bayedsolid Chapter 2 The Benefits of the Dilapidated Temple
Chapter 2 The Benefits of the Dilapidated Temple
Hearing the three women's concerned words, Wenwen smiled sweetly and comforted them, "Grandmother, Second Sister, Third Sister, I'm all better, really all better, didn't you all see that? Hehe..."
Wenwen didn't want them to continue worrying, so she racked her brains to change the subject.
Just as he was deep in thought, a figure entered through the door.
"Madam, the fifth young lady's congee has been delivered. The medicinal soup that Granny Quan prepared for you is almost ready. She asked if you would like to eat it in your room or have it brought to the fifth young lady's room?"
Wenwen looked towards the doorway, where a maid dressed in a short blue shirt was carrying a food tray.
This is the maid that Third Sister just mentioned, named Yu.
In the past, she would always follow Wenwen around and serve her. Today, her second and third sisters volunteered to go into the house to guard her, so Liaoyu was assigned to guard the gate in the outer courtyard.
Wenwen was worried about how to get rid of the people in the house when Liaoyu's words gave her an excuse.
"Grandmother, please go back inside and drink. I'm really fine here."
The second daughter said kindly, "Grandmother, don't worry, I'll stay here with Fifth Sister."
After saying that, she picked up the congee, scooped out a spoonful, blew on it, and held it to Wenwen's mouth, "Fifth Sister, open your mouth, ah."
Wenwen!
Three lines on the forehead!
It would be quite embarrassing for a thirty-year-old to be fed porridge.
My sister's love is too heavy; this one also needs to be sent away.
Wenwen took the congee, ate it in a few bites, wiped her mouth, and yawned.
"Grandmother, I want to sleep a little longer. My sisters, you should go too."
Heartless people, heartless words, Wenwen coldly ordered them to leave.
Time waits for no one; we have to use our trump card.
The second daughter wanted to persist, but the third daughter helped her.
“Alright, we’ll go back to the house with Grandma. Liaoyu will stay with Fifth Sister.”
The three of them turned and left the courtyard.
Wenwen and Yu stared at each other, wide-eyed.
Liaoyu, the granddaughter of Wen Wen's grandfather's subordinate, was born into the family and grew up in the mansion. She was much older than Wen Wen and was calm and meticulous. She was assigned to accompany Wen Wen in the inner courtyard.
Although they were master and servant, their relationship was closer than that of sisters.
With exile imminent, she was determined to save as many people as she could.
Once Wenwen made up her mind, she instructed, "Liaoyu, bring over a jewelry box and a small box."
"Ah? -- Yes, Miss." Liaoyu obeyed the order.
Wenwen took out Yu's indenture from the box, and at the same time handed over all the silver and jewelry in the box to Yu.
"Liaoyu, listen to me. Take the silver and go out to buy oilcloth and linen, buy as much as you can, and while you're at it, buy some food and supplies you'll need for the long journey. Put them in a cart and wait for me at the mountain market near Shili Pavilion outside Yanta Town in seven days. Do not sell them to anyone else, you must sell them to me, remember that. Keep the jewelry for your daily life, and if you have any problems, come to my uncle."
"Miss, are you... are you possessed? This servant will go find the old lady..."
Wenwen quickly grabbed Yu's sleeve. "Liaoyu, Liaoyu, I'm fine. Remember what I said. Go out of the manor to take care of things. Don't attract attention. Ask your grandmother for everything."
Liaoyu gritted her teeth, looking at Wenwen's serious expression, feeling inexplicably nervous: She had never heard her young lady speak such a long sentence before, could it be... However, the old master had long ago instructed her to obey the young lady's orders in everything.
She hurriedly found a cloth to wrap up the silver and jewelry, put away the indenture, glanced back at Wenwen, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Wenwen watched as Yu stepped out of the room. With a thought, the coat hanging on the bedside table vanished into thin air.
She felt a surge of joy. She liked the system that could store supplies. She knew that being exiled would mean a lack of food and clothing, so she would make sure to use the system to store as many supplies as possible.
However, she still needs to delve deeper into the capabilities of this system.
Wenwen was thinking about testing the distance, her eyes fixed on the teacup in front of her, and she silently said "retract," and the teacup disappeared.
The low stool a few steps away "shrank" and disappeared.
The ink and pens on the desk have been "collected" and disappeared.
The sewing basket on the table in the outer room is still there.
She quickly got a rough idea of the distance; her inner room was about 30 square meters, and for the time being, it could only hold items within a 3-meter radius of her.
After reaching this conclusion, I gained a deeper understanding of space.
In her past life, she had read novels and knew about system space stories. Since she had stumbled upon a system by sheer luck, there was no reason why she couldn't see its true nature.
She wanted to go inside and satisfy her curiosity.
Wenwen raised her hand to look at it. There were no decorations on her wrist, no birthmarks, no scars, just a clean and slender wrist.
Disappointment filled him. How did he even get into this system? Shout? Sing? Dance? Use a secret code?
I'm a little worried for a moment, so I'll start with the simplest thing.
Silently repeat to yourself: Go in.
Still in the same place.
In my heart, I sing: I want to go in. (Bel Canto style)
Still in the same place.
Sing in your mind, adding dance moves: I want to go in, let me go in, ah..... ah, ah...... (bel canto singing style, adding dolphin-like high notes at the end)
Still stuck in the same place, all attempts have failed.
After calming down, Wenwen was amused by her own silly behavior.
She couldn't help but recall the moment before she arrived here: the rain, the dilapidated temple, the truth, and Thor.
I came up with some keywords and started combining them.
There were so many different options that I almost gave up.
The last pleading words that came to mind were: I love Thor, let me in.
In an instant, Wenwen felt a blur before her eyes, and the next second she found herself in a place full of clods of dirt.
Wenwen couldn't help but smile wryly: Thor really needs love.
She looked around; the place was just a bare earthen slope with nothing there.
The teacups, stools, and writing implements that had just been brought in were neatly placed on the floor.
Next to him were his hiking backpack and a bundle.
There is a burn mark on the wrapping cloth.
Wenwen blinked, glared at the bundle, then glared at the bundle again.
She remembered that when the lightning struck the beam of the dilapidated temple, she was only focused on pushing her friend out. Something fell from the beam and hit her on the head, making her dizzy. She didn't have time to run away, and then, she became charcoal, and then, she ended up here.
Wenwen looked at the culprit with anger in her heart and walked over without any politeness.
She unwrapped the bundle, and inside were two square boxes.
One green and one red.
The green box has gold plating on all four corners, making it shiny, and a flower is carved in the center of the lid—an unfamiliar flower, but strangely beautiful.
The red box is quite ordinary, with no extra decorations around it. There are a few characters engraved in the middle of the lid, which look a bit like oracle bone script, but I don't recognize them.
Wenwen opened the green box, and several items jumped out at her eyes: a dagger, a piece of gray-purple withered tree branch, a seven-colored stone, and a bottle of pills.
She picked them up one by one to examine them, and couldn't help but comment on them.
The dagger is short and sharp, with a gleaming edge, and upon closer inspection, the handle even has a pattern. Hmm, this is quite practical.
The dead branches are nothing to look at; they look like shriveled eggplants. I might try hydroponics later.
The colorful stones seem plentiful along the riverbank; they don't resemble jade and are probably worthless.
Finally, Wenwen picked up the medicine bottle, and the three big characters on the bottle, "Longevity Pill," instantly made her laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha......"
"Wow, you really dare to write that! How long is considered a long life? Nonsense! You can talk even more nonsense than I can! It's hilarious, haha..."
Those three words instantly brightened Wenwen's mood.
She put down the medicine bottle and casually opened the red box.
He even muttered to himself, "Let me see what good stuff is here!"
When the lid was lifted, there were books inside.
Wenwen picked it up and looked at it. "Ugh, why are there books? You know I hate reading the most. What a spoilsport. Three books at once. No, not three. To be precise, two and a half."
My good mood instantly vanished by half.
Wenwen opened the first book.
This book is a bit thick. The upper part of the pages features pictures of plants with clearly defined roots, accompanied by small explanatory text below each image. The latter half of the book has no pictures, only text. The key issue is that Wenwen doesn't recognize any of these characters. In fact, she doesn't recognize any of them at all. She seems to recognize a few radicals on each page, but she can't even read a single sentence smoothly.
She guessed that the book was a medical work similar to the Compendium of Materia Medica. The first part introduced plants, and the second part contained prescriptions.
Wenwen sighed and opened the second book.
This book isn't particularly thick or thin; it's of normal thickness. The entire book is richly illustrated, with pictures taking up most of the pages and only a few words below each picture, much like the martial arts comic books I read as a child.
As Wenwen flipped through the book, she actually discovered martial arts routines. "Hmm, this is interesting," she thought instantly. "This must be a martial arts manual. I can study it when I have time."
Wenwen finally picked up the tattered copy.
It is indeed worthy of being called a fragmentary copy. The entire book has been cut in half horizontally, leaving only the bottom half. The cover only has two characters, and there are probably more characters before that.
The book was very thin, with only a dozen or so pages. She opened it and saw that it was full of words, densely packed with small characters, which made her dizzy.
Wenwen hurriedly closed her book and blurted out, "Who is it? So shameless! Cutting it in half! Smart but stupid! I don't even know where the first half is. What's the point of giving me this half? Are you kidding me? Annoying!"
Wenwen completely lost patience with this burden.
At the same time, she lost her curiosity about the space and looked around again, scanning the area from all angles.
It was a bare, empty earthen slope, which didn't quite meet her expectations; it shouldn't have been like that.
Wenwen was truly distressed.
Unexpectedly, a delicate yet domineering childlike voice came from the end of the earthen slope.
"The master has arrived!"
As soon as she spoke, a red figure appeared in front of Wenwen.