Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Chapter 42...
Chapter 42
The night was too dark, and the moon was only a faint crescent. If Weisheng hadn't been so sharp-eyed, he might not have seen the eagerness in Wen Ke'er's eyes.
His gaze barely caught on the painted tube at the edge of the boat. Weisheng turned around to glance in the direction of his destination, then pointed to the not-so-bright lighthouse and said to Wen Ke'er, "Look there."
Upon hearing this, Wen Ke'er came towards Weisheng, and accidentally knocked the painting tube off the boat.
Weisheng: “Hey!”
Wen Keer: “Ah!”
Wen Ke'er realized she had knocked something over and instinctively reached out to grab it. However, Weisheng, who was sitting at the other end of the small wooden boat, quickly grabbed the sides with both hands. With a slight force, the boat shook, and the painting tube floated away before he could reach it.
Through her memory, Wen Ke'er knew that it was something Weisheng treasured very much. She apologized to Weisheng with a feeling of regret, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to do that. Well, I'll compensate you."
"That's my grandfather's legacy. Money and other things can't compensate for it." Weisheng pursed his lips, a look of sadness on his face. When Wen Ke'er looked over, he shook his head slightly. "We should get in the water."
Wen Ke'er was about to say something, but her thoughts were disrupted by Weisheng's words. Her attention returned to the smuggling incident, and she felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
She traveled through time and space, and traveled back to December 1974, the Hong Kong of the 1970s, where gold and opportunities were everywhere.
Ahhhhhhh~
Wen Ke'er, a history student, was preparing for her postgraduate entrance exams before she traveled through time. Her workbooks were all she could see before she closed her eyes, and she didn't want to open them again. She'd actually traveled through time on a small wooden boat, smuggling across the Hong Kong River.
She hadn't expected that such a thing as time travel would happen to her. In her excitement, she didn't think of her modern family, nor did she imagine how chaotic Hong Kong would be in the 1970s. She hadn't even thought about the consequences of being caught by law enforcement officers in the restricted area at the border and sent back to the mainland.
Too naive and too optimistic.
Like Weisheng, Wen Ke'er also tied her luggage behind her. After everything was ready, Wen Ke'er took a deep breath and said to Weisheng seriously, "Follow me. If you can't swim anymore, tell me and I will definitely take you over."
Weisheng smiled faintly and said, "If we get separated, we'll meet in Xiangjiang."
Wen Keer: "Okay!"
After they finished talking, they looked at each other and Wen Ke'er jumped off the boat first. Wei Sheng saw this and followed suit the next moment.
Wen Ke'er was a good swimmer and had good stamina. Weisheng's body was two years younger than Wen Ke'er's, but he was equally as strong. However, Weisheng only swam less than three miles before he slipped into space.
From the living room window, I watched Wen Ke'er swimming farther and farther away. Then she suddenly stopped and looked around, whispered a few words to Weisheng, then turned around and continued swimming to the opposite side without stopping.
Seeing that he could no longer see Wen Ke'er, Weisheng looked out the window for a while. It was as if the sea was right outside the window, and the waves seemed to be hitting the window. Looking at the sea from this angle, it really gave people the feeling of a shipwreck.
He shuddered and turned his head, his eyes falling on the scroll that had been transferred in earlier. He was excited but went to the bathroom to take a hot bath first, and made himself a bowl of ginger soup before hanging the painting on the wall of the living room.
He swore his name with a drop of blood and then walked into the painting. As soon as he entered, Weisheng realized that this was the world in the painting. Whatever was in the painting, was also here.
Three fences surrounded the thatched hut. A hundred meters behind it rose a gently sloping mountain, where rare mountain birds hid among the trees. On the other side, a waterfall cascaded down, converging into a small river at the foot. The river divided the land into two sections. The inner section housed the thatched hut and several acres of rice fields. The rice was ripe and ready for harvest.
Outside the stream is a green meadow. The meadow is not very large, perhaps because it is beyond the scope of the painting, so there is fog at the edge of the meadow.
There were things left by the previous owner in the thatched hut, including furniture and some daily necessities, but because of their age, these things turned into powder the moment Weisheng pushed open the door.
Watching these things turn into a pile of powder of different colors in front of his eyes, Weisheng felt an indescribable shock and sadness in his heart.
Then, as if reacting, he quickly retreated from the thatched hut and then touched it carefully.
He found that the thatched house was very solid, and thought that these were things in the painting and would not turn into powder, so he breathed a sigh of relief and walked back in.
Weisheng had been worried that she would use Fang Ke's blood to swear veneration on the painting, and that she would be unable to enter the painting the next time she traveled through time, and that the things she had placed inside would be lost forever. After entering the thatched cottage, Weisheng had an inexplicable realization.
Everything can be stored in the world of the painting, and as the owner of the painting, she can use it at will. However, every time she wants to enter the world of the painting, she needs to perform another blood oath to recognize her ownership.
Because only when the previous owner dies can the later person have the opportunity to become the owner of the painting.
In addition, the world in the painting does not have the preservation function of standing still in time, and the things taken in will still be subject to the constraints of time.
Even so, for someone whose living environment has always been very tight, this is already very good.
That night, after wandering around the world in the painting, Weisheng retired. The next day, he slept in, and when he woke up, it was already noon.
After lunch, Weisheng took cleaning tools and entered the painting world to clean the three thatched houses.
The fully charged vacuum and mop machine was of great help to Weisheng, and the electric duster removed all the dust on the walls. By the time Weisheng had wiped all three thatched houses with a wet rag, only three hours had passed.
After that, Weisheng arranged the main room in the middle into a leisure area that combined living, sleeping and dining areas, and moved all the goods sponsored by the kind-hearted businessman named Jin that were piled up on the second floor of the space to the thatched houses on the left and right sides.
In the evening, he took out the barbecue utensils and prepared a housewarming party for himself in the yard.
After dinner, Weisheng drove the chickens and ducks raised on the terrace to the grassy area across the stream to roam free.
After finishing my work, I set the alarm and slept until 1 a.m. Then I got up, changed my clothes, and swam another three miles toward the Xiangjiang River. Before going ashore, I returned to my space and carefully observed the outside world from within. After confirming that there were no signs of law enforcement officers, I quickly left the space and ran towards the shore.
While running, he listened to the movements around him. When he noticed a flashlight shining towards him, Weisheng quickly squatted down and then entered the space to hide.
Wait until it's safe outside before running out. He did this until dawn, and then Weisheng went back to rest.
She has now reached the shore. Although she has not left the restricted area, as long as she continues to move towards the city every day, it won't be long before she can go straight to the Hong Kong Police Station to apply for a Hong Kong residence permit.
And it's easy, without any danger.
After taking a shower and waiting for his hair to dry, Weisheng went to harvest two acres of rice and transplanted all the fruit trees planted in pots on the terrace.
Of the two acres of land that were harvested, one acre was used to plant various fruit trees, and the other acre was used to plant some Chinese medicinal herbs.
In her previous life, although she worked in the countryside as a technician, she often worked alongside the villagers. So, although she wasn't very good at farm work, she knew how to do it.
At this time, two acres of rice have been harvested. Because it is really troublesome to clean up, Weisheng only left one acre of rice for planting, and sent the remaining one acre of rice to the other side of the river to feed the chickens and ducks.
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Just like that, I eat, sleep, and stay busy in the space for a while, then leave the space and move some distance to the city.
When Wen Ke'er was looking for a job to support herself with her newly issued Hong Kong ID card, Weisheng had just entered the city.
When the sky was just getting light and the vision was still unclear, Weisheng left the space and wandered around the streets of Hong Kong at that time, taking pictures with his camera.
I have to go to the police station to register today and take an ID photo, so Weisheng dressed up specially before going out.
She wore a small blouse with a lotus leaf collar and pearl buttons, made of yellow soft satin woven with marigolds; a red silk A-line skirt; a pair of white low-heeled soft leather shoes, and a crescent-shaped plain brocade underarm bag in her hand.
By the way, the original owner had a head of very good thick long hair. Weisheng braided the straight hair into a loose pigtail, letting it hang naturally in front of her chest. To make it look better, she also found a pearl headband with broken diamonds and put it on her head.
People walking on the street look refined and noble, and no matter how you look at them, they don't look like they have been smuggled in from the economically backward mainland.
Especially when she was holding a camera and taking pictures, it was even harder to tell whether she still had her Hong Kong ID card.
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The dim sum shops in Hong Kong are so daunting just to pass by. Unfortunately, Weisheng only took a quick look inside before calmly walking away.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to eat, but she doesn’t have any Hong Kong dollars.
After asking an old lady on the street how to get to the bank, Weisheng walked towards the bank while thinking about how many gold Hong Kong dollars he should exchange.
Weisheng bought a lot of gold when it was the least valuable, one for appreciation and the other for dealing with emergencies.
Just like now.
By the way, not only is there gold stored in the micro-space, but the original owner also has a lot of gold bars.
The Fang family was a wealthy family in Zhoushan Town. When Mr. Fang was young, he had accumulated considerable wealth through his business ventures. Later, when the world fell into chaos, he followed the philosophy of "antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times" and converted 90% of his family fortune into gold. He then gave the remaining 50% to Wei Zhensheng.
Everyone in the town knew that the Fang family was rich. After Wei Zhensheng disappeared, the Fang family spread the news that they had given all the money to Wei Zhensheng and taken it to Hong Kong.
After his wife and daughter Fang Min passed away one after another, Fang Cheng'an knew that he would not live long. He also knew that his granddaughter would protect the old house and property, so he took out the remaining family property and divided it among his brothers. He also left a small amount of property to his granddaughter as a dowry, and asked these people to help take care of it.
But privately, Fang Cheng'an secretly left twenty gold bars for his granddaughter, and then the original owner Fang Ke took them all out when he smuggled into Hong Kong this time.
The gold bars were placed in the interlayer of a camphorwood box, and no one knew about it except the original owner.
When an uninformed person opens the camphorwood box, what they see are the Fang family's household registration book, Fang Min and Wei Zhensheng's marriage certificate, the original owner's birth certificate, a bunch of keys to the old house in Zhoushan, a pair of sterling silver bracelets, etc.
The weight was definitely wrong, but fortunately, the box had been nearly hollowed out to reduce the weight. Furthermore, the original owner, following Fang Cheng'an's instructions, had placed it in a highly visible location and never locked it. Bystanders who saw it would simply open it and flip through it, at most taking out the pair of sterling silver bracelets for a quick look.
When Wen Ke'er arrived, she found that the original owner had choked to death. Although she also saw the small camphorwood box, in order not to add too much burden to herself, she only took away the pair of sterling silver bracelets and some things that could prove the original owner's identity.
This box containing gold bars was ruthlessly left on the small wooden boat. I don’t know if anyone found them in the end.
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The bank didn't open until nine, so Weisheng arrived at the bank door at just after seven. It was still early, and he didn't have much money, so he took out a light silver ring from his space and traded it for a newspaper at the newsstand.
The newspaper was written in traditional Chinese characters, but that didn't affect its readability. Weisheng read it from beginning to end and returned the newspaper to the vendor.
This thing will even get your butt rubbed with lead when you sit on it. Keeping it will only dirty your fingers, so you might as well return it.
The vendor was quite happy and asked Weisheng if he was looking for someone else. He also told Weisheng about the recent scandals of Miss Xiangjiang last year and who hired a feng shui master to move their ancestral graves...
In his previous life as a digital being, Weisheng studied the rather unpopular field of religious studies. While not a professional in feudal superstition, it was close. However, their profession also promoted traditional culture.
But who would dare to do this in mainland China in the 1970s? But Hong Kong is so, so "different".
After graduating from university, Weisheng also learned Tibetan, Minnan dialect, and Cantonese for work purposes. In his previous two lives, he also studied American English, British English, and German while studying abroad.
Because Japan is leading the world in some aspects, Weisheng took the time to learn Japanese.
How should I put it? Medical research done on blood and corpses... humph! It's unmatched, but that's all.
At 9:15, Weisheng went into the bank, exchanged enough Hong Kong dollars for her to live on for a while, and then took a taxi to the police station to apply for an ID card.
Wen Ke'er, who passed by Wei Sheng, was helping a businessman expose the double-dealing of an English translator...
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