Inheriting a Legacy and Traveling to Ancient Times

In her previous life, Zhao Qingyan grew up in an orphanage. She unexpectedly activated a pocket dimension and began hoarding supplies. After spending all her savings, an accident transported her to...

Chapter 215 Fighting (Unedited)

It feels so good to be home; it's a complete relaxation.

He then inquired about the situation at home. Apart from the crops in the valley, everything at the foot of the mountain and on the mountainside had been cleared away. It was all thanks to the girls and servants who had returned.

They are all capable, and they will find work even if there is none, so as not to be idle. Moreover, the employer has work to do.

Putting aside everything else, even the sweet potatoes and potatoes that have just been harvested from the ground have to have the dirt wiped off with a cloth before they can be put into baskets.

Moreover, they also had the help of the villagers.

After cleaning up the mess at home, the men finally had time to clean up the valley.

Zhao Qingyan was eager to go. "Grandma, I'm going into the mountains tomorrow."

Madam Huang immediately understood, "Okay, let your father go with you, so you can look after each other."

The Zhao family's banquet is scheduled for five days from now. The preliminary purchases and the distribution of invitations all require manpower to handle.

The Zhao family became even busier.

The Zhao family had held a grand banquet before, when their son and granddaughter-in-law got married, but it was only a small-scale affair back then.

Zhao Qingyan and Zhao Minggeng slipped away early the next morning.

Even when the little boy with green skin wanted to come along, they wouldn't let him.

Just kidding, Zhao Qingyan is going to cheat and, while she's at it, collect all the grain.

Leaving it in the valley isn't actually that safe, since no one is guarding it. If someone accidentally wanders in, wouldn't that just benefit someone else?

Zhao Qingyan's goal in the past was simply to secure the money.

"Father, let me interview you. What are your thoughts and feelings about passing the imperial examination and becoming a scholar?" Zhao Qingyan asked.

"Hehe, I'm so excited! I never dreamed that I would pass the imperial examination and become a scholar. It's an unexpected surprise, like a pie falling from the sky."

I thought passing the preliminary examination to become a student would be a tremendous achievement, but now I've only managed to become a scholar (xiucai). It feels like a dream!

Zhao Minggeng was grinning like a complete idiot.

"Dad, we're lucky this time; all the questions are closely related to our lives."

If the exam question is about how to revitalize the local economy, how would you answer? Do you feel confident you can do it?

Zhao Qingyan asked.

"Well, don't laugh at me, but Dad really isn't good at it."

Not to mention anything far away, even our two shops are still beyond my understanding.

How do you make money all day long?

And why are those guests so well-behaved when they arrive? They line up when asked to, and they clear away their plates when asked to, they are very orderly.

I dare say that many unruly kids wouldn't even pick up a fallen oil bottle at home.

In our shop, things are very proper and orderly.

So, I really admire how well you nursed them.

The father and son happily headed towards their destination.

Zhao Qingyan still remembered the fear she felt when she went into the deep mountains with Yunyou last time, so she didn't want to take her father with her to go hunting again.

No matter how many secrets lie hidden in these mountains, she has no intention of uncovering them.

With the stockpiled goods in the space, not only would he never have to work or lack food and drink for the rest of his life, but he could also support the entire Zhao family and live a life of luxury.

There's absolutely no need to be so greedy.

Often, trouble comes knocking even when you don't want to.

The father and son walked forward without stopping, only to hear the sounds of fighting ahead.

The close-quarters combat was extremely fierce.

The father and son instinctively wanted to take a detour, but the road ahead was the only way to the valley.

What should we do? Should we stay put? But we're afraid of being discovered and mistaken for spies.

Judging from the extremely intense sounds of fighting, it's clear that the fighters are highly skilled. Otherwise, their attacks wouldn't be so swift.

To avoid getting involved in any unnecessary trouble, Zhao Qingyan gestured for her father to climb the tree and take a look. Once they had pinpointed the exact location, the two of them could make their escape.

Zhao Minggeng was very obedient. He took the basket off his back, placed it at Zhao Qingyan's feet, and then jumped up the tree like a monkey.

I shaded my eyes with my hand and looked closely. There were two groups of people, both dressed in black. I couldn't tell who was good and who was bad.

As Zhao Minggeng pulled the binoculars Zhao Qingyan had given him from his waist, he almost fell off the tree.

He quickly climbed down the tree and handed the binoculars to Zhao Qingyan.

He whispered, "Girl, there are two groups of people. We know one of them; they're the owners of Wangyue Tower."

He's being beaten up, and he looks like he's losing his strength. Should we help him or not?

Zhao Qingyan really wanted to kill her biological father, but since they knew each other, how could she not save him?

Besides, Wangyue Tower is our own backer.

If her thigh is broken, where will she get the money to fleece people? Putting everything else aside, she's also thinking about continuing to collaborate with Wangyuelou on other projects in the future.

They took out two black masks, and the father and son put them on.

One person, carrying a wood-chopping knife, headed towards the source of the sound.

Before she even got inside, she saw that the owner of Wangyue Tower had almost been killed, which startled Zhao Qingyan.

Trying to compose himself, he said, "Wow, Dad, that's quite a fight. Who do you think will lose?"

Zhao Minggeng's voice was loud, "How can I put it? I think the team on the outside will definitely lose."

"Haha, Dad, you think the same thing as me! Do you think they'll die or survive?"

Zhao Qingyan continued, while simultaneously using her internal energy to ensure her voice reached the fighting area, thus distracting them.

Soon, the two had reached the fighting circle.

Zhao Minggeng crossed his arms, waiting for his daughter's command before he went to work.

Hi everyone.

What's the big deal? Why are you fighting so fiercely? Look at how beautiful the mountains and forests are, full of birdsong and fragrant flowers. This fighting isn't a good thing.

It would be terrible if anyone got hurt, it would hurt so much!

Our bodies and hair are gifts from our parents; isn't it wrong to ruin them like this? You're all young people; be more mindful.

The assassins on the periphery had never seen anyone so talkative and so annoying; after all, anyone annoying would have been dealt with by them long ago.

The leader nodded to the assassin closest to Zhao Qingyan and her father, and the man quickly approached the two.

Zhao Minggeng thought killing an ordinary farmer would be easy, but when he swung his knife, Zhao Qingyan kicked him away from the other side.

The father and daughter worked together seamlessly.

The person who was kicked away coughed up blood and fell unconscious.

Zhao Qingyan continued to smile.

"Master Han, how have you been? Do you need any help?"

Han Dongjia recognized the voice; he had never seen such a unique family in all these years.

Especially this little girl, she's practically a superhuman strength monster.

He shouted, already panting, "We need your help! Hurry up and you'll get your share of the rewards!"

Zhao Qingyan chuckled, "Alright, that's exactly what I've been waiting for."

The father and son rushed towards the assassins on the perimeter.

The skill the father and son had just displayed had already put the assassins on high alert. As the two pounced, someone raised a knife to strike.