Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

"My benefactor! My benefactor, please wait!" Zhao Feng hurriedly chased after him. "My benefactor, you've given us too much silver. We only need five taels. After that, the three of us siblings will all belong to you! Where will we find you then?"

Without turning his head, Song Wenjie tossed out a sentence: "No need! You can keep the money!"

"My benefactor! My benefactor!"

Zhao Feng wanted to chase after him.

Afu stopped and said, "Miss, don't chase after him. To tell you the truth, our young master is a governor. He has many maids serving him in his mansion. He doesn't need you to work like slaves to repay him. You don't need to follow him." After saying that, Afu didn't say anything more and quickly followed Song Wenjie.

“Admiral, this official position sounds very prestigious.” Zhao Feng said thoughtfully.

Zhao Fu urged from the side, "Big sister, what are you waiting for? We have money now, let's hurry up and buy two coffins to bury our parents."

"it is good!"

Zhao Fu's words brought Zhao Feng back to reality. Zhao Fu was right; the most urgent thing was to bury her father and stepmother as soon as possible.

……

"Young Master, Young Master, wait for me!" Zhao Fu ran all the way.

Song Wenjie said coldly, "Afu, you're being nosy again. What did you say to that girl just now?"

"Hehe~"

Zhao Fu smiled somewhat guiltily: "Young Master, I didn't say anything~"

"Humph!"

Song Wenjie snorted coldly: "Watch your mouth, stop causing me trouble, and get out of here."

"Young Master, where are we going now?"

Song Wenjie's lips curled up, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his face: "To the He residence~"

He Mansion

"Who are you looking for?" Uncle Hong stared at Song Wenjie with a scrutinizing look.

Song Wenjie glanced inside and said, "My surname is Song. I'm looking for your young lady."

Uncle Hong was taken aback: "Are you looking for our second young lady or our third young lady?"

This stumped Song Wenjie. How many more young ladies were there? He didn't even know where Zhao Lian ranked!

Suddenly, Song Wenjie had a flash of inspiration: "I'll go after whoever this house was bestowed upon."

Oh~

Uncle Hong suddenly realized: "You're looking for our Third Miss, but she's gone to the fields."

"Achoo! Achoo~"

At the same time, Zhaolian in the field sneezed several times and quickly rubbed her nose.

Yin Hong looked at her with concern: "Miss, have you caught a cold? Why don't we go back?"

They came out early in the morning, planning to apply farmyard manure again, and soon these sweet potatoes and potatoes will be ready for harvest.

Zhao Lian sniffed: "No, there's still a little bit of land left. Let's finish that before we go back."

At that time, I kept ten mu of land for myself to cultivate, and the rest of the land was distributed to my uncles to cultivate.

Now they're all growing the same thing. Zhao Lian plans to experiment and see who can grow a high yield, so she's been putting in a lot of effort and energy lately.

"Miss, Miss, someone is looking for you." Aunt Huang came running over.

"Who came looking for me?" Zhao Lian asked, puzzled.

Aunt Huang, panting, said, "It's a young master surnamed Song!"

"Oh~"

Now Zhao Lian knew who it was—it must be her sworn brother, Song Wenjie. But she was also curious about what Song Wenjie wanted from her.

I haven't seen him for more than two months, why did he suddenly come to see me again?

"Second sister, let's go back and take a look."

Zhao Lian stood up and washed her hands in the nearby ditch.

When Zhao Lian returned, Song Wenjie was sitting in the garden pavilion, with Afu standing beside him. Seeing Zhao Lian's nose red from the cold and her shoes covered in mud, Song Wenjie frowned.

He knew that the Emperor had bestowed upon Zhaolian a hundred acres of fertile land, as well as several maids and nannies, but he wondered if this little girl would actually go and farm the land herself!

"Oh, it's Lord Song! What brings the Admiral to my humble abode?" Upon seeing that the visitor was indeed Song Wenjie, Zhao Lian winked mischievously.

Song Wenjie couldn't contain his surprise: "Tsk tsk... I really didn't expect you to actually work in the fields."

Zhao Lian's lips curled into a mocking smile: "What's so strange about that? I'm just a peasant! Unlike you, Young Master Song, who grew up in a golden cage and is completely detached from worldly affairs." As she spoke, Zhao Lian changed out of her mud-covered shoes in the corridor.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

As they were talking, Zhao Lian's eyes were drawn to the bow on A Fu's back.

Seeing the excitement in Zhao Lian's eyes, Song Wenjie smiled and said, "I'm off today and just passing by. This is a bow I just bought. Would you like to try it out?" He then gestured for Afu to take the bow off his back.

Zhao Lian picked up the bow and weighed it in her hand: "This bow is not bad, but it's a bit light!"

As he spoke, he raised the bow with his left hand and pulled the string with his right, drawing the bowstring taut in an instant.

To Song Wenjie's astonishment, she found the 80-pound bow light and easily pulled it to its full length by hand.

She's drawing the bow barehanded; if she's not careful, she could easily get caught on the string.

Song Wenjie's heart tightened, and he quickly warned, "You must be very careful when drawing the bow with your bare hands! Watch your hands!"

"I know!" As she spoke, Zhao Lian slowly returned the bowstring to its place.

"Girl, here, have some arrows!" Afu handed over the quiver in his hand.

Upon receiving the quiver, Zhao Lian was surprised to find it heavy. She then realized that these arrows were made of fine iron. When paired with the bow, these arrows could draw up to 100 units of force, instantly making them incredibly powerful.

"That's a good arrow!"

Overjoyed, Zhao Lian took out an arrow, nocked it, drew the string, and aimed at the sky. Just then, two eagles were flying side by side overhead. Zhao Lian narrowed her eyes and immediately released the arrow.

hiss~

With a cry of an eagle, the eagle, struck by an arrow, fell to the ground and landed in a nearby flowerbed.

Just then, Zhao Di came over, quickly ran up, picked up the eagle, and shouted excitedly, "Little sister is really amazing, shooting two eagles with one arrow!"

An arrow struck two eagles simultaneously.

"Excellent archery skills!" Song Wenjie couldn't help but praise.

Zhao Lian's lips curled up: "It's nothing! It's just a pity there's no other prey here."

Song Wenjie's eyes were full of provocation: "Dare you go hunting in the mountains?"

Ha~ Who are you trying to scare!

Zhao Lian raised an eyebrow with disdain, her voice as clear as a silver bell: "Brother, you probably don't know, do you? Don't be fooled by your accurate archery and countless kills on the battlefield. When it comes to hunting, you're probably not as good as me! If you don't believe me, let's have a go!"

Song Wenjie couldn't be happier, but while he thought this in his heart, he didn't show it on his face. He even pretended to be disbelieving: "Hehehe, little girl, you've got quite the nerve. Fine! Let's have a match, but I'll decide the time and place!"

"it is good!"

"See you on Wufeng Mountain in half a month."

“It’s a deal!” Zhao Lian readily agreed.

The reason Song Wenjie didn't mention the Emperor's desire to go hunting with Zhao Lian was because he was afraid Zhao Lian wouldn't agree.

After all, if he knew that the emperor was looking for him, he would definitely feel resistant.

It was rare for Zhao Lian to bring up hunting on her own initiative, which was exactly what Song Wenjie wanted. This gave him a reason to go along with her and he wouldn't have to worry about the Emperor's wrath.

He wouldn't feel at ease if he didn't go himself. So after thinking it over, this was the only option.