A master of metaphysics is farming.

Zhang, harboring her own thoughts, returned home first, while the three of them stood in front of the private school, a secluded place in the city, a quiet and peaceful place to study.

A young boy was sweeping the floor in front of the door. When he saw the person coming, he stepped forward and asked, "Are you the Xiang family's daughter?"

"Yes."

"Sir, please come in."

Xiang He picked up the topmost basket and nodded politely to the child, "Could you please keep an eye on it and make sure no one pushes it away?"

"No one would cause trouble in a private school."

Xiang He looked around in surprise. This huge area of ​​the private school grounds actually belonged to He Suian...

That guy must be incredibly rich.

As the three walked in, Fourth Aunt and Madam Su couldn't help but sigh that the place was not only large, but also very well-maintained, truly exuding the air of a scholar.

After passing through the large wooden screen in the front hall, there was a spacious corridor behind it with ten desks. He Sui'an, who had changed his clothes, was helped out.

"You've arrived, please have a seat."

Xiang He carried the basket to a futon not far from him and sat down, placing the basket on the table. "This is what your mother insisted on giving you. It has meat and vegetables. Consider it your tuition fee."

Su gently nudged her, "It should be offered as it is, we can't be careless."

"I already told you I gave it to him, yet you still spent money to buy him these extra things..."

Madam Su quickly covered her mouth, "Sir, please don't be offended. He'er is just being straightforward. Please accept these gifts and don't disappoint my good intentions."

She knew that Xiang He had given He Sui'an herbs, but that was far from enough. After all, the two children would be studying here in the future, and they would need He Sui'an's help several times. She also had to put on a good show.

He Sui'an waved his hand, "Just as Miss Xiang said, I have already accepted the tuition fee, so Madam Xiang should take it back."

"No, sir! You must accept it!"

Su suddenly became unreasonable, and her fourth aunt teased from the side, "Sir, just accept it, and send less next month."

That would be too much to say, so He Sui'an could only nod.

Xiang He pursed her lips and glanced down casually. Suddenly, she felt that the place she was sitting was a bit cold, an uncomfortable kind of cold. She bent down to check the drawer of the low table and found a small thing inside, emitting black smoke, invisible to the naked eye.

Reaching out to take the little thing out, I saw that it was a palm mirror cast in bronze, and I could feel its coolness penetrating my body when I held it in my fingertips.

With a slight smile playing on her lips, Xiang He raised the palm mirror high, reflecting her blurry face.

"Sir, who is sitting in this seat?"

The three men noticed what she was holding and couldn't help but feel curious.

He Sui'an's eyes deepened slightly as he smiled faintly. "It's the seat for student Xiang Fusheng."

"Oh ho, what a coincidence."

Su asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with this bronze mirror?"

She reached out to take a look, but Xiang He pulled her hand away, saying, "Mother, don't touch it. It's nothing special. It's just strange that he has this thing."

Upon hearing her first words, Madam Su immediately dared not get too close, after all...

But Aunt Si was very curious and went closer to take a look. "That's right, a man having a girl's things, could it be that he has someone he likes?"

“I don’t think so. With my brother’s seemingly rigid but actually cunning nature, no one would look up to him, not to mention that he has very high standards.”

"How can you say that about my elder brother?"

While what he said is indeed true, it is inappropriate to say it publicly, especially in front of outsiders.

Xiang He placed the palm mirror on the table and gently touched the surface with her finger. Ripples spread across the mirror, like the surface of water, but no one else could see this magical scene.

She casually placed the palm mirror in her bosom, patted her skirt, and stood up. "This little thing must be quite important to my brother. I'll take it back for him. The sky is falling; we should head back now."

"This……"

Xiang He took Su's arm and turned around, "Sir, you don't mind, do you?"

"It's alright, you're siblings too."

"Thank you."

The three said goodbye to He Suian, went straight out of the private school gate, pushed their cart and headed to Huangcun.

He Sui'an, who was standing outside the door seeing Xiang He off, kept his gaze following her figure until she gradually disappeared into the distance before turning back into the house.

The man supporting him beside him said calmly, "Young master, it is that young lady who was talking to herself last night where you were injured."

He Sui'an raised an eyebrow slightly, "Why are you talking to yourself?"

"It was as if... there was someone else beside her, and they said things like 'You know him' and 'He wants something high-class.' I found it strange, so I wrote it down."

The scenery before him slowly changed. He Sui'an walked into the study without saying a word. The gentle smile that was usually etched on his face was gone, and his straight lips exuded a hint of coldness.

Since he woke up, he has been paying attention to Xiang He. Sometimes she does some strange things and says things that make people wonder. Moreover, just now she didn't let Madam Xiang touch that palm mirror. No matter how you look at it, it seems very strange.

He was the only injured person last night. If he was just talking to himself, that would be fine, but if there were some unseen...

Her calm eyes trembled slightly, and a smile broke through her icy expression. "Could it be that she can see ghosts?"

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They hurried as fast as they could and finally arrived in the village at nightfall.

It was already dark, but thankfully we only walked a short distance in the dark.

Fourth Aunt ran home first; it was late at night, and her family was still waiting for her to come back for dinner.

Xiang He pushed the cart, which had a bamboo stick as tall as a person on it. Su asked in confusion, "Why did you bring a bamboo stick?"

"Mother, you don't understand. This is a dog-beating bamboo; it will be very useful later!"

As soon as the explanation came out, Madam Su understood immediately. She gave a playful scolding but did not correct her. After all, in Madam Su's current view, that family was indeed wicked, and only wicked people could put them down.

"Don't be too rough. Your grandma is too much of a troublemaker. Don't bother the village chief again and make him lose face."

"Do not worry."

Seeing that Su's temperament was no longer soft, Xiang He was delighted and pushed the cart with even more force.

Just as they were nearing the end of the village, a man came running up in a hurry. Seeing the two of them, his worry turned to joy. "He'er, why are you only coming back now? Your grandma went to your house and made a scene! She insisted on taking Yun'er away!"

As if thunder had struck her mind, Su grabbed a bamboo stick and ran home. Xiang He quickly thanked the person who came, "Thank you for informing me, Seventh Sister. I'll head back now."

"Hurry up and go!"

Xiang He struggled to push the cart home, with her seventh sister, Xiang Huiying, following closely behind. "Fourth Grandmother has been waiting at the door since last night, and when you didn't come back, she must have lost patience and ran to your house, determined to take Yun'er away to sell her as a maid!"

"Where are Grandpa and Uncle?"

"My fourth grandfather and uncle have not been home. This morning I saw them leave the house and head to the back mountain. I guess they were going to hunt for wild game."

"Tsk!" This old man gets itchy if he doesn't cause trouble every day!

My good mood for the whole day was ruined by this old woman. I held my breath and rushed to the bottom of the slope at home with a cold face. Her annoying, shrill voice was really loud.

Xiang He hurriedly untied the hemp rope binding the large vat, let out a long breath, assumed a horse stance, and lifted the vat with both hands with a forceful pull—

Xiang Huiying's eyes widened in disbelief; she couldn't believe that such a large vat had been lifted up by a thin, frail little girl...

He stood there with his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word, staring up at the sky.

Those watching from below couldn't help but stare in horror; this person's strength was greater than that of an ox...