Jin Shiwei didn’t say anything, but when he saw his young master’s wound in the wrist, there were two small blood holes. The blood kept flowing out in those holes which soaked his entire sleeve.

*

The road back to the Huangtou Village was not smooth. The constant shaking of the carriage woke up Bai Zhi. When Bai Zhi woke, she soon remembered the scene before she loses consciousness. Meng Nan, who slammed his body on her, blocked the tiger’s mouth.

Bai Zhi looked around the carriage, but only found the three bundles of purple vine leaves.

Where is Meng Nan?

Bai Zhi hastily crawled up and find Hu Feng, who was driving the carriage, then asked: “What about Meng Dage? How is he?”

Seeing her in panic, and called Meng Nan ‘big brother’. Hu Feng slightly wrinkled his eyebrows and said: “He was bitten in his wrist, Jin Shiwei sent him back to the town.”

“Is he badly hurt?” Bai Zhi looked very worried.

Hu Feng shook his head: “I don’t know, there was a lot of blood in his sleeve, but Meng Nan said it was only a skin injury.”

Bai Zhi was relieved when she heard it was only a skin injury. It seems like, at that crucial moment, Hu Feng and Jin Shiwei rushed to save them.

*

When their carriage returned to the village, it attracted many people’s attention. These people stopped working and stared with eyes full of envy.

Back home, Hu Changlin rushed outside with a smile and said: “You’re finally back. There were two people from the town came and said that they met you there yesterday.”

Bai Zhi was about to jump down the carriage when suddenly, she saw Hu Feng reached out his hand. So, she grabbed it and jumped out of the carriage with force.

At this time, two people came out of the house. The young man was Song Qingfeng, who she had seen on the town street yesterday. A middle-aged man was standing next to him. The two looked somewhat similar, they seemed to be like father and son.

“Song Dage, Song Bobo.” Bai Zhi smiled and greeted the two.

Song Qingfeng quickly introduced Bai Zhi to his father: “Die, this is Bai Zhi. Yesterday, she said she wanted to build a house.”

Song Gong quickly pulled a smile and busily walked towards Bai Zhi and Hu Feng: “It turns out you are Bai Zhi. I thought this boy, Qingfeng, was only deceiving me. I really didn’t expect this really.”

Zhao Lan also came out of the house with a smile and said: “Come inside and talk. I made some sweet tea. Drink it while talking.”

When everyone entered the house, Bai Zhi asked the father and son to sit down first, and then she went to the cabin house. She took out her drawing that she had drawn last night.

Song Gong has been working as a carpenter all his life. He had built a house almost in his entire life. So when he saw Bai Zhi’s drawing with marks and details, although he had never built such a house, and it was his first time to see one, he felt like he could build it.

“Bai Guniang, who painted this drawing?” Song Gong simply couldn’t divert his eyes to the drawing. As if he had seen a treasure.

Bai Zhi smiled and said: “I painted it myself, my painting skill is not good, I made you see a joke.”

Song Gong's eyes finally left the drawing, but he stared at Bai Zhi with a surprised looked in the face. The little girl in front of him seems like only 12 or 13 years old: “This painting is drawn by you?”

Bai Zhi nodded her head: “Yes, our lot is not big, so I measured it myself. If you follow this drawing, you will see how many bricks and wood you will need. I hope you can help with all the arrangement. Just tell me how much you will need all in all.”

Song Gong sighed: “Bai Guniang opened my eyes. I thought only craftsmen in the town could paint such a drawing. I really didn’t expect a little girl like you could also do the same.”

* Bobo – Uncle

* Die – Father

* Guniang – Young lady, Miss