Chapter 8, The Xie Siblings and the Secret Room

Xie Zhaoying left me to go get the banknotes

I am speechless: "How come you didn't choke to death?"

Xie Zhaoying: "What?"

Xie Zhaoying suddenly turned around and snatched the book from my hand: "The Autumn Sun Chronicles? It really is here?!"

Xie Zhaoying smiled and said: "In any case, leaving it here would be a waste, so it is good for you to take it. However, you must not only keep this book well, but also ensure that others do not know about it. There are many people outside looking for this book, and many prefer to take it by force."

Xie Zhaoying took out the hairpin and fiddled with it in the keyhole for a moment, and with a click, the lock opened

I chuckled: "Second brother, how have you been lately? Are there any difficulties in your life? If you have any difficulties, you must speak up; even if you don't have any, you should still mention it if you create any difficulties..."

Isn't that an old lady with a face full of wrinkles?" Yunxiang exclaimed

The book is made of materials that I do not know, yet it has suffered minimal damage in such harsh conditions. The book is not very thick, but the paper is surprisingly thin, densely filled with tiny script, and contains a large number of anatomical illustrations of the human body that, in my view, have very standard perspectives and proportions

After finishing her tea, Xie Zhaoying looked around and asked, "Is there anything to eat?"

I laughed and said: "Why do you speak as if the Xie family is abusing you, sneaking around just to eat a sweet potato? How do you handle it yourself?"

That was what made Yang Zuo experience an early onset of menopause

I listened attentively with Yunxiang. I asked her, "Did you move the two prickly red plants back after I placed them in the corner to bask in the sun this morning?"

Yunxiang jumped up: "I will go and pour the tea." She quickly slipped away.

Say

The door was pushed open with a bang, and Xie Zhaoying rushed in, looking disheveled and covered in dirt, her eyes blazing with anger

With this medical Bible, I have ignited my passion for traditional Chinese medicine for the first time, spending all my spare time engrossed in reading the book and collecting a large amount of related materials. My father—not the old man Xie, but the one from the original world—would surely be so moved to know how diligent I am now that he would immediately burn incense to thank our ancestors

I shook my head: "That is because Old Master Jin does not like her. In fact, she is not an aunt! She is a mature woman! A mature woman! ! !"

I said: "Everyone probably thought that the Xie family would treasure the medical books and keep them in a high place, but instead, they were discarded in the cellar."

Xie Zhaoying, however, was unsure how to proceed and suddenly, one wall slid open with a whoosh, revealing a dark doorway. Xie Zhaoying lit the oil lamp, and I then saw the golden glow emanating from within

Yunxiang said: "An old cow eats tender grass"

Xie Zhaoying, well-acquainted with the route, led me through those obscure paths that I could not discover during the day. After about ten minutes, he brought me to the base of an attic.

What? I was taken aback

This world is after all not the same as the one I originally came from; there are still some species of plants and animals that do not exist in my world. Whenever I encounter something I do not understand, I turn to Song Zijing for guidance. I ask him questions, and he answers them without ever questioning my reasons; he is a clever man

I hurriedly hugged the book to my chest and asked, "How could such a precious book be here?"

Then he let go and gave me a slap, saying: "Let's go, rob the rich to help the poor!"

I said: "Oh---"

After such a commotion, it took half an hour to help him remove all the thorns.

But you said we should make money

I sniffed the book, and indeed there was a smell of pickles on it

I am drooling: "Can you give me this book?"

Xie Zhaoying is busy amassing wealth, not even turning her head: "It's normal. One of Old Master Xie's concubines made a mistake and was locked up by the old lady in the room at the front, and later died here"

Yunxiang asked: "Why is there such a large age difference?"

This girl has been hanging out with me for a long time and has also learned a few tricks

Xie Zhaoying said: "In the classroom, when the teacher is not paying attention, bury the sweet potato in the brazier. Take it out again after school"

I rummaged through the fire pit and found a few roasted sweet potatoes among the ashes. I was a bit hungry as well, so I peeled and ate them together with him

An object was knocked to the ground by me. I picked it up and took a look.

"Medical Classics?" My eyes lit up, and I snatched the book back.

I commend: "Bravo!"

Xie Zhaoying slammed her palm on the table with a loud sound, causing both me and the fruit plate to jump simultaneously

Xie Zhaoying suddenly exclaimed, "Hurry! Bring me a needle! Your brother is about to become a hedgehog!"

Xie Zhaoying said: "This is the record of the Medical Sage Zhang Qiuyang. It documents his lifelong studies and is a long-lost medical classic."

Shh! He covered my mouth, "Just follow me."

Good craftsmanship

Xie Zhaoying, filled with frustration, shook my shoulders vigorously as if shaking a sieve, saying: "Our father is the Marquis of Wenbo! The Marquis of Wenbo! He is a marquis with ten thousand households! Our Xie family possesses imperial granted lands and estates, and we provide tributes every year!"

Xie Zhaoying said: "Zhang Shou has some connections with the old master. When he was in trouble back then, the old master did everything he could to save him, but unfortunately, he could not be saved. I think at that time, Zhang Shou entrusted his medical skills to the old master for safekeeping. Over the years, there have been rumors that the book is in our house, and countless thieves have come, all returning empty-handed; it turns out it was lost here."

Yunxiang was taken aback by my words: "But she has a bad temper and a cruel heart"

I poured a cup of tea for Xie Zhaoying, who was exuding a medicinal aroma, and began to admonish him: "You can't keep doing this. Since you like Feihua, you should settle down and find a job, and achieve something. Perhaps the Qin family will see your potential and agree to marry their daughter to you."

I pocketed two hundred taels and then looked around at those antiques and jewels. Most of them were covered in a layer of dust, entwined with cobwebs, clearly worth a fortune, yet confined in this moldy decay. Old Master Xie truly showed no regard for the precious and beautiful.

I looked up and said: "Second brother, why do I find you familiar?"

After finishing dinner and taking a shower, I sat by the stove with Yunxiang, roasting by the fire, telling her stories to pass the time

Xie Zhaoying was pleased. He entered the library, crouched down, and was groping for something in the darkness. I only heard a sound, like a click, as something opened, and then Xie Zhaoying pulled up a wooden board. It turned out that the library also had a basement

I trembled with anger: "This... this is... this is the money you spoke of?!"

We walked down the stairs. Xie Zhaoying lit a fire stick, and I saw that the surrounding walls were made of stone, damp, covered with moss, and there was a strange musty smell. This place did not resemble Alibaba's treasure cave; rather, it was more like Harry Potter's Chamber of Secrets

Thus, on a dark and windy night, I followed Xie Zhaoying to my own home to steal money. This was the most significant criminal act I had committed in my twenty-one years of life, yet I still felt an unprecedented thrill, excitement, and sense of fun.

I murmur: "It seems that I can hear them crying..."

I was almost shaken to pieces, hurriedly exclaiming: "Understood! Understood!"

Where do you usually get so much money from

Xie Zhaoying's beautiful peach blossom eyes gazed at me seriously, and then he reached out his hand, twisting my face with a sudden grip, smiling in a sinister and cunning manner: "Little girl, so fresh and lively, playing tricks, just not quite right ~ ~ ~ ~ "

Today, we are discussing the relationship between Yang Xiao and Ji Xiaofu, one being a pure and innocent female hero, the other a cunning and deep-minded protector of a cult, one a youthful and blossoming young girl, and the other a middle-aged man who has experienced the vicissitudes of life

We find ourselves in a cellar of approximately 20 square meters, filled with large jars of pickled vegetables (the strange musty odor emanates from here), several barrels of wine, and a large pile of substances whose original forms are unrecognizable

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew through the darkness, causing the hair on my neck to stand on end. I let out a loud shout and jumped behind Xie Zhaoying.

Yunxiang said: "No, there isn't."

Xie Zhaoying said while drinking tea: "Mind your own business."

For a moment, my legs felt a bit weak. I tugged at Xie Zhaoying's sleeve and said, "Second brother, our father isn't a corrupt official, is he"

There is a book here. I read, "Autumn Sunlight Notes?"

The discussion was intense when suddenly a clattering noise came from the courtyard outside, followed by a man crying out in anguish: "Aowu—"

I pointed at the room full of gold, silver, and jewels: "He, he, he, is just a Grand Tutor, how much is his monthly salary?"

I called out to him: "Second Brother, I have something to ask you."

Xie Zhaoying smirked: "Aren't you in need of silver? I can take you to find some silver."

After walking for approximately two minutes, they reached the end. Xie Zhaoying lit the oil lamp

I spread my hands: "Don't be so nervous, everyone has tight times. Teach me a few tricks."

What is this thing

According to later research, Yang Xiao is at least a generation older than Ji Xiaofu, being at least ten years older

What? asked Xie Zhaoying

Xie Zhaoying said: "You should certainly find it familiar; this is our family's library."

Xie Zhaoying has eaten her fill, finished my flower tea, and clapped her hands before leaving

Xie Zhaoying mumbled, "The taste is good, and the cooking is just right. When I was in the army—" he choked for a moment, "When I was still in school, I had to quietly prepare my own sweet potatoes if I wanted to eat some."

Xie Zhaoying stared at me and said, "What do you want?"

I sneered: "If my parents do not care, why should I? Your decline only serves to highlight my diligence and ambition."

I was gesticulating wildly and speaking with great fervor: "Moreover, the textual critics have drawn a reliable conclusion: Yang Xiao probably had a romantic entanglement with the Emei Sect's extermination master in the past"