Chapter 3 Good Luck

An Wan'er recalled the book's description and pinpointed the location of the ginseng. It was hidden beneath a small hill not far from the cave where she had saved someone but also lost her virginity.

The area was easy to recognize, marked by two twisted apple trees entwined on the slope. The apples were meager, sour, and unpalatable—so unappealing that even the birds avoided them.

She remembered that Su Fu had visited the mansion when he was younger. He had some knowledge, which explained how he could identify the silver notes she lost. His excitement upon recognizing them led him to bump into the apple tree, causing him to tumble down the slope.

Fortuitously, while he was injured, he also stumbled upon ginseng after his fall.

An Wan'er couldn’t help but curl her lips in amusement.

The book didn’t delve into An Shengchang’s family background much. He was a native of the capital, a concubine's son who couldn't tolerate his mother being cast out by the family. He followed his mother, Xin Sulan, back to their hometown, a small village not far from the capital.

Su Fu had long harbored feelings for Xin Sulan, desiring to marry her since she was beautiful. However, due to her grandfather's serious illness, she was sold into marriage during her teens and later returned with a child.

Even after marrying and having children, Su Fu held a grudge against her family, often seeking ways to make their lives uncomfortable.

The author of this book seemed to have a particular grudge against An Wan'er's family. While the original owner’s fate was tragic, her enemy was depicted as exceedingly fortunate.

In the end, An Wan'er’s family perished, leaving behind a child no older than three, who fell victim to the abuses of the Le family.

However, Su Fucai, like Liu Jinhua and Le Rongyi, not only faced no punishment, but his family had already moved to the city after acquiring the silver bill and ginseng. His son had even passed the scholar exam.

"No, no, no," An Wan'er muttered, feeling a surge of anger as she recalled the plot. She reminded herself: Why should she let her enemies benefit, knowing the story?

Carefully guiding the black tiger down the small slope, An Wan'er soon discovered the legendary ginseng.

Digging up ginseng requires precision and care. You must use your hands and be cautious not to break the roots; otherwise, its value could significantly diminish. Despite already having the silver notes, An Wan'er was determined to handle the ginseng with extra caution, aware of its potential life-saving properties.

Unfortunately, lacking experience, she accidentally broke two of the ginseng roots despite her heightened focus. After wiping her brow in frustration, she recalled her spiritual space containing spring water and decided to send the ginseng there without hesitation.

The dry black soil appeared fertile, and fearing the ginseng might dry out, An Wan'er covered it with a layer of soil. Unsure if the broken roots would regrow if planted, she resolved to give it a try, burying them again. Before doing so, she soaked the roots in the spiritual spring water.

The Lingquan water was alive and seemed endless. An Wan'er felt no pressure as she soaked the ginseng roots. After some thought, she unearthed the ginseng she had just covered with soil, shook off the dirt, soaked it in the spring water, and then replanted it.

To her delight, An Wan'er discovered that she could mentally control the spiritual spring water from outside the space, allowing her to water the soil without needing to enter. With enthusiasm, she poured a generous amount of spiritual spring water onto the ginseng.

An Wan'er wasn't frugal with the spiritual spring water when burying the broken ginseng roots, continuing to pour it until small puddles formed in both spots.

Satisfied with her efforts, An Wan'er glanced at the sun, noting it was only one or two in the afternoon. She couldn't help but smile, feeling like singing.

A good mood can indeed bring good luck.

On the way back, An Wan'er spotted black fungus growing abundantly on a fallen, dead tree. Ensuring no one was around, and with Heihu facing away, she took the entire dead tree into her space.

Heihu, hearing the movement, turned around. In the tree's place, there was only an empty space left. Confusion flickered in its dark eyes. Subconsciously, it arched its back, displaying alertness, and barked at the open space.

Amused, An Wan'er quickly patted her dog's head gently, "Don't bark, it's okay."

Okay?

Heihu stopped barking and looked at An Wan'er, puzzled. She smiled and patted it again, "Don't worry, let's go."

After walking a few steps with Heihu, An Wan'er noticed two pheasants foraging in the distance.

Ginseng stewed chicken?

In an instant, An Wan'er envisioned her dinner. She quickly signaled Heihu to be quiet, then gestured left and right. Carefully, each of them moved to flank the two pheasants.

Refusing to miss the opportunity for a good meal, the two pheasants were startled and attempted to fly away. Unfortunately, after a brief struggle, they couldn't escape the combined efforts of the ruthless Black Tiger and An Wan'er.

"Black Tiger, you're a good boy. I'll give you some good supplements after simmering the chicken this evening."

As long as she doesn’t add salt, dogs should be able to eat ginseng chicken and drink ginseng chicken soup, right?

An Wan'er felt elated after catching the two pheasants. She thought her streak of good luck was about to end, but little did she know it was only the beginning.

As she and Heihu drew closer to home, they stumbled upon a large wild boar struggling on the ground, its front legs injured for reasons unknown. The beast was massive, weighing in at several hundred pounds.

*Tsk.* This was definitely a prize.

Even though An Wan'er never lacked for meat, the sight of such a hefty, free meal made her mouth water. She imagined the tender, rich flavor of wild boar meat—salted trotters, plum vegetable stir-fries, and juicy meatballs—almost drooling at the thought.

Heihu was equally captivated, his eyes gleaming as he watched the wild boar, swallowing hard.

The boar, sensing the danger, struggled even more fiercely to rise, letting out a desperate "huff" while baring its sharp teeth and widening its eyes like copper bells. It attempted to intimidate the two food enthusiasts who were clearly eyeing it.

Unfortunately for the boar, its efforts were in vain. An Wan'er, cunning and unwilling to back down, picked up a large stone, while Heihu wagged his tail excitedly, his eyes full of determination. The boar's expression shifted from fierce to one of despair.

*(End of this chapter)*

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