I Opened a Factory to Fight Poverty in the 1970s

The function of the space is not obvious, and it can only be used as a warehouse. There is a computer that can be used to search for information on the Internet and Taobao, but I have never seen her use it. And the money in it cannot be exchanged for cash. But this is a space after all. A place that can be entered with consciousness or body. If you don't know how to enter in a critical moment, there is no place to buy and rob in that space. When you encounter bad guys, you can only rely on brute force. It also depends on whether you have the opportunity to eat sweets instead of taking a break. When the heroine is in danger and the hero is kidnapped, the hero gives up her resistance and is beaten or even stabbed with a knife. It is simply outrageous. If my man is like this, I will definitely break up with him if I can escape! Many functions of the space have not yet been developed. For example, collecting mountain goods and selling them to the system and then buying some food, cotton, fabrics and other things online are much better than running business to the supply and marketing cooperative by yourself, right? You can also take these scarce things to the black market and exchange them for money tickets, and you can actually lose money to the point where you can't afford a ticket with the portable space. The opening of the space can only be in your hand and not in any designated place. There are some electrical appliances that can be taken out and used. Just buy some solar cells. So I have to live with an educated youth with so many secrets. I am speechless. The heroine has always said that the villagers in this place where people go to the countryside are very good, but I see a lot of bad things, and they are not as happy as she feels. If it were me, I would not be in a hurry to start a career. I would wait until the college entrance examination is resumed and I have a chance to stand out, and then come back to repay those with good intentions, instead of some stinking rotten person who gets rich as long as he is willing to work. It feels like moral kidnapping, and I am very unhappy. If I had a space where I could buy and sell at will, I would definitely be armed to the teeth with drugs, poisons, flame blasters, electric batons, human skin masks, anti-wolf spray, three-edged spines, and various weapons hidden on the body, such as finger tigers, belts, small blades in shoes, lighter blade screwdrivers on necklaces, swords in hairpins, drug awls hidden in hand ropes, etc. They are always more reliable than five-minute Dali Pills, right?

The writing is good and the plot is wonderful and interlocking.