Yu Xifeng went to the house listed on the property deed.

Kekoya County, Unit 1, 15th floor—also the top floor.

The curtains were tightly closed, the lighting dim. Dust particles floated in the air, and Yu Xifeng felt a slight discomfort in her nose.

It was a sign of an allergy.

Yu Xifeng realized that her current body was not the one that had suffered so much pain later.

Compared to hunger, frostbite, corrosion, and wounds left by violent injuries,

a little allergy was nothing.

At this point, her body was still tender, nurtured in a prosperous era—so even a minor allergy made her feel quite unwell.

Yu Xifeng pulled back the curtains, and sunlight fell on the floor.

She really was back.

This house was not unfamiliar to her.

In just one more month, a flood would submerge the house where Yang Sizhu’s family lived.

This neighborhood was at a higher elevation, so they moved here as a whole family.

This was one of the few buildings that hadn’t been damaged after the heavy rain.

The house was not large—two bedrooms and a living room. It was her mother’s premarital house, later transferred to her name.

In her previous life, Yu Xifeng’s father and aunt occupied the master bedroom.

Yang Sizhu lived in the second bedroom. The small sky garden was converted into a bedroom for Yang Silong.

Yu Xifeng had to sleep on the floor in the living room.

The quilt was thin, she caught a cold that caused vomiting and diarrhea, and with little medicine and no medical care, she almost didn’t survive.

Later, she went out with others to look for supplies and learned some combat skills.

Only when she could bring back food did her situation improve.

By chance, she saw the property ownership registration for this house.

She was the real owner.

Those people had seized her home and still lorded it over her.

This time, it wouldn’t happen again.

Yu Xifeng took out a jewelry bracelet and examined it for a moment.

The bracelet was made of beads of different colors—light blue, jade green, and milky white.

The beads varied in size, about twenty or so in total.

At the end hung a small golden key, about the size of a pinky nail.

She had once seen it—Yang Sizhu sharing ice cream with her aunt in nearly sixty-degree outdoor heat.

The moment Yang Sizhu saw Yu Xifeng, the ice cream in her hand disappeared.

It was a very strange thing.

The refrigerator had been without power for a long time; there was nothing inside.

This whole family rarely went out, hiding at home, surviving on food Yu Xifeng brought back.

Her aunt acted very natural, warmly greeting her,

and subtly complaining that the family had no food and life was getting harder day by day.

As if the ice cream was just a hallucination.

Yang Sizhu was not that scheming; her gaze was evasive, afraid to meet Yu Xifeng’s eyes.

At a time when every household was tightening belts to survive,

even her biological father had lost over ten pounds.

Yang Sizhu and her daughter, along with Yang Silong,

all looked rosy and well-nourished, as if they had never gone hungry.

A few days after the ice cream incident, the aunt came to Yu Xifeng,

saying she was an adult now, and the family did not want to burden Yu Xifeng anymore—she should live her own life.

Between the lines, it was a request for her to leave.

The memories were vivid.

Yu Xifeng remembered seeing a faint blood scab on the side of Yang Sizhu’s wrist.

She bit her finger and dropped blood onto the beads.

Nothing happened.

She touched each bead in turn, feeling their smooth warmth.

Yu Xifeng almost felt ridiculous.

A faint streak of blood clung to the little golden key.

Centered on the bracelet, invisible ripples spread through the air.

Her consciousness sank into a gray, misty space.

Inside the space was a small room, roughly thirty square meters.

In front of the door was a rectangular courtyard, slightly larger than the room, about fifty square meters.

The courtyard looked like concrete.

Around it was a small flower fence, about three square meters, filled with black soil.

The space could be used for planting!

Yu Xifeng was surprised, recalling the past, and a faint ironic smile appeared on her face.

So that was how it was.

She got up and boiled a pot of water to conduct a test.

This time, as expected,

time inside the space was frozen.

Objects placed inside did not change over time.

The flower bed was different.

Time flowed faster there.

Hot water that took twenty minutes to cool outside cooled in two minutes inside the flower bed.

This meant crops in the space’s flower beds would grow faster.

Crops that normally took five months (one hundred fifty days) to mature outside

could be harvested every fifteen days inside the space.

Yu Xifeng sat for a while, then put all the jewelry from the box into the space.

She had many things to do.

First, renovate the house.

The days ahead would not be peaceful.

If she made it nicer, she could live more comfortably and more safely.

Yu Xifeng first counted her money.

She had worked at a factory for just over three years.

Including salary and side income from social media, she had savings of 560,000 yuan.

The property deed in the box was for a storefront in the city center, 53 square meters.

Yu Xifeng checked online—the estimated value was about 3.2 million yuan.

She planned to sell it, including all the jewelry in the box.

There were many things she wanted to buy, and the space of about thirty square meters wasn’t enough.

Thinking of this, Yu Xifeng glanced at the space again.

The gold and jewelry had disappeared!

Then she noticed that the space, which originally had only a small room, now had two large halls.

The halls extended outward, each with a side room.

Roughly estimated, the interior had expanded from fifty to nearly three hundred square meters.

The mist over the courtyard had also dissipated a lot.

Five new flower beds and nearly 100 square meters of usable area were added.

The small room had upgraded into a large flat—at the cost of the jewelry box.

Those jewels might have been ancient royal relics with priceless value.

Yu Xifeng felt a bit of pain—she had planned to sell the jewelry.

Now that the space had consumed them, her available cash would be tight.

You can’t have both fish and bear’s paw; compared with cash, expanding the space was more important.

She’d have to think of other ways to get cash.

Yu Xifeng tried several times but couldn’t enter the space.

So the space was divided into two parts for her: a storage area and a planting area.

Currently, the storage area was 400 square meters, the planting area 15 square meters.

For now, that was enough.

Her top priority was to renovate the house before the storm came.

Counting the time, she had at most half a month for the job.

Yu Xifeng hired a renovation crew, spent an afternoon scheduling installation of floor heating, surveillance, and a fresh air system,

replaced the gate with an alloy door and installed bulletproof glass.

She added 20% more money, and that night the designer worked overtime to measure the house.

As for the storefront, Yu Xifeng found a real estate agent.

Agents, besides renting, were the main players in house flipping—they bought low-priced properties to resell at higher prices.

She needed to act fast.

The storefront estimated at 3.2 million yuan was bought by the agent for 2.59 million.

After various fees, Yu Xifeng received 2.4 million yuan.

The agent was cheerful and urged her to sign the contract; the money would be wired to her account within three days.

The next day, the renovation team started work.

Yu Xifeng mortgaged the house to borrow 400,000 yuan.

Loan advertisements were everywhere; all well-known internet companies had lending services.

There were also more informal high-interest loans in a gray area.

She borrowed from all available loan sources and maxed out her credit cards.

Thanks to a good social credit record over the past 25 years, Yu Xifeng borrowed 720,000 yuan.

After various fees, she ended up with 590,000 yuan in hand.