Shocking! A master of metaphysics has been mind-reading!

"Why doesn't it count?" Xia Wange jumped off the tractor seat, carrying the ignition key in her hand, then tapped the back of the tractor. "Isn't a vehicle without a roof a convertible?"

"Where shall we sit?" Zhang Song asked.

"In the back," Xia Wange said, carrying the crank handle, "I even added some cushions for you."

Lu Qiu glanced at the pile of soft cushions stacked high behind the tractor and said helplessly, "You've thought of everything."

Zhang Song glanced at the tractor, then at Lu Qiu's wheelchair. "Sister Xia, is this the only place we can sit? I'm worried that President Lu might not feel comfortable."

"Oh, this cushion is for you, not for him," Xia Wange said. "He'll be in the car that Boss Ming's people will drive over later, and the two of us will ride in a tractor. We're just going to scout out the location. I went there myself this morning, but I didn't dare to go into the village. We can only go in this way. It's the time to harvest corn and wheat, so we'll take this opportunity to go in and take a look around. Otherwise, it will be too obvious and arouse suspicion."

"Doubt?" Lu Qiu asked, puzzled.

"My nephew Fang Qingzi is now under tight surveillance by the entire village because his identity as a feng shui master was exposed, and he can't do anything."

Zhang Song asked curiously, "Huh? The whole village? Then why doesn't Mr. Ming just leave?"

Xia Wange said, "Your ancestral graves are here. You were even helped out by your neighbors when you were a child. Your ancestral home is still here. Now that the ancestral graves are in trouble, it's affecting your fortune. Do you think you can leave so easily?"

"Then, what about moving the ancestral graves?" Zhang Song asked in a low voice.

"Fang Qingzi was being watched so closely, and the villagers kept a close watch on her when she was near the cemetery. Moving the graves? That's a very bold idea."

"This won't work, that won't work, what should I do?" Zhang Song said helplessly.

"So now I'm a middleman who's brought my whole family to the village to buy corn. Let's drive the tractor around there first. I heard their cemetery isn't far from there. This is just a preliminary plan; we'll talk about the details on the way." Xia Wange handed the crank handle to Zhang Song. "Here you go, driver Zhang, I'll start the tractor in a bit."

It's really tiring to start the tractor by hand.

Zhang Song stared blankly at the fire key in his hand, also known as the crank, for a long time. He had grown up in the city and had only seen this thing on TV.

At this moment, the car that General Ming had arranged arrived. Xia Wange asked Lu Qiu to get in the car. Knowing that he was unable to walk properly, Lu Qiu completely obeyed the arrangement and walked straight to the car without saying anything.

Zhang Song escorted Lu Qiu into the car, and Xia Wange teased, "What, are you worried?"

"Um, yeah." Zhang Song nodded. "How about you go with President Lu in the car, Sister Xia, and I'll drive this... this tractor?"

Do you have a certificate?

"Huh?" Zhang Song exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Xia, you even have this certificate?"

Xia Wange slapped the farm tractor license out of her bag. "Do you think I'm the kind of person who would drive without a license? Come on, grab the crank and help me start it. Do you think I want to drag you along? I've observed it; this is the typical setup on a tractor. It's easy to get caught if you go alone!"

As she spoke, Xia Wange walked to the front of the car, pulled the throttle switch to the half-throttle position, and pressed the depressurization lever, indicating to Zhang Song to insert the crank into the keyhole.

"Turn it clockwise. After you hear a 'putt-putt' sound, the tractor will pull the crank handle back. Then you can just hold the crank handle and back up."

"Okay." Zhang Song held the crank handle and followed the instructions, turning it clockwise.

Xia Wange felt that the speed was too fast, so she loosened the decompression lever, and black smoke began to come out of the tractor's exhaust pipe, while making a "putt-putt-putt" sound.

"Sit in the back," Xia Wange pointed to the back seat, "and disguise yourself."

As she spoke, Xia Wange first wrapped a green headscarf around her head, and then wrapped a padded jacket around her body. She felt that the jacket was a bit new, so she manually aged it on the ground before putting it on. Then she took a darker powder compact and applied it to her face a few times.

Zhang Song had just figured out what equipment he had when he looked up and saw Xia Wange setting off in a padded coat, trousers, and shoes. Her speed was astonishing, and her imitation was extremely accurate. For a moment, he thought that Master Xia must have been a special agent before, otherwise how could she be so skilled at these things?!

After Zhang Song finally managed to get dressed on the bumpy tractor, Xia Wange drove the tractor to the entrance of Xiucai Village.

Zhang Song then felt like his brain was about to pop out. He had to admit that tractors were more practical for this kind of road. If a car had driven in, it probably would have gotten stuck long ago.

When Xia Wange arrived near the village, she drove straight to the farmland near the cemetery, following Fang Qingzi's information. On the way, she saw an old woman husking corn. Xia Wange stopped the tractor, patted Zhang Song on the shoulder, and said, "Be flexible and pay attention to your acting."

Zhang Song suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, a great responsibility.

Next to the auntie husking corn was a cell phone, loudly reading a novel aloud. Xia Wange approached just in time to hear the novel read: "Long Aotian pressed Wei'er down on the bed, pinched her chin, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. He said teasingly, 'What, you've already climbed into my bed, and you're still acting like a virtuous woman? Ha, if you want money, just give it to me. Why all the high-sounding reasons? It's not like I won't give it to you...'"

Xia Wange's words caught in her throat for a moment. When the older woman, rubbing corn, looked at her warily, she quickly said, "Auntie, do you know anyone who still sells corn? We heard the corn here is good, so we came here specifically to buy some. But we've been trying to contact them for ages, and no one answers the phone. We're already here; we can't have come empty-handed. Look, my mentally challenged brother is in the car, saving money for winter. I can't possibly pay for the gas myself!"

Zhang Song was stunned for a moment, but in a flash, he immediately grinned and chuckled foolishly.

"Oh, you're really silly." The auntie switched to another corncob and continued rubbing it. "Do you know the last name of the person you're in contact with? We all know each other well here. If you knew their last name, I could find them right away."

Xia Wange's fingertips quickly traced patterns on her leg, her mouth, hidden behind a headscarf, muttering to herself. After a moment, she spoke, "The surname is Tong. The person who contacted me has the surname Tong."

"Oh dear, there's only one family in our village with the surname Tong. Just yesterday, their mother got sick, and they took her to the provincial capital for treatment. They've probably been so busy they haven't had a moment to breathe!"

"Oh dear, what should we do?" Xia Wange feigned anxiety. "Auntie, do you sell your corn? I'll take the corn kernels to be ground into flour and sell them myself, so you won't have to pay for the processing."