Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Shen Mingchao looked at the man blocking her way.

The man's hair was tied up in a unique bun with a wooden hairpin inserted, and some strands of hair fell naturally. He wore a black traditional wide robe, had three-dimensional features, and his eyebrows were handsome. He looked casual yet had a touch of ancient charm.

"have not seen you for a long time."

His voice was deep and magnetic.

Shen Mingchao racked his brains for a long time before he could recall who the person in front of him was from his past memories.

She clapped her hands and blurted out, "It's you, the Jianbing Guozi Fairy!"

What does this mean?

Zhang Qianjun frowned, just about to give a formal self-introduction, when a sneer suddenly rang out behind him.

It's obvious who it is without even guessing.

Zhang Qianjun immediately turned around and gave someone a death stare. He was really afraid that Zhang Haiyan would act recklessly without any regard for the consequences.

Originally, I didn't plan to have Zhang Haiyan come this time, because he had already been given a red card by Zhang Haike for acting without authorization last time.

As for why Zhang Haiyan still came, that's rather inhuman. Who could understand the chilling feeling they got when they got out of the car and saw the trunk open, with Zhang Haiyan reclining inside, leisurely greeting them?

At that point, he and Zhang Haike had nothing left to be angry about; all that remained was a faint sense of helplessness.

No wonder he was known as the number one scoundrel in Southeast Asia back then. Just thinking about the other party's despicable deeds gives Zhang Qianjun a headache. It is said that he hijacked manure carts in Malacca for six consecutive weeks, and to this day, no one knows what he did with them.

Thinking this, Zhang Qianjun noticed out of the corner of his eye that Zhang Haike had emerged from the shadows, reached out and pressed Zhang Haiyan's shoulder, noticed his gaze, and nodded slightly at him.

Zhang Qianjun breathed a sigh of relief; Zhang Haike was still reliable.

Of them, only he and Shen Mingchao met face-to-face and exchanged WeChat contacts, a mere chance encounter. The other two were either caught red-handed at a crime scene or wore a human skin mask throughout, making them complete strangers to Shen Mingchao.

Therefore, there was no other choice but to send him to pretend to bump into each other and strike up a conversation.

Shen Mingchao heard the sneer too. She glanced at them; they were two unfamiliar men. She didn't pay them any mind, and after looking away, she smiled and said, "I was telling you before that I'd invite you to visit Fujian. I didn't expect you to actually come!"

This story begins when she first arrived in Yuchun. After taking photos, she posted them on her WeChat Moments.

One of the WeChat users, whose username is "Guardian of Arrows," commented: "Beautiful."

She thought for a long time about who this person was, and it took her a while to remember that he was the clumsy jianbing (Chinese crepe) vendor.

Out of politeness, she thanked them and casually suggested that they could visit Fujian sometime.

The other party replied instantly with "Okay".

Shen Mingchao didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking it was just a polite remark. Now that she's met him in person, she realizes how good this person is—he truly keeps his word.

Zhang Qianjun composed himself and responded with a smile, "It's not really a vacation. Two friends and I have rented a shop here and plan to open a breakfast stall."

This is how the Zhang family deals with the unknown.

If you can't beat them or understand what's going on, then blend in and see what's going on.

This is how breakfast shops came to be.

As he spoke, Zhang Qianjun pointed in a direction for Shen Mingchao.

"Huh? Really!"

Shen Mingchao looked over and found that the other party's shop was only three or four shops away from Xilaimian.

"What a coincidence!" She pointed to Xilaimian and excitedly introduced, "Look, that's a farmhouse restaurant run by an acquaintance of mine. If you're planning a get-together, you can go there. Just mention my name, and I'll give you a discount!"

"Yes, we will go."

Of course we'll go, since their clan leader is there.

At this point in the discussion, Zhang Qianjun still had one crucial matter to resolve.

Although they added each other on WeChat, they never exchanged names. This was mainly because the Zhang family's clan name was generally not revealed to outsiders, which served as a layer of secrecy and camouflage for them.

Now that they are facing this Qilin girl, who is very likely the one with the purest bloodline in the Zhang family's history, there is no longer any need to hide their identities.

"Just realized, after knowing each other for so long, you still don't know my name. Let me reintroduce myself, my surname is Zhang, my given name is Qianjun, and my nickname is Qianjun Wanma."

!!!

Upon hearing the other person's words, Shen Mingchao's smile suddenly froze, her pupils contracted sharply, and a sentence flashed through her mind.

[A single arrow pierces the clouds, and a thousand armies rush to meet it.]

This was a sentence that Shen Mingyue had mentioned to her more than once, and she remembered it vividly.

He...he's a member of the Zhang family!!!

What a coincidence! She ran into the Zhang family again?

No, that's not right. It shouldn't have anything to do with her. Zhang Qiling is the patriarch of the Zhang family. They should be looking for the patriarch.

Yes, that makes sense.

Shen Mingchao calmed down after thinking things through.

"What's wrong?" The girl's unusual behavior caught Zhang Qianjun's attention, and he asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Shen Mingchao immediately snapped out of his daze and said with an awkward smile, "I'm fine. Let me introduce myself then."

"My name is Shen Mingchao, as in 'bright sun and bright moon,' and 'morning sun.' Brother Qianjun, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll definitely come and support your breakfast stall when it opens."

"I have something urgent to attend to, so I'll be going now."

Fearing that someone would notice something, Shen Mingchao pretended to be very anxious. Without waiting for Zhang Qianjun's reply, he waved to him and hurriedly ran away.

Watching the girl's slightly flustered departure, Zhang Qianjun's expression turned serious and somewhat puzzled. He walked over to the two of them and said, "I don't think I gave anything away, so why is she in such a hurry to leave?"

Zhang Haike pondered, but couldn't figure out the reason.

Zhang Haiyan smiled mysteriously and said, "See? I told you I should do it. You two blockheads, go home, wash up, and go to bed!"

"You know?" Zhang Haike raised an eyebrow.

Zhang Haiyan chuckled, gesturing with her eyes to look in the direction Shen Mingchao had left, and explained to them, "Didn't you notice what was in her plastic bag? Girls, when they're on their period, they've just bought sanitary products, of course they're in a rush, right? Tsk tsk tsk, Qianjun, you really have no sense of propriety."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qianjun's face suddenly flushed red, and he remained silent despite being ridiculed by Zhang Haiyan.

As a Taoist priest from the mountains who had lived in the Zhang family, where women were few and far between, he was indeed not very sensitive in this regard.

On the other side, Shen Mingchao ran back to Xilaimian as fast as he could.

Inside the shop, the last male guest was being treated at the hair salon.

Shen Mingchao, panting heavily as he leaned against the door frame, looked up and met Zhang Qilin's gaze. A hint of confusion flickered in his otherwise calm eyes.

"Ming Dynasty, what's wrong? Why the rush?" the barber asked, shackling his shoulders, without stopping his work.

Shen Mingchao walked into the house and casually replied, "It's nothing."

She didn't mention the chance encounter earlier; the more she said, the more mistakes she would make. These people were all shrewd, and if they noticed anything unusual, it would be difficult to explain later.

Just as Shen Mingchao was thinking this, the shrewd Wu Xie, holding the mashed chestnut puree, looked at her and said, "I just went out to throw out the trash, and I think I saw you talking to someone?"

Honey, do you have to be so observant?!

There's no way to hide it anymore, is there!

"Yes, I ran into an acquaintance, a friend who sells jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes). He said he wanted to open a breakfast shop here, not far from Xilaimian, so I chatted with him for a bit."

Shen Mingchao deliberately omitted the other person's name, feeling that revealing it would be troublesome.

Let the Zhang family's nine branches handle their own affairs; she'll just pretend she knows nothing.

acquaintance?

Wu Xie fell silent after hearing this. He didn't want to interfere with Shen Mingchao's freedom to make friends, but he couldn't help but be wary. Ordinary people were fine, but he was afraid that some people with ulterior motives would deliberately approach him.

Seeing that Shen Mingchao had already taken the pure milk and chestnut puree into the kitchen, Wu Xie and the others exchanged glances.

They had planned to secretly investigate in a few days, but they never expected that the person would come knocking on their door the very next day!