Chapter Twenty-Two
"It's really just like you thought, this time only our family and an outsider participated in the bidding. The other side actually only bid 500 yuan, we won." Cheng Hai puffed on his dry tobacco pipe, blowing out ring after ring of smoke before speaking to Cheng Zihan.
Cheng Zihan's face lit up with joy, this time the land had finally been cast down, but Qin Kexiu was still unconscious and didn't know what he wanted to do with that piece of land.
"Dad, did you get the land use right contract?" Cheng Zihan thought for a moment, fearing that there might be some unexpected situation in between, and asked again.
Cheng Hai nodded, "The money was given and the contract was signed immediately. The contract has been obtained with the official seal of the team."
Cheng Hai didn't take out the contract, probably already received it.
Cheng Zihan just nodded slightly.
Li Lan's face wasn't looking too good, this time she spent over a thousand yuan on that piece of bad land, and she really couldn't think of what was so great about it. Every year during the flood season, which lasted almost four months, nothing good could be planted on that land, and the money was simply wasted.
"I say, you father and daughter, don't even know what you're thinking, suddenly bringing back such a big piece of land, don't know what use it has." Seeing Cheng Hai and Cheng Zihan both looking very happy, Li Lan couldn't help but pour cold water on them.
Cheng Hai was also worried about this, so he turned his head to look at Cheng Zihan.
Cheng Zihan blinked, thought for a moment, and then said to Cheng Hai: "Dad, we need to keep this secret for now. Let's go take a look at the place over the weekend when we have time."
Cheng Hai nodded after Cheng Zihan said that, "Okay, let's go take a look again next weekend when you're on holiday."
"Alright, Dad, then you should find someone to help remove the weeds and plow the land first." The land was obtained, but Cheng Zihans heart still had a big stone weighing on it, as Qin Kesu was still unconscious, she couldn't shake off her worries.
"Give it to dad, isn't Zi Han still going to take the exam on Wednesday? Hurry up and do your homework and review it." Cheng Hai nodded, as if he had thought of something, then said to Cheng Zihan.
Cheng Zihan nodded, "Okay, I'll go do my homework now."
The homework in elementary school is nothing more than copying texts and new words, and doing some exercises. The math for second grade has no difficulty at all, and Cheng Zihang easily solved it.
After finishing his homework and checking the time, it was only 5:30. Cheng Zihan thought for a moment before saying something to Cheng Hai and Li Lan, then hastily ran out.
She also wants to go and take a look at that piece of land by the river, or if there's something special there that she hasn't noticed before.
Out of the door, he went straight to the dam and crossed it. The land was right there. Cheng Zihan walked along the path, at this time the riverbank was overgrown with weeds and there were many pieces of trash, but in the ground there were still some small sweet potatoes left from last year's harvest, which had already sprouted tender buds.
Apart from this, there are also some wild vegetables. On ordinary days when there's nothing to eat at home, they would come and pick some to take back for food.
Cheng Zihan walked while stretching out her hand to touch the wild vegetables, but she didn't sense anything. It seemed that her Tong Ling Shu was still too weak and had no effect on these wild vegetables which originally lacked spiritual energy.
As she walked a little further, Cheng Zihan suddenly heard a very faint cry for help. She was startled and looked around, but saw nothing.
"Save me... save my life..." The faint voice still echoed, Cheng Zihan perked up her ears and listened carefully, then lowered her head to search carefully again.
The sound seemed to come from beneath the earth.
Is there something buried in this land?
Cheng Zihan listened for a while, and finally found the position with a clearer voice. She squatted down, picked up a small branch from one side, and carefully brushed it up.
After searching for a while, nothing was found, but that sound became clearer and clearer.
Cheng Zihan knew that thing was definitely not far down there, so she hurried up her pace. Finally, a white, soft and fluffy thing appeared in front of Cheng Zihan.
"Ah——" Cheng Zihan was most afraid of this kind of soft-bodied creature. Just as her hand touched it, the icy feeling scared her so much that she sat down on the ground with a thud, her face turning pale with fright.
"Hiss...hiss..." The thing slowly crawled out from the ground, its entire body snow white, only about the size of a palm, its body segmented into sections, somewhat resembling a silkworm.
Cheng Zihan looked at this thing and was so scared that she almost fainted, "You, what are you?"
Pointing at the slow-moving insect approaching him, Cheng Zihan's voice was trembling.
"Was it you who saved me?" The insect tilted its head, its two shiny black eyes staring at Cheng Zihang without blinking.
Cheng Zihan felt her heart almost stopping, hastily shaking her head, "It's not me, it's not me, you've got the wrong person. Absolutely not me, how could I possibly do something so irresponsible?"
"Wah wah, it's wild, it's actually wild, I smell the scent of wildness! Wild wild!" The insect tilted its head and stared at Cheng Zihan for ten seconds before suddenly jumping up and pouncing on his body. Its two shiny black eyes instantly turned into hearts, and it let out a loud excited cry.
"I'm going..." Cheng Zihan felt like fainting at this moment. Was she being molested by a worm? Really?
While Cheng Ziheng was in a daze, he heard Mang Cang's low and menacing voice, "Damn it! How are you still alive? Don't come near me! You disgusting worm!"
It can be seen that Mang Cang seems to be the same as Cheng Zihan, both of whom seem to dislike this worm.
But the insect ignored the vast anger and slowly crawled into Cheng Zihans body.
Cheng Zihan's eyes rolled back and she fainted directly.

