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Unlimited estates for rural beauty

Feng Xuxu, a 21st-century professor of agriculture and biology, was in secret the mastermind behind a five-star hotel. Running back and forth between the university and the hotel, it's no wonder she worked herself sick. One moment she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in the body of a poor village girl who had just lost her mother and then her father. Fortunately, time-travel came with a perk, the almighty space ability. After toying with some seeds, she grew thousands of acres of high-yield grains and spent her leisure time cultivating flowers. Before she knew it, she had created a landscape of thousands of acres of flowers. Munching on fruit, she ended up with thousands of acres of orchards. When she craved some greens in the wintertime, she turned around to discover greenhouses covering thousands of acres. Feng Xuxu counted on her fingers: Spring Garden, Summer Garden, Autumn Garden, Winter Garden—not one more, not one less, four in total. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “This is all one needs in life.” Meanwhile, a certain devilishly charming man approached her with a sly smile, “Little Xuxu, how do you plan to deal with me?” Feng Xuxu was in disarray amidst the wind, realizing she had forgotten about one demon yet to be tamed. In this story, both male and female leads are strong, with the male lead being physically and mentally pure and devoted.

Yilan · ย้อนยุค
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Chapter 125: Interrogating the Hot Pot (1)

The carriage thundered by, the wind cutting against the face like a knife slicing flesh, excruciatingly painful. The tears on the face dried because of the wind.

After half an hour's frantic rush, they finally arrived at the villa. The night was silently still. Feng Xuxu drove the carriage to the backyard, and Yingsu helped her assist Uncle Ma, heading straight to the Lotus Garden.

Feng Xuxu and Yingsu struggled to get Uncle Ma into a guest room, called for Baihe to remove the arrow, clean the wound, and dress it. Baihe then sat down to take Uncle Ma's pulse. After half an incense stick had burnt down,

"Miss, Uncle Ma's poisoning is very severe, I fear he won't last more than an hour," Baihe sighed and shook her head as even if they knew what poison it was right now, it would be too late, and it would take several hours to prepare an antidote.