Jiang He traveled through time, but not completely.
During the day, she was a young widow struggling to survive in an ancient mountain village, facing cracked fields and malicious gossip.
At night, she slipped away to modern times carrying wild vegetables and mushrooms, exchanged them for shiny banknotes, and then carried back bags of "immortal seeds" and "magic farm tools" that made the ancients stare.
Life was booming, but the greedy little beast she picked up was identified by interstellar civilization as an "extinction-level mythical beast cub."
As a result, the style of painting began to get out of control——
The cold-faced retired Orion Lu Cang blocked her behind the door: "If you need money, come to me. That person cannot be trusted."
The romantic and wealthy modern boss Zhou Jingming pushed the black card in front of her: "If you cooperate with me, you will earn 70% of the profits and we will get 30% of the profit. Also, the way that 'scholar' looks at you doesn't look like you are engaged in scientific research."
Elos, the evaluator from Xinghai, asked rigorously: "According to the analysis, both of them meet the characteristics of candidates for spouses of Earth civilization. Do you need me to build a comprehensive comparison model for you?"
Jiang He looked at the hoe in her left hand, the light brain in her right hand, and in her arms was a little Pixiu cub that was chewing on her new smartphone.
Alas, this cross-dimensional logistics has become so big, it seems that even three "after-sales customer service" came at once?
