Urban: I Got a Space-Time Mailbox and I Can Write to My Past Self

Chapter 27 Cao Xueqin’s Ginkgo Grove

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After work, Lin Xian came to the bank’s ATM.

Insert the card given by Dai Shuangcheng.

Enter the password on the sticker.

Enter the query interface.

Lin Xian clicks “Check balance”.

After a squeak, a long string of zeros appeared on the screen.

“One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million…”

hiss–

A total of 20 million yuan!

Dai Shuangcheng’s thank you gift is really magnificent.

After all, he saved his precious daughter, and this little money is not a big deal to him.

In addition, Dai Shuangcheng also donated 10 million yuan to establish a foundation in the name of Lin Xian and introduced himself to Song Lao.

“This person is quite righteous.”

Lin Xian transferred all the money to his bank card.

Ding!

The sound of SMS arrival.

In addition, a bonus of 100,000 yuan was given to the courage of righteousness.

Now there are 21.45 million yuan in deposits in Lin Xian’s bank card.

“20 million. How many years will I have to earn before this is changed…”

But for Lin Xian now.

This is just the beginning.

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After getting up the next day, Lin Xian carried the travel bag on his back, took the necessary items, and took a taxi to the airport.

Thinking about it, Lin Xian also stuffed the red space-time mailbox into his backpack, just in case.

The air tickets have been booked in advance.

You can change your boarding pass by swiping your ID card.

The plane was very fast and arrived at the imperial capital in 3 hours.

Lin Xian, with little expectation in his heart, took a special car and directly sent himself to Shijingshan.

“Young man, are you right? Shi Jingshan is far away from here!”

After Lin Xian got on the bus, the private car driver kindly reminded Lin Xian:

“According to the special car bill, you have to spend more than 1,000 fares! How about I cancel the order for you, and you go on the subway?”

Lin Xian smiled slightly:

“It doesn’t matter, please drive, master, I’m in a hurry.”

Now that I am a multi-millionaire, I don’t care about this little money.

He couldn’t wait to verify it and see if Cao Xueqin had complied with his agreement.

Two hours later, the special car arrived at Shuangquan Temple in Shijingshan Scenic Area.

If you take the subway, take the bus interchange, and then take the tourist bus, it will take 5 hours to get here.

For Lin Xian, time is money.

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There are not many people in Shuangquan Temple.

It’s not every New Year’s Day on such a hot day, and few people come to this remote place.

Lin Xian went to the temple, bought two sticks of incense from the host, and went to the temple.

“Mr. Host, ask, is there such a ginkgo tree that has been around for hundreds of years?”

The host helped Lin Xian knock on the bronze bell, smiled and replied:

“Donor, if you look at the old tree, you are in the wrong place.”

“To see the old trees, you have to go north. There are thousands of old trees in the Old Summer Palace and the Forbidden City.”

Lin Xian waved his hand:

“Host, you misunderstood. I only love ginkgo trees. I heard people say that there is an old ginkgo nearby, so I want to take some pictures.”

The host pointed out a direction to Lin Xian:

“If you want to see ginkgo, go southeast, where there is a wild ginkgo forest.”

Lin Xian thanked him and walked southeast along the direction.

In the letter to Cao Xueqin, Lin Xian said very clearly:

[If you wish, please write the content of the next 40 novels in rice paper, wrap it in oil paper, and hide it somewhere and plant a ginkgo tree. In 300 years, I will dig it out and publish your great work to the world! 】

Therefore, if you want to find the place where Cao Xueqin buried the book, you must first find the ginkgo tree.

“The 300-year-old ginkgo tree…should be easy to find, right?”

According to Lin Xian’s understanding.

Ginkgo tree of 300 years.

No matter how rough it is.

When I wrote a letter, I chose the ginkgo tree because the ginkgo tree has a very long lifespan.

Moreover, centuries-old ginkgo trees are very common, and they are not protected as “old trees”.

Walked for about half an hour.

Lin Xian finally came to a golden ginkgo forest! !

“I’m going… how many ginkgo did Cao Xueqin plant!!”

Lin Xian was shocked!

As far as I can see, they are all ginkgo trees rising into the sky!

The golden leaves not only covered the earth, but also dyed the sky.

Such a scene is beautiful, as if strayed into heaven.

And the trunks of these ginkgo trees are very thick, and the trees are more than 200 years old.

Lin Xian couldn’t laugh or cry:

“Cao Xueqin, Cao Xueqin… Are you afraid that I can’t find it, that’s why you planted so many ginkgo trees?”

“Well, it’s a good thing to keep trees in the forest…”

“But! You plant so many trees! How can I tell which one has a book buried underneath!”

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[Thank you* brother for always being a monthly ticket from your* brother! Thank you for your support! 】

[Thank you Qiran for the monthly pass sent by the boss! Thank you for your support! 】*