Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 536 - 535: Visiting as a Guest

After paying respects at the graves of her grandparents, Lin Wanwan tidied up the offerings, poured alcohol over the dwindling embers of the scriptures, and then packed the remains into a plastic bag. With that done, she led Fugui down the mountain and away.

Today she’s supposed to have dinner at Su Yanwei’s home, but it’s still early, so Lin Wanwan returns to her own home and studies a medical book on Chinese medicine for a while.

The festive atmosphere of the New Year is completely missing from her modern home. If it weren’t for the German Shepherd, Fugui, the entire villa would be unbearably quiet and lonely.

That dog was once given to her by Lu Shouyue, but now things have changed, and people too.

The other person probably hates her to the core, having blacklisted her completely, indicating a desire to cut all ties.

"Sigh."

Lin Wanwan sighed, holding a pen in her hand, subconsciously writing a few words before scratching them out with a silent chuckle. Forget it; she couldn’t focus on the medical book. The festive season isn’t suitable for studying hard. Perhaps she’ll go and differentiate some herbs instead.

Once she entered the pharmacy, the smell of herbs quickly calmed her down.

Lin Wanwan cleaned out the original storage room on the first floor and brought in a few medicine racks from the Great Tang. Upon them were Chinese medicinal herbs purchased from the Great Tang Pharmacy, including the wild Dendrobium she had once found on a cliff.

These Chinese medicinal herbs from the Great Tang had far stronger medicinal properties than their modern cultured and environmentally polluted counterparts; they were treasures.

The more Lin Wanwan studied Chinese medicine, the more she grew to love Chinese medicinal herbs, gradually developing the idea of growing her own herbs in her courtyard at the Great Tang.

Not all cultivated Chinese medicinal herbs are inferior to wild ones; the key lies in the soil they are grown in and the methods used for cultivation.

Lin Wanwan’s desire to cultivate a few herb fields wasn’t for trade, but out of passion. She started learning medicine reluctantly, but now she enjoys it more and more, increasingly feeling her own inadequacy, needing to work much harder.

Immersed in the pharmacy, identifying herbs from the medical books, time passed quickly. It wasn’t until the alarm went off that Lin Wanwan came to her senses.

She turned off the phone alarm, called for Fugui, then drove out, stopping by the supermarket near her home to purchase a box of oil and a box of milk before heading to the countryside.

Su Yanwei’s house was less than five kilometers from Lin Wanwan’s residential area, a drive of less than ten minutes.

Since the new rural development, the village where the Su Family lived had cement roads leading directly to their doorsteps, with the villagers’ houses relocated collectively closer to the roadside.

Most of the farmland in the village had been leased to outsiders for farming; very few locals still farmed.

The younger generation had gone to work in factories or companies, the elderly who retired and enjoyed farming only tended to some small plots in the front and back of the village to grow vegetables for personal consumption.

The farmers of Yongcheng have diverged from those in the Central West; compared to the Great Tang’s farmers who rely on nature, they are worlds apart.

When Lin Wanwan arrived, the Su Family’s relatives had mostly gathered.

This was Lin Wanwan’s first visit to Su Yanwei’s house since her aunt passed away.

Because they were hosting guests today, the festive spirit was present.

The yard was filled with people, and the house was packed as well, everyone snacking on sunflower seeds and chatting idly, while children ran around happily.

As Lin Wanwan pulled in with her car, both those inside and outside the house turned to watch her.

Rumors about her spread like wildfire in the village, especially with Lin Wanwan’s recent scandals making waves.

Elsewhere, people might not care much about the influencer-related issues as it doesn’t concern them, but many in this village knew Lin Wanwan; juicy gossip like that was a feast not to be missed.

The subsequent rumors denied by official media also caught significant attention, causing those in the village, as well as residents in Lin Wanwan’s community, to be filled with curiosity and speculation about her.

The Su family relatives heard from Su Yanwei’s father that Lin Wanwan is now a novelist, runs a company, and even invested in a chicken farm, quite impressive; currently, Su Yanwei also works at her company with a very decent salary and commission.

Some people might still have a biased view of Lin Wanwan’s wealth, but whatever they thought privately, outwardly they showed her great respect.

Speaking purely of wealth, Lin Wanwan getting out of her Cayenne was indisputably more successful than anyone else present.

Su Yanwei’s house was one of the standardized two-and-a-half-story homes built during the new rural construction, with a small yard at the front growing some vegetables and little space at the back, requiring roadside parking.

Fortunately, in the village, everyone parked loosely, so it didn’t matter.

As soon as Wang Fang, Su Yanwei’s stepmother, saw Lin Wanwan, she greeted her enthusiastically, constantly saying, "Why did you bring something? Just come empty-handed to eat! Hurry, hurry, come inside to have some sunflower seeds; meals will be ready soon."

Lin Wanwan gave her a courteous smile, "Hello, Auntie."

Surrounded by people as she entered the living room, Lin Wanwan immediately heard someone calling her, "Wanwan, Wanwan, come sit over here!"

"Come, it’s been so many years, let’s chat."

Looking up, Lin Wanwan found the two young women in front of her very familiar; they were Su Yanwei’s cousin and niece, one named Su Xiaoling and the other Gu Yihui.

When Lin Wanwan was young, she often stayed at her aunt’s house during winter and summer breaks while with her grandparents, so she was quite familiar with Su Yanwei’s cousin Gu Yihui and niece Su Xiaoling.

They all grew up playing together, with them being five years and four years older than Lin Wanwan, respectively.

As kids, Lin Wanwan and Su Yanwei were like little tails following the older sisters around.

When adults left to work, the two kids were left in the care of the older kids, often being disliked, leading to frequent squabbles.

Seeing Su Xiaoling and Gu Yihui, whose appearances seemed unchanged, only proportionally larger with a hint of weathered look, brought rare happy childhood memories to Lin Wanwan’s mind. She smiled and walked over to them.

"Sister Xiaoling, Sister Yihui, long time no see. Are these your kids? The one with big eyes must be Sister Xiaoling’s, right? Looks just like you, how old is she?"

The two young women shuffled around on the sofa, making room for Lin Wanwan.

"Yes, this one’s mine, four years old according to the lunar calendar, starting kindergarten in September."

Su Xiaoling smiled and held her child on her lap, saying to her, "Call Auntie!"

The little girl squirmed on her lap, occasionally glancing at Lin Wanwan, too shy to greet her.

The other slightly older girl was much bolder, under her mother’s guidance, she wore a bright, sunlit smile, made a bow towards Lin Wanwan, and said cheerfully, "Happy New Year, Auntie! Congratulations!"

Lin Wanwan laughed and asked her, "Oh, such a good girl, Happy New Year! How old are you?"

"I’m five!" the little girl chirpily replied.