Chapter 7: Space Carrier

Walking to the desk, Luo Qiao saw a letter lying there, with “To the destined one” written on it. Fortunately, Luo Qiao had learned calligraphy in her previous life, so she managed to piece together and understand the contents.

The letter explained that the previous owner was from the Tang Dynasty. Upon obtaining this space, they were overjoyed and shared the secret with their handkerchief. Unfortunately, the handkerchief revealed the secret, leading to tragic consequences.

The writer advised the destined one to guard the secret well, reminding them that the innocent suffer for the guilty.

The letter then briefly described the functions of the space: There was a well behind the bamboo house that provided water known for its beautifying and health benefits. Time in the space moved four times faster than outside, allowing for eight harvests a year in the fields.

Produce grown in the space had better taste than those outside, and the underground warehouse in the bamboo house preserved items indefinitely.

Finishing the letter, Luo Qiao reached out and touched her neck, finding the crescent moon jade pendant. According to the previous owner’s memories, this jade pendant had been with her since childhood and couldn’t possibly belong to the Luo family.

Unable to comprehend further, Luo Qiao stopped thinking about it. She realized from the letter that the space had likely been activated when the previous owner’s blood touched the jade pendant, although it seemed inconspicuous.

She reflected that its inconspicuousness had likely saved it from being taken by the Luo family earlier. Moreover, the previous owner had been cared for by the Luo family’s grandmother since childhood, so the Luo couple had hardly paid attention to this item.

When the original owner was nine years old, grandmother Luo fell seriously ill and passed away, the previous owner lived with the two elder daughters of the Luo family, keeping the pendant hidden from the couple.

Feeling surreal, Luo Qiao found herself oddly excited and at a loss. She sat quietly in the study for a long time before finally calming down.

She went downstairs and found the entrance to the warehouse. Descending into it, Luo Qiao found the warehouse quite spacious. It stored mostly grains, some fruits, and fewer vegetables.

Inside, there were rows upon rows of shelves, displaying precious items such as gold and silver ornaments, antique paintings, exquisitely crafted bowls and dishes, tea sets, numerous fabrics of various kinds and sizes, as well as various types of embroidery threads.

Towards the back were several sets of cabinets with drawers. Upon entering, Luo Qiao noticed that each item was labeled—grains, vegetables, flowers, and medicinal herbs seeds.

After a brief look around, she exited the bamboo house. Behind it was a small door leading to a bamboo forest. Neatly stacked along the rear wall of the bamboo house were many dried straws.

Luo Qiao suddenly remembered that the kitchen had an earthen stove. She returned to inspect it carefully and found two stoves, a variety of knives, plates, bowls, and basins—all necessities for cooking. There were even large and small steamers, rolling pins, and boards for rolling dough. Most importantly, there was a stone mill, making it a fully equipped kitchen.

After inspecting the kitchen, Luo Qiao walked towards the back door to find the well. After a few steps, she found the well that was said to be a beauty-enhancing and health-improvingon on the body.

Out of curiosity, Luo Qiao decided to taste the water from the well. In her previous life, she had never drawn water from a well, and despite having the memories of the original owner. It took her for a while to draw half a bucket of water using the nearby ladle.

She scooped some water with the ladle and drank it down. It was indeed cool, sweet, and refreshing, almost velvety smooth. Suddenly, she burst into laughter, realizing it tasted like something out of a wine advertisement.

Ahead of her was the bamboo forest, not particularly large but containing various types of bamboo—Guizhou bamboo, Xiangfei bamboo, arrow bamboo, purple bamboo, hairy bamboo, and phoenix tail bamboo, among others, some of which Luo Qiao did not recognize.

Luo Qiao didn’t go any further because she was on the kang when she came in without shoes, and it was broad daylight—Luo Yichen might enter at any moment.