The Blessed Farm Girl Has a Spatial Storage

After arriving at the pharmacy, they sold the dried panax notoginseng herbs. Since only a few days had passed, this time they only received thirty copper coins.

As it wasn't much money, Zhao Dong didn't take it, letting Zhao Zhitong keep it herself.

Zhao Zhitong treasuredly tucked the copper coins into her small pocket, her face alight with a happy expression. She looked just like a little money enthusiast.

As they were about to leave, Zhao Dong casually asked the shopkeeper how they acquired hundred-year-old polygonum multiflorum.

Hearing the words "hundred-year-old polygonum multiflorum," the shopkeeper's eyes suddenly lit up. He asked excitedly, "Do you have hundred-year-old polygonum multiflorum?"

Zhao Dong shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, I was just asking. When we entered the city, we heard many people at the city gate talking about polygonum multiflorum, so I thought I'd ask you, Shopkeeper, to see if we might be able to gather some next time."

The shopkeeper was slightly disappointed by this. However, he then considered it normal, as hundred-year-old polygonum multiflorum wasn't easy to find. He still smiled and said, "If you find any, bring it to me. I'll buy it for a thousand taels of silver."

Zhao Dong smiled and nodded in agreement.

Then, after bidding farewell to the shopkeeper, the group left the pharmacy.

Sitting in the cart, Zhao Zhitong said happily, "Daddy, aren't I smart? The pharmacy needs to make a profit too! So, let's go to Ruoliu Street in the east of the city."

Zhao Dong had no choice but to head towards Ruoliu Street in the east of the city.

Indeed, just as the man at the city gate had said, upon reaching Ruoliu Street, Lingjian Villa came into view.

Lingjian Villa was so vast it seemed to occupy nearly the entire Ruoliu Street.

This was the first time Zhao Zhitong had ever seen such a large manor, and her eyes were wide with curiosity.

Two bodyguards armed with swords stood sentinel at the main entrance of Lingjian Villa. The vermillion-lacquered main doors were flanked by a pair of majestic stone lions.

Zhao Zhitong had already clambered down from the flatbed cart and was trotting towards the entrance.

Seeing the little girl dart towards the entrance, Zhao Dong was startled. He quickly asked Sun Mei to watch the other two children, then grabbed the carrying basket and hurried after her.

Hearing footsteps, the bodyguards at the entrance turned to look. They saw a small child huffing and puffing her way up the steps.

The two men immediately turned, blocking the entrance, and looked expressionlessly at Zhao Zhitong.

Then they were surprised to find that the little girl showed no fear of them at all. In a sweet, childish voice, she asked, "Is this Lingjian Villa? We saw the notice at the city gate; does your Villa Master still need medicine?"

By this time, Zhao Dong had caught up. He bowed to the two bodyguards, his demeanor becoming especially deferential when he noticed their swords.

"Sirs, we saw the notice at the city gate and have come to sell medicine," Zhao Dong explained, showing them the polygonum multiflorum in his carrying basket.

After a glance, one bodyguard said, "Wait here a moment." With that, he turned and left, returning shortly. He then said to Zhao Dong, "You can follow me in."

Zhao Dong took Zhao Zhitong's hand and followed the bodyguard inside.

Throughout the walk, Zhao Dong kept his gaze fixed forward, leading Zhao Zhitong with an appearance of utmost honesty and deference as they followed the bodyguard.

When he noticed Zhao Zhitong looking around curiously, he whispered a reminder, "Tongtong, don't gawk. It's impolite to stare when you're a guest in someone's home."

Martial artists possessed exceptionally sharp hearing. Even though Zhao Dong was a meter away from the bodyguard and had deliberately spoken in a hushed tone, the guard still heard him.

He couldn't help but feel a greater measure of respect for Zhao Dong.

After a short while, Zhao Dong and his daughter were led into a garden. The person responsible for inspecting the medicinal herbs was a man in his fifties, accompanied by a physician.

From the way the bodyguard addressed him, Zhao Dong gathered that this man was not Master Liu, but rather Butler Liu of the Liu Clan.

Zhao Dong handled the negotiations with Butler Liu and the inspection of the herbs, while Zhao Zhitong stood obediently to one side, waiting.

Just then, the sound of a stone plopping into water came from a corner of the garden. She instinctively looked towards the sound and saw an eight- or nine-year-old girl standing on a nearby rockery, tossing stones into the pond.

It was August, and the weather remained quite hot, yet the girl wore a white cloak that enveloped her completely, obscuring her features.

As if sensing Zhao Zhitong's gaze, the girl turned her head. Their eyes met instantly.

Now Zhao Zhitong could see the girl's face clearly. She has such beautiful phoenix eyes, Zhao Zhitong thought, but when she looks at me, I sense a faint sadness, a loneliness about her. And her hair... it's white! That's the most striking thing!

Zhao Zhitong stared blankly at her, her own gaze clear as water, yet tinged with awe...

Finally, the other girl was the first to look away. With a light leap, she descended from the rockery to the ground. The wind caught her white cloak and skirt, making her resemble a beautiful white butterfly.

So beautiful, exquisite, and graceful.

As the girl drew nearer, Zhao Zhitong became even more convinced of her beauty. She truly is beautiful, she affirmed internally.

"What's your name?"

Only when the girl's voice sounded did Zhao Zhitong snap back to her senses. Her voice sounds so gentle.

Zhao Zhitong chuckled innocently, "My name is Zhao Zhitong. What about you?"

Zhao Zhitong's innocent expression amused Liu Baixue. A slight smile touched the corners of her lips, instantly animating her refined features, though only for a fleeting moment.

"Sister, you're so beautiful," Zhao Zhitong declared. The words had slipped out almost subconsciously.

Liu Baixue looked stunned for a moment, then said with surprise, "You're the first person I've met who thinks so."

Saying this, she removed her cloak, revealing a cascade of snow-white hair. As the strands danced in the wind, her skin appeared even fairer.

Liu Baixue's eyes curved into crescents. She saw no disdain, fear, or any other negative emotion in Zhao Zhitong's gaze—only pure amazement and clarity.

"My name is Liu Baixue."

Oh! Zhao Zhitong blinked, then understanding dawned. She's answering my question from before! The corners of her eyes immediately crinkled into a smile.

Gazing at the girl's hair, which looked as smooth as silk, Zhao Zhitong suddenly blurted out, "Um, can I touch your hair?"

The moment the words left her mouth, Zhao Zhitong regretted them. Oh, I shouldn't have asked that! Seeing the other girl's stunned expression, she hurriedly began to apologize.

Just then, Liu Baixue laughed, interrupting her. "You're quite amusing. Yes, you can touch it."

With that, she moved a little closer to Zhao Zhitong.

Zhao Zhitong actually reached out and touched it!

At this, the nearby servants were aghast. They watched as Zhao Zhitong's eyes first filled with wonder, then a flicker of disappointment.

The servants tensed. Is she going to say something tactless and wound our Young Lady? they worried. But then, Zhao Zhitong suddenly asked,

"What do you wash your hair with?"

The surrounding servants: "..."

Liu Baixue was also taken aback.

Zhao Zhitong said, a little sheepishly, "It's just... your hair is so smooth, like silk! Mine is really dry. Mom says my hair is like straw."

Zhao Zhitong was interacting with Liu Baixue as if she were any other person, completely at ease. This relaxed atmosphere helped Liu Baixue, for a moment, forget what made her different.

In that moment, the two little girls were like long-lost friends, immediately falling into conversation about clothes, jewelry, and hair, as if they had known each other for ages.