Chapter Three Space

  At dawn, when humans are most sleepy, Fang Mernan slowly opened his eyes and heard his grandma still snoring softly beside him. He guessed she was too tired to wake up for a while. She should be able to go find the answer boldly now.

  In the summer, with doors and windows open, a gentle breeze blew through, not a bit of the daytime heat. Fang Mernan slept soundly, vaguely remembering that her grandmother got up in the middle of the night to change her diaper twice. If she didn't have something on her mind, she would probably sleep until dawn.

  She sat up, listening to the sound of insects and frogs outside the window, making the night even more quiet and secluded. Through the moonlight in front of the window, she concentrated her mind and saw the ring on her hand again, emitting a faint purple glow under the moon's rays. She no longer had the surprise from before, only a determined thought to get to the bottom of things. Continuing to concentrate her mind, an image of the manor appeared in her brain, then without relaxing her spirit, she silently chanted the name of the manor, and suddenly disappeared into the bed.

  Fang Mo Nan gazed at the manor in front of him, involuntarily praising it. What a beautiful scenery! The gentle breeze blew softly, with picturesque views and people, half-transparent white clouds floating in the air, occasionally drifting to your side. In the distance, the lush green mountains seemed to have a spiritual presence, appearing and disappearing in the clouds. The air was warm and comfortable, making one feel carefree and joyful.

  She stood at the bottom of a large farmland, about 20 acres. She walked on the ridge towards the main house. The fields were very neat and tidy, with various grains and vegetables planted in an orderly manner. Everything was ripe and ready to be harvested, but it was clear that no one had done so for a long time.

  The house is a classical Chinese wooden building with two floors, and Fang Mo Nan walked in to smell the elegant fragrance, saw the golden light, quiet and peaceful, low-key.

  Fang Mo walked up the stairs, and on the pillars in the corridor, there were natural landscape patterns of mountains, water, people, and flowers. The wood was warm and smooth, with a yellowish-green color, which was surprisingly high-quality golden nanmu wood, freshly cut down, without turning dark brown due to long-term storage.

  There is no longer anything that can surprise her in this magical space. Fang Mo Nan walked in, his footsteps quiet on the wooden floor, warm and steady. In front of him was a living room, decorated with an ancient charm. All the furniture was made of black lacquer gold silk nanmu wood, steady and majestic. When touched, it was neither cool nor hot, without any deformation or cracks. The furniture had been polished to a mirror-like shine.

  Fang Mo Nan walked into a room on the left, and was immediately hit with the fragrance of medicine. It was obviously an apothecary, like those found in ancient times. The entire wall was filled with rows upon rows of wooden drawers for storing medicine. The wood used to make these drawers was a deep, rich black color. She widened her eyes as she took in the sight... all of these were made from the precious and rare "Yin Chen Mu" wood, which had a history spanning over a thousand years. It was truly fortunate that she could see so many at once.

  Ebony has a smooth surface, fine texture, and can be polished to a mirror finish. Some ebony is similar to purple sandalwood in quality. It never fades, rots or breeds insects, making it the best material for storing medicinal herbs.

  No wonder the ancients said: A box of pearls and jade at home is not as good as a piece of black wood.

  Fang Mo Nan looked at the names of the medicines on the drawer, all of which were very expensive and rare, including cow bezoar, musk, sea horse, sea dragon, seal kidney, deer antler, tiger bone, leopard bone, rhinoceros horn, swallow's nest, bear gallbladder, pangolin scales, ma bao, tortoiseshell, pearl, ice fragment, camphor and so on. There should be a pharmacy, and indeed there was one after passing through the medicine room, where he saw tools for making medicine. On the huge table in the middle, there were also rows of bottles and jars, which made a rattling sound when shaken, indicating that they contained finished medicines.

  The room on the right is like entering a library, with rows of bookshelves reaching the ceiling, filled with books on three walls. Browsing through these books, most of which are rare and lost classics, with medical texts being the majority.

  What is most shocking is the legendary "Qing Nang Shu" written by Hua Tuo. It is said that Hua Tuo offended Cao Cao and was imprisoned, knowing he would die, so he gave it to a prison guard named Wu, who later burned it at his wife's behest. The medical masterpiece that recorded Hua Tuo's life work and experience was thus lost. At the time, only a few pages were rescued, which is why there are records of "Wu Qin Xi" and "Ma Xiao" in middle school history books.

  The window of the study was opposite a large purple sandalwood desk, next to which was placed a soft couch. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that they were all made of solid wood, without any joints. She had short arms and legs, climbed onto the purple sandalwood chair, looked at the table, where pens, ink, paper, and inkstones were placed. On the back of the chair hung a very beautiful portrait, depicting an ancient couple, whose beauty was unforgettable. The painting was as realistic as a photograph, and the two people in it had a bit of a husband-and-wife relationship, which was confirmed by their body language and the deep emotions that were not hidden in their eyes, like an ancient wedding photo.

  On the left side of the desk, there were two rattan chairs. In the middle was a black wooden round table with a chessboard on it, and the pieces were made of ink jade and sheep fat white jade. On the edge of the chessboard was placed a purple sand tea set, small and delicate. Under the window, an ancient zither was also placed. The four arts of qin, qi, shu, and hua were all present.

  As I walked in, this room was obviously a training room. The shelves were filled with weapons, including knives, guns, swords and spears. In the middle of the floor, there was a long-haired rug, and on one side, there was a purple sandalwood bed with a small tea table on it, which had tea sets placed on it.

  Fang Mo Nan stepped up the stairs, walked to the second floor, and entered the first room. It was obviously a bedroom. Through the beaded curtain, he could see an antique golden silk nanmu wood bed.

  She walked in, this was her first close contact with a canopy bed, also known as a hundred-step bed. The canopy bed's shape is tall and grand, its structure complex, it seems like a frame bed placed on a wooden platform, the four corners of the platform have standing pillars, inlaid with wooden railings, ancient tables and stools are placed inside, after entering it feels like entering a small room, forming a sense of a bed within a bed, a canopy within a canopy. In addition, she also saw that there was a sleeping mat, a chamber pot box, a dressing table, a small cabinet, a jewelry box, a snack box, a mahjong table, and a cigarette drawer inside the bed.

  She saw that apart from some auspicious patterns and stories of drama, folklore, a larger part was carved with hints of eroticism, vivid and lifelike joyful Buddhas.

  She walked past the bed with a calm face and entered the inner room. The second room was obviously a dressing room, with various ancient clothes, shoes, and hats for both men and women, as well as jewelry and accessories neatly arranged, shining with their own luster. Fang Mo Nan couldn't help but swallow her saliva, this was too tempting, no woman could see these things without being moved.

  After entering the last room, Fang Menger suddenly stood there stupidly, sucking in a mouthful of water. This place was actually filled with gold, silver and precious jewels, all packed tightly into six large boxes. She walked up to the nearest box, reached out her hand, and scooped out a handful of jade and agate beads, each one plump and round, with a warm and pure color.

  Fang Mo Nan loved the layout of this main house, coming down from upstairs and walking into the backyard, there were two rows of outhouses lined up on both sides. Seeing the words carved on the doors, it was obvious that they were storage rooms and kitchens. Various mature crops were piled up, with bright colors like new ones. It seemed that the storage room was divided into two categories: one was a static area, which remained in the stored state no matter how long it was placed, and the other was an adjustment area, such as the brewing area, fermentation area, etc.

  She continued to walk backwards, in front of her were two approximately ten square meters, made with many blue and white, interspersed with some rare five-colored pebbles, built into a fountain pool. One was emitting hot air, seemingly used for bathing in the hot spring. The other was cool, taking a sip, refreshing and sweet, used as a drinking fountain. The water quality remained crystal clear, very mysterious.

  Fang Mengnan's liver was jumping with excitement, her mouth chattering nonstop, and this space belonged to her? The beauty in her heart.

  No wonder everyone wants to be reborn, being reborn is indeed beneficial. They say that knowing three years in advance can bring wealth and nobility for a lifetime, let alone knowing thirty years in advance, and having this extraordinary existence, living freely and at ease.

  Life on earth, the two words "eat" and "drink", in my past life as an ordinary citizen, eating and drinking were not reassuring, I estimate that in a few decades even breathing fresh air will become a luxury. No wonder everyone dreams of space, at least they don't have to eat through the periodic table of chemical elements. Everyone says that food safety abroad is better than domestic, but in her opinion, all crows are black under the sky, just because it hasn't been detected doesn't mean it's safe.

  Forget it, don't think about it anymore, just keep reading.

  Fang Mo Nan continued to explore other places in the village, standing behind the house and gazing into the distance. She saw mountains, rivers, lakes, oceans, forests, grasslands, snowy mountains, and deserts far away. Suddenly, she wanted to see that place, and everything that happened there was clearly imprinted on her mind. This space had collected a lot of things, and it wasn't afraid of being excessive. Even the snow-capped mountain had a hot spring, where one could soak in the hot spring and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

  This is so convenient, she can observe the various animals and plants in space and the situation of the sea, lakes, and rivers at will, without having to walk a long way. The end of space is gray and hazy, and no life can be sensed, she gives up.

  Although the plants and animals looked very good, she should harvest them with her current small body. She rushed back to the study room, standing in the study room, she always felt that something was wrong, as if there was one more thing, leaning against the wall and thinking carefully.

  On the desk, two plates of colorful and fragrant fruit were placed. They had not been there when she left earlier. The trays contained apples, pears, bananas, oranges, grapes, plums, which are common in the north, as well as blueberries, kiwis, pineapples, lychees, mangoes, satsumas, longans, yellow peaches, papayas, dragon fruits, starfruits, durians, and rambutans.

  Among the colorful fruits, there was an inconspicuous fruit with a big jujube-like size and a dark color. It looked simple and ordinary. However, among the pile of brightly colored fruits, it stood out particularly. Fang Mo Nan picked it up to weigh it, his eyes narrowing in interest.

  She took a bite without hesitation, and the moment it entered her mouth, it melted. First, it was bitter, even more so than rhubarb; then it was spicy, so spicy that tears and snot flowed down her face; next, it was sour, even more so than vinegar; finally, it was sweet, like honey. Then came the pain, a searing pain that pierced to the marrow of her bones, twisting her entire body into knots. She couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed to the ground in agony.

  Fang Mo Nan lay on the ground, breathing rapidly for a moment before gradually calming down. The quiet study suddenly had two ancient men appear out of thin air. They sat on the soft couch, looking at the small person in front of them.

  "She hasn't woken up yet? The woman's clear and cold voice sounded."

  "Wait a bit longer, daughter. I think she'll wake up soon." A low, charming masculine voice said, "You're still so impatient, hehe..."

  "She was the first to taste it, your 'bad taste'." The cold voice carried a hint of curiosity, wondering what it tasted like.

  "Ah, where is this again? Who's there." Fang Mo Nan opened his eyes, feeling the pain had receded, without a hint of discomfort.

  "Hehe... this is still a space, don't worry, you can get up now." The man smiled and said, "Unexpectedly, the first one is actually such a little thing. No, I shouldn't call you a little thing, your soul is indeed a genuine adult."

  Fang Mo Nan, who had already opened his eyes, was so frightened by his words that he closed them again.

  Is it?