CHAPTER 60: CHAPTER 60: YOU SAVED ME AGAIN!

Immediately afterward, just across the wall, following a flurry of footsteps, Xu Qinghuan heard the sound of blows and shouting, "Where’s the book? Hurry up and hand it over!"

A weak voice replied, "No, we don’t have the book, you’ve searched everywhere and turned everything upside down, we haven’t hidden anything!"

"Still trying to argue? Someone saw you hide that book, hand it over right now, or else you’ll be in for a rough time!"

There must have been a small leader directing people to dig deep and cursed, "Beat them, beat them to death if they don’t tell the truth, these damn remnants of feudalism!"

Xu Qinghuan quickly wrapped up the bundle cloth and stuffed it into the space, promptly hiding inside before anyone came out.

She saw inside the courtyard wall an old man and a young boy curled up on the ground. The elder was tightly shielding the younger in his arms, while a square-faced young man kicked them. He had an eerie feeling of being watched and looked around but found no clues.

But he inexplicably felt very uneasy.

His men searched around but found nothing, so not daring to linger longer, he hurriedly led them away.

Xu Qinghuan waited until they were far gone and then emerged from the space, carrying her basket and quietly approached to knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

The door took a long time to open; it was an elderly man on the brink of his years, with grey hair, tattered clothes, and a hunchbacked posture, but his eyes were clear and full of steadfast righteousness.

He appeared to be about sixty years old.

Behind him was a small boy, the one who was protected earlier, small in stature, wearing clothes barely covering his body, resembling a refugee child coming out of Africa.

His wide eyes watched her, filled with deep vigilance and fierceness.

"Grandpa, I’m Xu Qinghuan, I picked up something earlier."

The old man jolted in fright and quickly shut the door, "Nothing is missing from our house!"

But Xu Qinghuan noticed a flash of pain, regret, and reluctance in his eyes.

Inside the box made of agarwood was a medical book called the "Difficult Classic Notes". If Xu Qinghuan had no fate with this medical book, she might have simply thrown the box back over the wall today.

However, in her past life, her mentor was surnamed Zhang, named Zhang Zhongyuan.

By coincidence, the original body had previously learned some skills from an old Chinese medicine doctor named Zhang Huaishan, who happened to be Zhang Zhongyuan’s father.

Her mentor repeatedly spoke in front of her about his own mentor, Ren Shanglu, saying that his skills and principles in dealing with people were all inherited from his master, but unfortunately, his mentor died early, and the family’s handed-down "Difficult Classic Notes" was lost.

So regrettable.

And what her mentor could never forgive himself for was that when Ren Shanglu encountered misfortune, his only grandson, Ren Jingmo, couldn’t be saved, who was an extraordinarily bright child.

She needed to confirm whether this grandfather and grandson pair bore the surname Ren.

It wasn’t just for that old man who always proudly spoke about her as "my child," treating her like a daughter.

"Are you Zhang Zhongyuan’s mentor?" Xu Qinghuan asked as sincerely as possible, though her heart was exceptionally anxious and uneasy.

Seeing the old man’s eyes flicker and the child’s hand tightly gripping the old man’s clothing, she knew this pair might indeed be surnamed Ren.

Then what is the deal with her so-called book journey?

Was she real in the previous life, or is she real now?

Have the two time spaces created a crossover point, or are there other mysteries involved?

Xu Qinghuan suddenly felt anxious and disoriented.

The old man noticed her unease, sighed, and stepped aside to let her in.

All three walked silently into the house.

The courtyard and the house were in disarray, with tables, chairs, and benches broken and scattered everywhere, and the only earthenware pot used for cooking was smashed.

The child picked it up, tears flowing like a torrent.

Xu Qinghuan felt saddened too and helped tidy up the house.

The heated brick bed was smashed with a big hole; the old man looked for a moment in silence and then moved his gaze away.

The house wasn’t big, with a yard in front and a small garden at the back, less than half an acre, and two rooms, one for sleeping and another for cooking and living.

"There’s no tea, so please forgive the humble hospitality!" The old man invited Xu Qinghuan to sit on the edge of the brick bed and asked, "How do you know Zhang Zhongyuan?"

"By chance, I wanted to learn from Zhang Zhongyuan, but the fate hadn’t arrived, and I missed him."

Xu Qinghuan couldn’t elaborate more, and the old man didn’t seem suspicious.

She pressed forward, "Are you Mr. Ren Shanglu?"

The old man paused in mid-motion of standing up, "You should leave, dealing with us won’t do you any good."

Having gotten the answer, Xu Qinghuan felt complicated.

She left three pounds of rice, two pounds of flour, a small pot, and a pound of buns in the house before she left. Outside, the sun was shining high, suddenly making her feel dazed.

At this moment, her heart was extremely confused.

Is it a coincidence, or is someone deliberately arranging this?

If it’s a deliberate setup, then who?

This person might not be human, but rather a god, right!

"Watch out!"

An urgent ringing approached from afar; Xu Qinghuan was abruptly pulled by someone, making her crash into a thick wall of flesh, smelling familiar and pleasant like pine. She looked up and saw Jiang Xingye’s sharp jaw like a steep cliff.

A bicycle whizzed past her from behind.

Jiang Xingye kicked the rear wheel of the bicycle, causing it to fall with its rider.

A young man quickly scrambled up from the ground and swung a fist at Jiang Xingye, "Why the hell are you hitting people?"

Jiang Xingye pulled Xu Qinghuan behind him and stepped forward, punching the guy three times, leaving him sprawled on the ground.

"If you can’t ride a bike, then don’t. You wanted to crash into people; you must be damn suicidal!" Jiang Xingye gritted his teeth, his blows mercilessly fierce.

The man spat out a mouthful of blood, "The brakes malfunctioned, the bike... the bike has issues, I didn’t mean it, she was just standing in the road!"

"Still arguing, think I’m blind?" Jiang Xingye kicked again.

The guy initially saw Xu Qinghuan’s beauty and sounded the bell while rushing at her, planning to extort her, but instead ran into someone tough.

"I was wrong, bro, forgive me, how would I know she belongs to someone? Bro, I beg you!"

Xu Qinghuan saw people gathering around, worried that escalating the matter might bring trouble to Jiang Xingye, so she tugged at his sleeve.

Only then did Jiang Xingye withdraw, "Scram!"

The man scrambled up and fled with his bike.

Jiang Xingye turned to Xu Qinghuan, unsure what ordeal had left her dazed.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Xingye suddenly felt his heart tighten, an unprecedented feeling.

But between them, it wasn’t yet the time to inquire.

He stood sideways, unsure whether to speak.

The worry in her brows tugged at his heart repeatedly, "You..."

Xu Qinghuan raised her face, smiling, "Brother Jiang, you saved me again!"

Great, now the constant intervention costs incurred by the big boss for her had increased, so if he ever wanted her as a junior, he’d have to consider his investment.

In an instant, Xu Qinghuan figured it out, whether it was someone’s doing or a chaotic twist of destiny, her rebirth was her gain.

Why overthink?

Living well, living happily, is the best arrangement!