Chapter 11: The Goddess Portrait in the Royal Tomb

Huang Renfa was so shocked his mouth hung wide open, "Village Chief, you say... she, she joined the National Archaeological Team? How is this village girl qualified?"

"Why wouldn't she be qualified? Professor Ye personally sent the word! This is winning glory for our village!" The Village Chief sprayed spit all over Huang Renfa's face, "I'm warning you, if you dare to cause trouble for Xiao Wei, I'll peel your skin off."

Qingshan Village had actually produced such a talent!

The villagers were also amazed, surrounding Bai Wei to ask this and that.

At this moment, her mother walked over anxiously, "Xiao Wei, why did you join the Archaeology Team? And what is this about collecting vegetables and doing charity?"

"Mom, I haven't even agreed to the Archaeology Team thing yet." Bai Wei didn't have time to explain further; she took out a megaphone and shouted at the villagers, "Uncles and Aunties who want to sell vegetables, bring them to the farmhouse tomorrow morning, I'll buy them all."

There were thirty thousand troops over in Daliang; no matter how many vegetables there were, they could eat them, and if they couldn't finish, they could keep them frozen in the snow.

A few impatient villagers rushed to get in front of Bai Wei.

"Xiao Wei, my family grew string beans, do you want them?"

"I have two hundred catties of cucumbers in my field, I'll deliver them to your house tomorrow."

"Do you want pumpkins? If you do, I won't sell them to Huang Renfa."

Bai Wei smiled, "I want them all. Everyone don't worry, come one by one tomorrow."

"Xiao Wei!" Zhang Shen ran over with an anxious look, "The shoe factory said the stock in the warehouse isn't enough, there are only four thousand pairs. If you want them, they have to work overtime to rush the production. Also, the fifty thousand deposit you gave me is all used up."

Bai Wei didn't hesitate, nodding immediately, "Okay, I'll go with you to the factory to pick up the goods and pay the deposit while I'm at it."

She pulled her mother over and stuffed the remaining money into her hand.

"Mom, please help me greet the villagers who want to sell vegetables and register them for me; I'm going to the factory with Zhang Shen to order the goods."

"This... I don't know how..." Her mother, Li Hong, waved her hands nervously, sweat breaking out on her forehead.

A few enthusiastic aunties gathered around.

"Auntie Li, what are you afraid of? Aren't we here?"

"That's right, we'll help you."

Seeing the few aunties spontaneously organizing to help her mother greet the villagers, Bai Wei wiped away some sweat and smiled with relief.

Although the village was poor, most of the villagers were very warm-hearted.

If one person had trouble, everyone came to help.

Just then, Bai Wei felt her sleeve being tugged; she turned around and saw it was Chen Yeye.

Chen Yeye looked disbelieving, "Xiao Wei, you're going to buy vegetables?"

"Yes." Bai Wei nodded, "Chen Yeye, hurry and find people to pick the vegetables you want to sell. I'll buy them tomorrow morning; I'll buy as many as there are, at the market wholesale price."

"Really?" Chen Yeye was both surprised and happy, and then tears of an old man streamed down his face, "My illness... I have money for treatment now, and the villagers won't have to be cheated out of their vegetable money by Huang Renfa anymore! Xiao Wei, you saved your grandfather's life!"

As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly.

Chen Ming also stood to the side, rubbing his eyes incessantly.

This is great!

Grandpa has money to buy medicine for his illness, and he will never become an orphan without a grandfather.

Bai Wei stopped Chen Yeye, "Chen Yeye, please don't thank me; I might even need your help in the future."

When Chen Yeye was young, he was a village militiaman and had even been rated as a militia backbone. He had followed the joint defense team up the mountains to fight bandits for several years; he knew how to hunt, dig traps, set animal snares, and even make landmines for blowing up wild boars.

Watching Bai Wei leave with Zhang Shen, Huang Renfa gritted his teeth in anger.

He could have earned at least ten thousand yuan from this batch of vegetables today, but it was all ruined by this girl, Bai Wei!

And he didn't know where this girl got the ability to actually get into the National Archaeological Team!

"Damn girl, don't think I can't deal with you."

Huang Renfa gritted his teeth and took out his phone to make a call.

"Hey, is this Bai Wei's aunt? Your Bai Wei has made a fortune; if you don't come to ask her for money now, this money is going to fly away!"

Early morning.

The open-air courtyard of Bai Wei's farmhouse was already piled high with goods like a small mountain.

Thirty thousand barrels of instant noodles, four thousand cases of luncheon meat, four thousand pairs of liberation shoes...

And all kinds of vegetables and fruits sent by the villagers: large radishes, Chinese cabbage, potatoes, eggplants...

Of the five million in Bai Wei's hands, only a little over four hundred thousand remained.

With this four hundred thousand, she had already contacted a construction company in the city, preparing to build a medium-sized warehouse covering eight hundred square meters in the backyard of the farmhouse, equipped with refrigeration facilities and ventilation equipment to store goods in the future.

But now, Bai Wei looked at the mountain of goods and frowned in worry.

Yesterday she was only focused on buying things and didn't have time to consider the transportation problem.

This was truly a major mistake.

With so many goods, how was she supposed to stuff them into the wardrobe?

The wardrobe had already been moved into the courtyard, standing quietly in front of the goods.

Could it be that she had to move them by hand?

Seeing that it was already noon, Xiao Moting must be waiting anxiously.

Bai Wei was also burning with anxiety and simply moved a dozen boxes of instant noodles into the wardrobe.

But the next second, she froze.

The instant noodles didn't move at all.

"What's going on?" Bai Wei was shocked and anxious, "Why is the wardrobe malfunctioning?"

She immediately closed the cabinet door again, but it was still ineffective.

Now, Bai Wei was truly panicked.

Thirty thousand soldiers were cold and hungry, left in the ice and snow waiting for her to deliver life-saving supplies.

At this moment, the wardrobe actually failed!

The climate over there is extremely frigid; if the supplies cannot be sent through, most of them will not survive the night!

Bai Wei was on the verge of tears from anxiety.

If Xiao Moting believed her words and had his troops stand by, but the supplies could not be sent through, wouldn't she be indirectly responsible for the deaths of these thirty thousand people!

Send it through, quickly!

It must!

It has to be sent through!

"Hum..."

Bai Wei's brain jolted, and she suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain, as if something in her consciousness was being forcibly extracted.

A bumpy country road.

A sedan was speeding toward the direction of Qingshan Village.

Zhou Yuchuan was driving; he wore a pair of anti-UV glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were exceptionally calm.

In the backseat sat the white-haired Professor Ye.

Professor Ye looked puzzled.

"Yuchuan, why must you insist on letting Bai Wei join the Archaeology Team? We checked her records; she studied at a medical university and has absolutely nothing to do with archaeology."

Zhou Yuchuan paused for a moment, then spoke calmly.

"Professor Ye, don't you find it strange that the Heavenly Official gold paper and the spirit horse talismans I brought back last time were still perfectly preserved after so many years?"

"The excavation of the royal tomb unearthed a document stating that according to the sorcerers' prophecies, at the time of the Daliang Kingdom's collapse, a goddess would appear to save the common people, and the Prince of Northern Suppression would obey the goddess, willingly becoming the Long Sword in her hands, leveling Jiuzhou and sweeping across the world for her."

"But at the same time, he would also undergo three death trials and must survive these calamities. It is a pity that the Prince of Northern Suppression could not endure the death trials and died at the peak of his power, with everything turning into bubbles."

"The sorcerers revered this goddess as 'Jiutian Xuannü', meaning the goddess of justice who is well-versed in military strategy and assists heroes in punishing evil and suppressing violence; the sorcerers drew a portrait of the goddess, and she looks exactly like Bai Wei."