After time travel, share a space with your modern family.

"Great hero, spare us! Great hero, spare us..." The remaining seven men quickly turned their horses around and rode away.

"Brother, let's hurry up and leave this place. Let's get away from them and ignore them." Ruan Mumu saw that those people were running so fast that they couldn't catch up, so it was better to leave as soon as possible.

Qiao Tinghao wanted to ask what to do with the corpse, but then thought better of it. It wouldn't be good if someone found it and got into trouble; he had to leave as soon as possible.

So he quickly jumped onto the carriage, cracked the whip, and tried to get the horse to run fast. However, the horse had probably just seen its kind fall to the ground, and its gait was a little erratic, but it refused to move an inch.

"This horse must be scared, right?" Seeing that the horse seemed unwilling to move, Ruan Mumu had no choice but to jump off the carriage, go to the horse's head, reach out and touch the horse's head, and comfort it, "Don't be afraid, you will definitely experience many such situations in the future, be brave, Big White Rabbit."

"Big White Rabbit" was the name given to it by Ruan Mumu. When Ruan Xiaojun and Ruan Xiaohai first heard the name, they laughed for a long time. It was clearly a strong and powerful horse, but they had to name it "Big White Rabbit," which sounded soft and limp.

This was the first time Qiao Tinghao had heard their horse call by that name. The first thing that came to his mind was White Rabbit candy. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare, so he had to hold it in.

The white rabbit still wouldn't budge an inch. Ruan Mumu stroked its mane again, thought for a moment, then mixed half a basin of water and added half a cup of spiritual spring water. As if under some kind of spell, the white rabbit lowered its head and drank the water, then hissed as if to say, "We can go now."

After putting the basin back into her spatial storage, Ruan Mumu lightly jumped onto the carriage. Without Qiao Tinghao needing to crack the whip, the carriage sped off.

"Girl, you just gave the horse water, and it became so obedient?" Qiao Tinghao asked curiously.

Ruan Mumu gave him a mischievous smile, but did not answer.

“Girl, the wooden wheels of this carriage have too much friction. Not only is it slow, but it’s also very bumpy and uncomfortable! Can we get a set of modern wheels?” Qiao Tinghao asked.

"Let's try when we have a chance! This wheel can only be adjusted if we prepare in advance," Ruan Mumu said somewhat awkwardly.

Qiao Tinghao didn't know where Ruan Mumu got all these things, but he knew she must have some secrets. However, she didn't seem to mind showing these secrets to him.

So, is this considered trust in him, or is it a sign of being wary of him? Qiao Tinghao pondered to himself.

Seeing the helpless look on the girl's face, Qiao Tinghao knew that she probably really couldn't come up with the money.

"Do you have any way to get back to the modern era?" Qiao Tinghao suddenly asked.

Ruan Mumu answered without hesitation, "There's no way." Then she explained, "I died of illness in the modern world, how could I go back? I'm just a soul over there, my body has long since turned to ashes."

Hearing this, Qiao Tinghao felt a pang of loss, thinking that he would probably suffer the same fate. He fell into deep thought, silently muttering, "After my parents learn of my death, will they be able to bear such a blow?"

Looking at Qiao Tinghao's dejected appearance, Ruan Mumu felt a strange, indescribable pain welling up in her heart.

"Is there anything you want to say to your relatives on your side?" Ruan Mumu suddenly asked, as if possessed.

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise and confusion flashed in Qiao Tinghao's eyes: "Huh? What do you mean?" He seemed not to understand why Ruan Mumu would ask such a question.

Ruan Mumu took a deep breath and explained again, "What I mean is, if there's anything you want to say to your family, you can tell me, and maybe I can help you convey it to them." Her voice was calm and firm, and her eyes revealed sincerity and kindness.

A complex expression appeared on Qiao Tinghao's face, a mixture of joy and sorrow. He lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Really? Then I'll have to think about it carefully." After saying that, he silently tightened his grip on the riding whip, staring ahead with his back to Ruan Mumu, his eyes beginning to redden.

After a while, Qiao Tinghao turned around, concealing the tears glistening in his eyes, and slowly said, "If possible, please tell my parents to thank them for their continued support and love. Tell them not to be too sad, that I'm doing well here, and that I hope they can live happily ever after."

His voice trembled slightly, filled with longing and concern for his family.

Ruan Mumu listened quietly to Qiao Tinghao's words, a wave of sadness rising in her heart. "Write a letter, and provide your home address as well, so that it can be delivered to your loved ones."

"Ah... you can even write letters to your relatives in the modern world?" Qiao Tinghao was shocked again.

"Otherwise what? Did you think it was some kind of divine intervention in a dream? Even the gods don't listen to me!" Ruan Mumu looked at Qiao Tinghao with amusement.

Qiao Tinghao grinned foolishly, flicked the whip lightly, and with a "Giddy up," the white rabbit galloped off again.

After a long while, Qiao Tinghao's excited heart finally calmed down a bit, and he asked again, "Girl, can we really write letters? Can we really still write letters to our relatives in the modern world?"

Ruan Mumu rubbed her sleepy eyes and mumbled, "It's all your fault for disturbing me. I almost ate my mom's cooking."

It turned out that she had just drifted off to sleep and was dreaming that her mother had cooked a dish and put it on the table. She hadn't even had a chance to pick up the sweet and sour pork ribs when she was woken up by Qiao Tinghao's words. Then, her stomach started rumbling.

Qiao Tinghao also heard the gurgling sound and chuckled, "Girl, are you hungry? You forgot to eat the buns you bought earlier."

Ruan Mumu looked dejected. "Thinking of my mom's cooking, these buns are really hard to swallow." She took out her watch and looked at it. It was 6:20. Wasn't that lunchtime? Maybe it was just right.

Thinking of this, Ruan Mumu got into the car, lowered the curtain, avoided Qiao Tinghao's gaze, and entered the space. She arrived at the restaurant, where steaming hot food was laid out on the table, including her favorite sweet and sour pork ribs.

Ruan Mumu carried a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs out of the space.

"Brother, sweet and sour pork ribs, want some?" Ruan Mumu, wearing disposable gloves, grabbed a piece of pork rib and held it to Qiao Tinghao's mouth.

"Eat, why not eat when there's food to eat?" Qiao Tinghao didn't stand on ceremony and opened his mouth to accept Ruan Mumu's feeding.

Meanwhile, in the modern setting, Ruan Wanfu was helping to serve the dishes when he discovered that a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs had disappeared. He called out to the kitchen, "Yufang, the pork ribs are gone."

Well, Zhang Yufang and Ruan Yanyan knew that it must be Ruan Mumu's masterpiece.