1958 No. 91, Nanluogu Lane

(Small Siheyuan + Chronicle + Space + Single Female Protagonist) Lin Jingzhe opened her eyes and returned to the Forty-Nine City in 1958. The worn-out cotton-padded jackets, the leaky house, and the whole family were so hungry that their eyes turned green. Dad drags his injured waist to carry big bags at the dock, earning seventy cents a day. Mom wiped tears at the bottomed rice vat. Just when the whole family was about to come to an end, a drop of fairy dew and a three-cubic-meter stagnant space emerged from the depths of his consciousness. From then on, the Lin family in No. 91 Nanluogu Lane began to be different. The food that others snatched away was piled up in his space. He would carry meat home from time to time that others could not buy. The aunt on the street suspected him of speculation, and the neighbors were jealous that his life was getting more prosperous. Lin Jingzhe was not in a hurry or annoyed, and just did important things in a low voice. He picked up the first pot of gold by picking up rags, hunted and made an iron rice bowl, helped the police solve crimes and made meritorious deeds, and worked all the way from ordinary people to the director of the city bureau's logistics department. Others think he is lucky, but he is the only one who knows that in this world, you cannot live long just by luck. Li Huaide of the steel rolling mill approached him for cooperation, and Director Sun of the supply and marketing cooperative asked him to supply goods. He found his long-lost second uncle, who is now the head of the armed forces. He continuously transports food, medicine, and industrial accessories from Xiangjiang to China. The enemy agents wanted to blow up his car, but he backhanded him and sent him to prison. The gang wanted to charge him protection money and uprooted him overnight. From 49 cities to Xiangjiang, and from Xiangjiang to Tokyo, he weaved a web that no one could see. And all of this is hidden in a space where no one can find it. The leader said: I have set up the stage for you. Sing your play. Lin Jingzhe put out his cigarette and smiled: Then I will sing a big one.