Chapter 1

The originally unsmiling female employee's expression grew even colder; she curled her lips slightly, tossed him a sheet of stamps with two cut out, and sat down to continue knitting her sweater

He shouted loudly and cursed in anger, yet this passage produced not even an echo. Huang Xuan, feeling helpless, fell silent, only to sense a tingling numbness in his limbs, as if they were beginning to detach from his brain's control—clearly, he was trembling somewhat.

In a situation where both options are detrimental, one would prefer to fall into the hands of the kidnappers rather than be ensnared by some bizarre contraption—parents may have the ability to handle the former, but as for the latter, it is evident from the ratio of protagonists to supporting characters in countless novels and films that it all depends on sheer luck.

At this time, there were no merchants, no capitalists, and no identification cards; what existed were grain coupons, cloth coupons, meat coupons, and letters of introduction. ... Another 10 years later, in 1978, the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee was convened, and those who wished to become wealthy began to cautiously look around.

In the distance, there was a circle of white light, strikingly prominent in this colorful world. Before Huang Xuan could see clearly, a neutral voice announced: "Destination reached, P113T1061968W7890"

"What is this thing?" Huang Xuan felt a surge of anger in his heart, yet he was somewhat intimidated. He raised his voice slightly and said, "Let me go back, where is this place?"

The blanket floated like a piece of paper on the river, gently rising and falling, and Huang Xuan's body moved in tandem with it. After a moment of rest, Huang Xuan called out again, "I am thirsty, give me some water"

Although it is still early spring, the weather in Nanjing can hardly be considered cold. Huang Xuan energetically dug for a meter or so and felt that the ground had become increasingly hard. Noticing that no water was surfacing, he also felt tired. He then picked up the hammer left by the workers and struck down a few times to vent some energy before heading back to his room to rest, but he heard a hollow sound of "woo woo".

Most likely benefiting from standard Mandarin—over the past two days, Huang Xuan has already reaped the benefits multiple times—a female employee stood up, her little finger curling her hair, and after just one glance at Huang Xuan in his "eccentric attire," she lost interest in looking again, softly asking in Wu dialect: "How many do you need?"

Huang Xuan weighed the hammer in his hand, then turned to look at the corner where the tools were piled up. He walked over and selected the largest engineering hammer, shouldering it with a smile. As he walked, he muttered to himself, "Let me give you a few heavy hits to see."

Huang Xuan finally understood the feeling his grandfather had when talking about "The National Mountains and Rivers All Red." The future value of the stamps, worth 300,000 each, lay on an old table with peeling paint, with 50 stamps per sheet displayed there, amounting to over a hundred sheets. In other words, if the items on this dilapidated table are preserved for 30 years, the small sheets of artwork on it could theoretically hold a value exceeding 400 million, enough to purchase one hundred Mercedes-Benz cars, equivalent to the hard work of a small employee earning 4,000 per month for 800 years. To acquire them now, one would only need to pay 400.

You see, I am still a student and do not have much money. I would like to buy some stamps. Can I exchange this blanket with you for some? Huang Xuan thought it over; he did not know how long he would have to stay here. It is now 1969, a time that does not welcome strangers. There are no small vendors, no travel golden weeks, and discussions of labor leading to wealth are even more taboo. He has no labor to sell, which means this blanket can only ensure he does not freeze to death, but it cannot guarantee he will not starve. From this perspective, it is of no help for survival. This is a time that does not welcome strangers, with no small vendors, no travel golden weeks, and discussions of labor leading to wealth are even more taboo. He has no labor to sell, which means this blanket can only ensure he does not freeze to death, but it cannot guarantee he will not starve. From this perspective, it is of no help for survival.

P113 dimension, equivalent to the spacetime coordinates of P112 dimension in 1968, geographical address 7890

But what if, or if he really were in 1968, then these stamps might just be his lifeline, for 8 years later, his house, his bread, his computer and game console, and even his woman.

That woman sat behind the table without any regard for feelings, her voice somewhat muffled and hoarse

Behind the counter, there was only one female staff member, lazily knitting at the desk. Stacked on the desk were stamps, all of which were the same version of "The Whole Country is a Sea of Red." This era was unlike later times; the post office typically sold only one type of stamp at a time, selling whatever was available, and once sold out, they would switch to another type. Huang Xuan took a few steps, feeling somewhat dizzy, adjusted his collar, and put on what he considered his most amiable smile, asking: "How much are these stamps? May I take a look?"

There was still no response, and Huang Xuan couldn't help but lower his head, habitually glancing at his watch, which had also stopped, just as if he had just entered the room

Then ... ... , Huang Xuan arrived in this kaleidoscopic passage.

A day later, Huang Xuan was almost certain that he was truly in the time and space of 1968. Although he had only heard about this era from the conversations of his elders, this did not hinder him from conversing with the pedestrians bustling through the streets, browsing in bookstores, and even walking out of the small town to the highway to flag down vehicles, asking drivers, checking license plates, and examining various invoices, ration tickets, and even machinery serial numbers.

Huang Xuan had seen his grandfather's collection of postage stamps many times. Although he himself could not be considered an expert in appraisal, at present, he simply wanted to take a closer look to see if this precious stamp differed from what he knew. As for the authenticity of the stamp, to be honest, Huang Xuan would prefer it to be some poorly made forgeries. The small town and its surroundings were merely an annoying farce.

I would like to take a look first. Huang Xuan maintained a smile throughout. Apart from his clothes covered in mud, he had only a blanket; he had no money to buy a stamp, even though a copy of "The Whole Country is Red," which is valued at least 200,000 in later years, has a face value of only 8 cents.

According to your understanding, you may refer to me as a time machine

Huang Xuan did not know what he could do at the age of 15, nor did he even know the exact year the Cultural Revolution ended. However, there were two points that were undoubtedly certain: this era would inevitably come to an end, and "The Whole Country's Mountains and Rivers Are All Red" would surely soar, with an investment return rate approaching 5 million times, or 500 million percent. What a difficult number to comprehend

At 15 years old, Huang Xuan is still a middle school student, and everything before him clearly exceeds his imagination. Just an hour ago, he was merely curious about why the ground of the newly excavated swimming pool at home was so dry and hard. A few days earlier, the school had transplanted a large tree, digging quite deep, yet the pit was filled with water like after a rain. Upholding the curiosity and research spirit that a new century youth should possess, Huang Xuan disguised himself as if he were going to read in the garden pavilion after dinner, wrapped himself in a blanket, and turned towards the swimming pool, swinging a shovel to dig deeper once again.

Without waiting for Huang Xuan to say anything further, he collided with his blanket into the thick white circle.

"I don't care what this is, send me back, stop with these illusions, my father is very fierce" As the white halo grew larger, Huang Xuan began to feel uneasy.

Of course, Huang Xuan is unwilling to admit that he could be frightened by a colorful scene; he has played in all sorts of amusement parks. However, if he were truly kidnapped in an amusement park, it might actually be safer.

This morning, Huang Xuan walked into the largest building in the town—the post office. Looking at the neatly arranged stamps under the counter, a smile appeared on Huang Xuan's face

Huang Xuan has never been a person with a good temper. In fact, as a descendant of the Huang family, he has inevitably inherited some of the old master's temperament: straightforward and irritable, yet capable of reflection, combined with a bit of adaptability and resilience. Moreover, as a 15-year-old boy, Huang Xuan also exhibits a greater degree of rebellion. However, at this moment, he still appears very natural, maintaining a smile as he picks up the stamp

Every mark is evidence

Thinking that he might never see his grandfather and parents again, Huang Xuan's heart suddenly sank, and his mouth became dry. He shook his head to cast these thoughts aside, tugged at the only valuable blanket he had, leaned over the chest-high counter, and said: "Sister, I would like to discuss something with you"

During the era of Huang Xuan, a widely recognized stamp was issued. Half a day later, an editor from a Chinese map publishing house discovered that the map of China depicted on the stamp was inaccurate, as it did not include the Xisha and Nansha Islands. After the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications and the publishing house identified the issue, they urgently ordered postal offices nationwide to cease sales. However, some postal offices had already sold the stamps in advance, resulting in a portion of the stamps circulating outside. Yet now, Huang Xuan is unaware whether he is fortunate to be in that particular day or if this era is different from what he knows.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion from digging, or perhaps the shouting had consumed too much energy. Huang Xuan dozed off for a while, and upon hearing a sound like a high-powered appliance being unplugged, he immediately recalled his situation and quickly turned over, opening his eyes.

This is both a bitter smile and a sense of relief. The stamps under the counter are very familiar to Huang Xuan, particularly the famous stamp "The Whole Country is Red," which was recalled on the day of its release. It is also the most valuable stamp issued since the founding of New China, in stark contrast to its quantity. However, now Huang Xuan sees a thick stack of them, which have not even been cut open.

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In a neutral and cold voice, it stated: "I cannot escort you back. You have breached the base's security. In light of your actions violating Article 3, Clause 5, and Article 11, Clause 4 of the Temporal Accord, and in accordance with the base's absentee judgment P112 regarding biological compliance regulations, you are about to be exiled"

Who are you

The black and white intermingle with the primary colors of red, green, and blue, giving rise to a bizarre and fantastical passage that has neither beginning nor end. Huang Xuan sits upright on his own carpet, aimlessly flying forward along this passage, with his left hand pressed down on his leg, holding down his trembling little finger.

After looking at the stamps in his hand for the second time, Huang Xuan couldn't help but touch his pocket, which was empty. Yesterday, he had planned to dig a hole, and even the blanket was brought along for camouflage to the pavilion, but at that time it was tossed aside. If it weren't for that, he would have had nothing to keep warm last night