The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

Xi Lang had tens of thousands of yuan in his own savings account, plus Chen Zhi's and the money Shi Xin transferred this time, the total easily exceeded one hundred thousand yuan.

What did he do with all that money?

Chen Zhi couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.

When Xi Lang returned that evening, Chen Zhi appeared normal and did not mention the incident.

Xi Lang showed no intention of being honest.

Chen Zhi spent another night drawing talismans and finally succeeded in drawing a very ordinary exorcism talisman.

While sleeping, Xi Lang tried to use the same trick again, but Chen Zhi glared at him fiercely and said, "You won't be able to for the next week."

Xi Lang froze, incredulously asking, "Zhizhi, don't you care whether I live or die?"

"Hmm, whatever." Chen Zhi rolled her eyes at him and went to sleep.

In the following days, Xi Lang failed again. He had to examine himself and wonder if he had really bullied people too much.

That day, Xi Lang ate breakfast but did not go out. He stayed by Chen Zhi's side while she recited her lessons and practiced calligraphy.

"Are you off today?" Chen Zhi asked.

Xi Lang: "I'll be relatively free from now on."

"It's almost March, shouldn't we go back to Sandong Village?" Chen Zhi missed her home in Sandong Village. "If we don't go back soon, spring plowing will have to start."

Xi Lang shook his head, "Let's wait another ten days, then it will be just in time for spring plowing."

Ten days isn't long; it passes in the blink of an eye and isn't hard to get through.

Chen Zhi immediately agreed.

"Change your clothes, I'll take you somewhere," Xi Lang said mysteriously.

Chen Zhi didn't want to move. "Am I going to be doing unpaid labor again?"

She and Xi Lang had done a lot of work for Song Zhaoyuan and the others, but they didn't get any pay at all, which made her feel disheartened.

"No, I promise." Xi Lang turned to get Chen Zhi's clothes, and seeing that Chen Zhi didn't move, his eyes were deep and unfathomable. "I'd be happy to help you change."

Chen Zhi snatched the clothes from his hand. "No need."

Xi Lang strapped a sponge cushion to the back of the bicycle. It was soft and bouncy, so he didn't have to worry about his bottom hurting on bumpy roads. Xi Lang took Chen Zhi for a ride around the city, eventually heading to a more central area.

Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow. Was Xi Lang's purpose today to take her out to play?

That's right, it does have its merits.

Chen Zhi had some expectations for today's arrangements.

But as they rode the bike, they ended up stopping outside a grand courtyard.

"This isn't a tourist attraction, is it? I don't see any tickets for sale," Chen Zhi blurted out.

Xi Lang paused for a moment, then laughed out loud, "You thought I brought you out to play today?"

Meeting Xi Lang's smiling eyes, Chen Zhi's face flushed slightly. She snorted, "I don't care."

If Xi Lang doesn't take her, she can go by herself.

"I want to, I want to go with you." Xi Lang quickly admitted his mistake, "Tomorrow, we'll go tomorrow."

"No, I'm not in the mood for it tomorrow." She's not so easily appeased.

That smug little expression made Xi Lang's heart itch, and his hands itch too. He wished he could pull her into his arms and give her a good rub.

"But I want to go. Zhizhi, will you come with me?" Xi Lang pleaded, his expression extremely sincere.

Chen Zhi snorted again, "We'll see."

Xi Lang's eyes were gentle. "Then I'll try my best to make Zhizhi happy."

As he spoke, Xi Lang carried the car up the steps and stopped in front of the vermilion gate.

"What are you doing here? Visiting?" Chen Zhi thought of that instinctively.

Xi Lang shook his head, took out his key in front of Chen Zhi, and unlocked the door.

With a soft click, the lock opened.

Xi Lang pushed open the door and gestured for him to come in, "Please come in, Comrade Chen Zhi."

Chen Zhi blinked. "How did you get the key to this door? You didn't find a job as a doorman, did you?"

Xi Lang's lips twitched. "You really know how to think."

"You can't possibly own this place too, can you?" This house, in this location, is practically a palace compound. The real palace is right next door!

Xi Lang laughed, "It's not mine, it's yours, it's in your name."

Chen Zhishi, her?

The house is very large, covering an area of ​​nearly 10,000 square meters, with seven courtyards and nearly a thousand rooms.

After walking around, Chen Zhi felt like she was in a dream. This house could accommodate everyone in their village, and now Xi Lang claimed it as hers.

How did it become hers?

Although she was inexperienced, she knew that in a place like Beijing, such a house wasn't something you could just buy whenever you wanted.

"How did it end up in your hands?" This was something she couldn't understand.

"It didn't fall into my hands, it's under your name," Xi Lang corrected.

"Okay." Chen Zhi repeated, "How did it end up under my name?"

"At first, I wanted to move to a bigger house, preferably one with a large yard, so that you could crack the whip at home." That was his original intention.

"I searched for several days but couldn't find anything I liked. One day, while I was looking for a place, I ran into Song Zhaoyuan. He was protecting an important person during their evacuation. They were seriously injured, and I offered to help them."

"Therefore, I got in touch with that important person. I overheard him saying he was looking for a rare medicinal herb for someone who had been searching for it for over half a year without any results. And, coincidentally, I had that herb."

"I traded medicinal herbs for the right to buy this house. It belongs to a corrupt official who has been brought down, and the authorities haven't decided what to do with it yet. Many people are eyeing it covetously."

"The result ended up in your hands?" Chen Zhi had a feeling that it wasn't that simple.

Xi Lang nodded. "My savings and yours, plus some medicinal herbs I sold, brought up 200,000."

hiss--

Chen Zhi gasped, "Medicinal herbs can sell for this much money?"

Xi Lang nodded solemnly, "Every single medicinal herb in that secret realm is a rare treasure."

"But surely someone can afford 200,000." Beijing is not short of wealthy people.

"Others dare not show it off." Xi Lang chuckled. "The situation is still unclear. Everyone is worried about another political movement. Keeping your wealth hidden is the safest and most secure option."

"So you successfully bought it." Chen Zhi thought Xi Lang was really lucky.

Xi Lang: "Yes, it's yours now, and the property deed only has your name on it."

Chen Zhi: "..."

From this perspective, she was luckier; she acquired such a large house without much effort.

The house is in excellent condition and requires no major renovations; you can move in immediately with just your belongings.

But Xi Lang was not satisfied and said he wanted to make some modifications.

"Do we still have money?" Chen Zhi asked him.

Xi Lang sighed, "That's all. So I'm planning to go south to buy some goods to sell. That means we won't be able to go back to Sandong Village for the time being."

Chen Zhi gritted her teeth and said, "The house is more important. We won't go back yet. We'll go back after we've finished dealing with the house."

That day, the two of them worked together to clean the house, and by the time they finished, it was already dark.

On the way back, Chen Zhi said she wanted to plant vegetables and grains in each courtyard of the house.

"It's such a waste not to grow crops in such a large yard." Chen Zhi planned to pull up the flowers.

"Okay, it's up to you." Xi Lang had no objections.

"I've developed a talent for planting; I can grow anything better than anyone else," Chen Zhi said with a hint of pride.

Xi Lang gently patted her head, his eyes warm. "You are a wood spirit, a spiritual being by nature. With your nourishment, you can grow not only ordinary plants, but even endangered ones. I see there are quite a few precious flowers in this house. Don't rush to pull them out. Let's go buy some flowerpots and transplant them into them. When they grow to their full potential, we can sell them. That should be more profitable than growing grain."

Chen Zhi asked with a hint of doubt, "Really?"

People will buy flowers that are inedible? And they're even more expensive than grain?

Forgive her for her limited knowledge and inability to understand.

"Absolutely true. Almost all the flowers in this house are rare and precious varieties. It's only because the previous owner was a high-ranking official that these flowers survived. However, they are now neglected and have just survived the winter, so they are on the verge of death. They need to be nursed back to health, otherwise they will die when they are transplanted, which would be a great pity."

"Then go find me a flowerpot tomorrow, and I'll take care of taking care of it."

"Aren't you going to the scenic spot tomorrow?"

"I'm not going, I need to earn money first." Having an empty bank account and no money makes one feel insecure.

"Okay, whatever you say. But tomorrow we'll go buy some books first, some books on planting, and some books about the varieties and habits of different flowers."

Back home, Chen Zhi looked at the two bankbooks, and sure enough, they were empty. She also looked at the property deed, and it indeed only had her name on it.

So much money bought a house.

She actually settled down in Beijing.

With a house, wouldn't that mean she can transfer her household registration?

Is she going to be a resident of Beijing from now on?

Chen Zhi felt like she was floating; that unreal feeling came over her again.

"Unhappy?" Xi Lang thought Chen Zhi was upset about the money.

"I'm happy, but I'm afraid I'm dreaming." Chen Zhi pinched herself; it didn't hurt.

Xi Lang looked at the red mark, feeling both amused and distressed.

He picked him up and said, "Let's do something that will make you feel real."

Chen Zhi looked up and met Xi Lang's dark eyes, where a fire was brewing, a fire that would set her ablaze. Her body trembled uncontrollably. "I need to go find books tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

As it turns out, Xi Lang's restraint was only in words; once a man who hadn't eaten for days had some meat, he was never satisfied. Coupled with Xi Lang's terrifyingly strong stamina, he could go for several nights without sleep, let alone one.

Later, Chen Zhi cried until her voice was hoarse, her pretty face covered in tears, looking so pitiful that people wanted to bully her even more.

Her snow-white skin was covered in red marks, even her ankles were not spared.

Xi Lang looked at his "masterpiece" and felt unusually guilty.

But he didn't think he was wrong. Who could blame him when she smelled so good and was so alluring? It was understandable that he couldn't control himself and lost control a little.

As soon as it was light, Xi Lang went out to find flowerpots for Chen Zhi.

If you make a mistake, you always have to do something to make amends.

Xi Lang first went to the bank, exchanged a small yellow croaker for some money, found a handcart for hauling goods, and then headed to the place where flower pots were sold.