The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2887: A Bountiful Harvest (Part 3)

Yang Ruxin couldn’t bear to scold the two girls, let alone Gu Qingheng, even she couldn’t resist the two girls’ coquettishness.

The little girls were missing, and the ship was in chaos again.

No matter how busily the people on the ship searched, they couldn’t find any trace of those three people, as if their previous appearance was just a dream.

The Saint Lord finally flew into a rage.

This time, his own spacious room suffered, and even his previously favorite tea set was instantly reduced to rubble.

"This man has body odor," Lun Dou pointed outside at the furious Saint Lord.

"Mom, why is this person targeting us?" Huang Dou curiously asked Yang Ruxin.

"This..." Yang Ruxin hesitated, how was she supposed to tell them?

"Mom, tell us," Lun Dou also leaned over, "We’re not busy right now anyway."

"Alright then." Yang Ruxin nodded and picked some exciting bits from the past events of the Flame Sect and Sun Cult, recounting them like a story.

The two Dou listened with great interest, occasionally expressing sighs or agreeing.

"So this person is the main culprit," Lun Dou smacked her lips when Yang Ruxin finished, "Mom, we shouldn’t let him off easily."

"Yeah, mom, we can’t let such a baddie get away," Huang Dou agreed, nodding.

"Indeed, we can’t let him off," Yang Ruxin patted each daughter’s head, "However, that’s not something you two need to worry about."

The two Dou didn’t pursue the matter further.

The mother and daughters had each other’s company, so they weren’t in a hurry over the next few days. They even felt a bit leisurely, eating, drinking, chatting, and laughing, until finally, the big ship stopped.

In just five days, there’s no way it could have reached the Wa Country.

Upon hearing the voices outside, they realized they had arrived at Quanzhou Port.

Yang Ruxin was pleased instead. Quanzhou, though she hadn’t been here, was a place where they had people. Coming here, they really had to thank the Saint Lord.

The Saint Lord had already disembarked, taking a few men in black with him.

Many men in black had died previously, so now there were no more than five men in black on the ship.

"Let’s get off too," Yang Ruxin led the two Dou out of the space.

"Mom, are we just leaving like this?" Lun Dou looked at Yang Ruxin, her big eyes gleamed with cunning.

"Then what do you want to do?" Yang Ruxin frowned.

"There’s quite a bit of grain on this ship, there must be valuable stuff too," Huang Dou further explained, "How can we let that Wa melon have it easy?"

"Makes sense," Yang Ruxin nodded, "Let’s go."

So, the mother and daughters poisoned the remaining men in black on the ship, and then leisurely ransacked the entire vessel. They really did find a lot: forty bags of grain, a dozen boxes of vegetables, and two chests of jewelry and antiques, plus tens of thousands of taels of silver notes in the Saint Lord’s room.

The haul was quite substantial.

Once they were off the ship and standing on the shore, Lun Dou pulled Yang Ruxin aside, "Mom, can you put the ship into the space?"

"Huh?" Yang Ruxin was momentarily stunned.

"Your space can store things infinitely; the ship should fit too, right?" Huang Dou smacked her lips, "Mom, give it a try."

Yang Ruxin scratched her head; she had never thought about fitting such a big item in before. But since her daughters suggested it might work, she gave it a try. With a wave of her hand, even she was taken aback that she actually managed to store such a large ship into her space.