System, hurry up! Hand it over to the supermarket and hug the country's thigh

So, she took out a set of clean tableware from the space, gently placed it next to Yu Yang, and said with a smile: "You can pick a tableware that you feel comfortable with here, so that it will be more convenient to eat."

She was inconsiderate enough and forgot that the other people's children might not have eaten at the table very often.

"Thank you, Sister Lu." Yu Yang did not refuse. He put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up a spoon and started using it. It was indeed much more convenient than the two wooden sticks just now.

Moreover, these things were so delicious, a hundred times more fragrant than the smell I once smelled in a high-end restaurant I passed by.

The impromptu meal was eaten very quickly. In about ten minutes, the child finished the four dishes, a bowl of soup and a bowl of rice placed in front of him, and he seemed to be still hungry.

Lu Xi watched from the side and sighed in her heart, although this child looked thin, he had a really good appetite, which might be because he didn't eat these things on a daily basis.

However, none of this matters anymore. After all, what comes next is the most important thing.

After spending more than half an hour together, Yu Yang had gained some trust in Lu Xi and the others. Without hiding or covering up anything, he walked directly to the open space in front of the space-time gate.

He poured out everything in his space that could be used for trading.

Several piles of books were neatly placed on the ground, and messy parts were packed together in boxes, stacked up almost two meters high.

A row of instruments that looked like weapons lay flat on the ground, flashing a cold and sharp luster under the clear light.

The tools were placed aside in an orderly manner, large and small, none of which existed in this world.

The bottles of nutrient solution lying alone in the corner were particularly eye-catching.

Yu Yang felt that this thing didn't seem appropriate to appear today, so he put it back into the space button.

The remaining ones are all the chips he has for trading today.

Although it doesn't look like there are many things and they are a bit simple, for Yu Yang, they are all the belongings he can currently afford.

What was left in the space were some personal clothes and things he used to save his life. Money was important, but his life was more important.

Yu Yang looked at the people who were moving among these things with a determined gaze, his heart full of expectation and hope, as if he had already seen a bright future for himself.

As long as I can sell one thing at a time and ensure my own safety, I can purchase a batch of better tools and parts.

Next time, I can bring more different items to my sister.

Just like that, without Lu Xi knowing, a certain child's heart had already been captured.

Lu Xi followed a few others and watched inside. She picked up the books curiously and began to flip through them.

Although the words on it were still as obscure as the scriptures of heaven to her, the lifelike patterns attracted her attention.

She looked carefully and found that the pattern seemed to depict a part extending from a gun.

But just looking at one part, you can see that every detail of it is carved extremely delicately, as if you can get a glimpse of its manufacturing process or a detailed introduction from it.

But these were just her unrealistic fantasies. What she thought in her mind and what she could do were completely different.

Lu Xi closed the book, a smile appeared on her lips, and she gave her own evaluation.

This must be a very profound and professional book, probably not suitable for a layman like her to read.

It is better to leave it to the old professors in the research building. They will probably love it to death.

Lu Xi stared quietly at the large piles of books, and recalled a phenomenon in the future world that the system had mentioned.

In some parts of the world where digitalization and information are extremely developed, fewer and fewer people use physical books, and some are almost non-existent.

However, despite this, there is still a group of people who hold on to their love for physical books. They enjoy the touch of turning pages and are immersed in paper.

The book in my hand looks a bit old. It is obvious that it has been tested by time and has been read by many people.

Although its surface is slightly mottled, there is no damage at all, as if telling of the original owner's love for it or the solid texture of the book.

Lu Xi gently stroked the cover with dents and marks, and an inexplicable respect surged in her heart.

In this age where people forget what they read as soon as they pick up a pen, many people have slowly put down their books, paper and pens.

Many of us may have forgotten the pure joy and anticipation that came with the distribution of new books at school.

If there is still a group of people who stick to their passion from beginning to end.

After putting down the book in her hand, Lu Xi's eyes swept over other objects around her.

Some of these things were familiar to her. The memories of the trading market could still emerge in her mind, and she could recognize their uses and origins at a glance.

Some of them were relatively unfamiliar, so she couldn't tell what they were.

What was even more striking was that Lu Xi even saw a robotic arm that looked broken. At the broken elbow, there were forks like wires, as if telling of its former glory and current ruin.

In addition, there is an oversized mecha head lying there quietly, its eyes empty, as if staring into the distant past.

However, what is surprising is that its neck presents a very smooth cross-section.

This neat incision silently tells how it was separated from the huge body. Perhaps there is a thrilling story hidden behind it.

There is also a black ball whose original appearance is almost unrecognizable. Its surface is wrapped with sections of exposed wires, like a tangled vine, which looks particularly abrupt.

These wires seemed to have been corroded by the fire, the outer covering had peeled off, revealing the metal core inside, which was flickering with a faint light.

What is even more striking is that under the ground where the black ball is placed, pieces of pitch-black dust have seeped out, as if they were the tears that once flowed, or the scars left by the years.

These things may be worn out, damaged, intact, or no longer recognizable, but without exception, they are all precious data or samples that the scientists in the institute are eagerly awaiting.

To those scientists, the value of these items is immeasurable.

They will never think that these things are too much, nor will they think that they are repetitive.