Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Chapter 417 Heading South at breakneck speed, destination: Hong Kong Island

Wang Feng gave Qin Jingru and Lou Xiao'e a few words of advice, and amidst their reluctant gazes, he resolutely left courtyard number 28.

I rode my bicycle towards the city gate. It was not yet five o'clock. As long as I got out of the city before dark, I wouldn't be questioned. I had plenty of time.

As Wang Feng rode his bicycle, he considered the best route from Beijing to Hong Kong Island.

He had already calculated it in his mind once before, and to avoid making a mistake, he mentally reviewed it again.

The city of Sijiu is about 3,000 kilometers away from Hong Kong Island. If you were driving, at the speed of cars in this era, it would take at least a week. If you were walking, it would take three to four months.

However, his maximum running speed reached 180 mph, and his full speed reached 160 mph. If he were only traveling at night, it would take him about 17 to 18 hours to get there.

In other words, it takes two nights to reach Hong Kong Island, which is an acceptable timeframe.

Starting from Beijing, the route passes through five provinces: Hebei, Henan, Hubei, Hunan, and Guangdong, covering a straight-line distance of 2600 kilometers, with no shortcuts.

With that in mind, he stopped worrying about which route to take and just ran along the route he had planned in advance.

It took Wang Feng about twenty minutes to ride his bicycle to the city gate. It was still dark when he arrived. He walked out of the city without being questioned.

Once outside the city, Wang Feng rode his bicycle south.

Arriving a few miles outside the city, under a secluded tree, Wang Feng, seeing that no one was around, put his bicycle into his spatial storage and then entered the space himself.

Instead of riding a bicycle at such a snail's pace, it's better to wait until it gets dark and then go full speed ahead, as long as you don't waste the time before dark.

He dared not run at full speed in broad daylight; if someone saw him, they might think it was an alien invasion.

Upon arriving at the space, Wang Feng sensed the entire space with his mind. When he saw that the ginseng field he had planted earlier had sprouted seeds again, he smiled slightly and planted all of them.

There aren't many seeds; each ginseng plant produces about three seeds, and at most four, but that's enough to plant three acres of land.

This is the second time ginseng seeds have grown since he planted them.

The ginseng field that he took special care of was often irrigated with diluted "life-giving water," and now the ginseng is about ten years old.

He now has 68 mu of ginseng plantations. Once the remaining 59 mu have sprouted seeds, his ginseng plantation will reach more than 200 mu.

Looking at the breeding area, there are currently more than a thousand wild boars and more than a hundred domestic pigs.

The cattle breed relatively slowly; there are only eight cattle at present, and only about twenty sheep.

As for chickens, ducks, geese, pheasants, and rabbits, their numbers are unknown, but there are probably several thousand of them.

Especially wild rabbits, there are at least 10,000 of them. And that's only because wild rabbits have always been food for tigers. Otherwise, there would be more than 50,000 of them.

There are now ten tigers in the space. The first four cubs weigh over 100 jin (50 kg), while the last four cubs weigh only 50 jin (25 kg).

Not long after the tigress gave birth to her cubs, and after the cubs were weaned, he put the male and female tigresses together to allow them to continue mating. To Wang Feng's disappointment, even after so much time had passed, the tigress still hadn't conceived.

The fifty-mu fishpond has yielded a large quantity of fish recently, all of which are piled up in the space warehouse, estimated to be no less than 50,000 jin.

As for ordinary rice and ordinary wheat flour, they have long been piled up like mountains. The rice is roughly estimated to be no less than 200,000 jin, and the wheat flour is at least 100,000 jin.

The ordinary vegetables they grow are more than they can eat themselves; he usually uses the surplus to feed pigs and chickens.

As for fruit, he only brought some fruit that could be obtained in Beijing for Qin Jingru and the others to eat. He never brought out any out-of-season fruit or fruit that was rarely seen in Beijing for them to eat.

His space warehouse now stores a lot of various kinds of fruit, some in greater quantities than others.

Over this period of time, he has been watering the tea leaves with diluted "life-giving water" every now and then, and has accumulated more than 40 jin of roasted tea leaves.

Upon arriving at the living area of ​​the space, Wang Feng boiled a kettle of water and began to make tea.

After drinking two pots of tea and smoking four cigarettes in the space, Wang Feng felt that the time was about right and left.

When we went outside, it was indeed completely dark.

Wang Feng found his direction and sprinted towards the man at a speed of 160 miles per hour.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh."

Wang Feng sprinted at full speed, the trees in the road rushing past him, and a buzzing sound filled his ears.

Just like when he went to Baoding, he used his spiritual sense to explore the area ahead while running forward at full speed.

In the dark, his night vision is limited to a range of 30 meters; beyond that, he can't see clearly. However, his spiritual sense can reach 60 meters.

At his speed, having only thirty meters as a buffer period is still a bit risky. If there's a big rock or a river ahead and he can't stop in time, he'll plunge headfirst into it, which would be troublesome.

After running for about an hour, Wang Feng arrived in Baoding again, but this time he did not enter the city. Instead, he headed south.

After running for more than four hours, Wang Feng arrived in Anyang City, Henan Province.

After running non-stop for more than five hours, Wang Feng was also exhausted; he was both hungry and tired.

Arriving at a secluded spot, Wang Feng entered his spatial dimension, retrieved food from the storage compartment, and began to eat.

He couldn't hold on without eating something, and with his spiritual sense constantly probing, he felt quite mentally exhausted.

After eating two large bowls of rice and a pound of braised pork, Wang Feng's hunger was gone, but his mental fatigue had not lessened.

Wang Feng couldn't bear to sleep now; if he did, he wouldn't be able to travel during the day.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Feng raised his hand and took out a pound of Water of Life from his spatial storage, then gulped it down.

The water of life stored in the warehouse now is all third-generation water of life, one pound of which is equivalent to 25 pounds of first-generation water.

Currently, his spatial storage has contained over fifty kilograms of third-generation life-giving water.

After drinking a pound of the "Water of Life," Wang Feng clearly felt that his mental fatigue had completely disappeared, replaced by a feeling of being full of energy.