After Awakening, She Tore Apart Her Enemies and Joined the Army on an Island - Chapter 21

This was a letter her mother had written to Su Mianzhi, mentioning a place name familiar to everyone, Penglai Island.

“Penglai Island?” Su Meng murmured, her mind racing.

Unfortunately, her mother had passed away when she was eight, and her father had also gone missing that same year.

She knew very little about her parents’ past and couldn’t uncover the mysteries surrounding them.

When she couldn’t figure something out, she never obsessed over it unnecessarily.

Considering that one of her father’s books had appeared here, there must be other belongings of his as well.

Sure enough, she found two more books by Su Mianzhi on mechanical mechanics, along with several handwritten manuscripts.

Su Meng gritted her teeth silently, already planning to “gift” Zhong Cuilin and Shen Wuyang something extra when the opportunity arose.

There was no need to guess, these items had undoubtedly been discarded by them.

What audacity and nerve did these two thieves have to act so brazenly?

Because of Su Mianzhi’s books, Su Meng had practically shifted the mountain-like pile of books in the recycling station.

“Oh my! You’re still looking for books? That’s amazing!”

Nie Pingting came over to take a look, teased her a bit, and then went off to search for “treasures” again.

But Su Meng wanted to see if there were any more of Su Mianzhi’s belongings hidden among the books.

Her obsessive-compulsive tendencies were acting up again.

She tirelessly sifted through the pile of books.

Suddenly, her fingernail scraped against something hard.

She was stunned.

Through the scratch mark, she discovered that the small wooden box being used as a stepping stone for the book pile was actually made of golden nanmu wood.

Inside was a small medicine pot with only half a handle left.

Beneath the medicine pot, ten surgical knives of varying sizes and lengths lay side by side, gleaming and starkly white.

Su Meng’s heart leaped with joy. As a non-medical professional, she wouldn’t have been able to acquire such a complete set of tools.

Was this a stroke of luck from the heavens?

Carefully, she took one of the surgical knives from its leather sheath. As she tugged at it, she discovered that there was another layer beneath the one holding the knives.

What could it be?

Thinking of Nie Pingting’s jade ring, her heart began to race.

Su Meng glanced around cautiously before carefully lifting the cloth-wrapped wooden board.

Beneath it were two thin medical books.

A drop of dark red blood on the cover of the medical books was startling.

In the corner of the page, a familiar symbol caught her eye.

She… froze!

Her heartbeat faltered!

She trembled!

Unable to believe it, she traced the familiar symbol with her fingers, her vision gradually blurring.

But in an instant, she composed herself.

Su Meng tilted her head back and took a few deep breaths, gripping the medical books tightly as she tried to calm her emotions.

She couldn’t let wild guesses unsettle her.

If her grandfather’s medical books had ended up in the recycling station, they might have been stolen.

That drop of blood was probably just an accidental stain.

He will be fine.

Immediately after, she found her grandfather’s unique mark at the bottom of the box.

This box indeed belonged to her grandfather.

She had no idea how it had ended up here.

She couldn’t stay calm anymore!

Her fingers traced the mark as tears slowly blurred her vision.

Could it be… could it be that something had really happened to her grandfather?

Otherwise, he would never have parted with his medical kit, which he treated as his life, nor would he have disappeared for over a decade without a word.

Not even when her mother passed away had anyone from her grandfather’s family shown up.

They…

“Ah!” Su Meng sighed in sorrow.

“Su Jiejie, have you finished picking?”

Suddenly hearing Nie Pingting’s voice, Su Meng was startled.

She quickly stored the box in her space.

After composing herself, she emerged from the pile of books, clutching the selected books and newspapers, and looked nervously at Nie Pingting. “I’m done. How about you?”

Nie Pingting waved the item in her hand, snapping it open with a flick. “I picked a folding fan. What do you think?”

Seeing her natural expression, Su Meng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. “It looks great!”

She didn’t want to show her vulnerable side in front of others.

Nor did she want anyone to know she had taken the medicine box.

The old man guarding the recycling station seemed welded to his lounge chair at the entrance, holding a newspaper in one hand and a pipe in the other.

Hearing their footsteps, he casually pointed to the scale nearby. “Weigh it yourselves.”

Su Meng stole a glance at him and reported, “Thirty-six jin.”

“Thirty-six cents,” he said flatly, still not looking at them.

Su Meng slowly exhaled, her tightly wound nerves gradually relaxing.

The old man definitely didn’t know she had taken the box. No need to panic!

“I’ll leave the money here.”

Seeing the old man still hidden behind his newspaper with his pipe in hand, Su Meng obediently placed the money on the small table beside him.

Only after they had walked a good distance from the recycling station did Su Meng finally feel at ease.

“I’m so envious of that old man’s job, leisurely and well-paid,” Nie Pingting said earnestly, tilting her head as she played with her fan. “After I graduate, I’m going to beg my dad to find me a job like that. Hehe! Who knows, maybe I’ll strike it rich someday.”

Su Meng nodded in agreement. “Not a bad idea! Just don’t forget to bring me along when you do.”

Chatting and laughing, the two returned to Willow Lane.

After dinner, Nie Pingting lingered, staying in the living room to read.

Su Meng slipped into the kitchen to help Granny with the dishes.

“Granny, when Little Uncle came back, did he say anything about Grandpa’s situation?”

Granny smiled and lightly swatted Su Meng’s hand away from the dishes. “Your Little Uncle didn’t have time to say anything. He was in such a rush, he didn’t even finish a glass of water. He just told me to take good care of you.”

Su Meng was puzzled. “Granny, then who gave you that note?”

“Your Little Uncle, of course. He always shows up in a hurry, gives his instructions, and leaves.”

“That’s strange. Why didn’t Little Uncle come to see me directly? Is he afraid I’ll cling to him?”

Hearing this, Granny shot her a reproachful look.

Her usually cheerful face turned serious. “Xiao Meng, don’t overthink it. Your Little Uncle must have more important matters to attend to.”

“…” Su Meng nodded, thinking of the box. She leaned closer and asked, “Granny, do you think something happened to my grandpa? Otherwise, why hasn’t there been any news of him for so many years?”

Granny paused her movements and spoke deliberately, “He’ll be fine! Heaven watches over good people.”

Su Meng: “…”

She feared that good people often die young, while trouble lasts for a thousand years.

Clearly, Granny didn’t know much about her grandfather’s family affairs either.

That night, Su Meng first returned to her space to finish reading the books on planting, then applied what she had learned.

Fortunately, time in the space flowed ten times faster than outside.

By the time she had finished plowing the land with an aching back, sown the seeds, and examined Zhong Wanrou’s belongings, it was already 5 a.m. outside.

Su Meng decided to rest directly in the space.

In her drowsy state, she faintly heard knocking.

Half-asleep, she turned over and sank back into deep slumber.

The little black sphere seemed to hear the sounds from outside the space as well.

It anxiously circled in front of Su Meng’s bed, scratching the floor with its claws and producing faint, scattered noises.

Su Meng, utterly annoyed, rolled out of bed.

Glancing at her watch, she muttered, “It’s only 5:10. Who’s disturbing my dreams this early?”