Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 661 - 658: Completion of the Advanced Studies Progra

The passage of ti is relentless, the rural days long; in the blink of an eye, it’s a new day again.

Lin Wanwan tore a new page off her return journey calendar.

With less than a month until September, the countdown has begun for her departure from Chang’an, yet Lin Wanwan is reluctant.

Ever since she and the Cui family’s Evening Breeze Tavern made a na for themselves in Chang’an City, the wine she personally brewed has beco the Jade Fairy Brew, furiously pursued by many of the Great Tang’s civil servants and military generals who love their drink.

To avoid trouble initially, Lin Wanwan chose not to enter Chang’an City, steering clear of social dealings.

Gradually, she noticed that more and more people were fishing by the river next to the estate, each with quite the background!

In just one month, three prominent figures appeared! The well-acquainted Ouyang Xun, the poised Chu Suiliang, and the ever-busy Du Ruhui!

They were clearly not fishing for fish, but for people!

This kind of matter is a willing participant’s ga.

Lin Wanwan, too, couldn’t resist; when she saw the bait they tossed, she just had to bite.

A walking big shot, a walking ancient painting, trading for Maotai, Wuliangye, Jian Nanchun, Moet, or Romanée-Conti. If feeling a bit unscrupulous, even Erguotou would do!

Who could bla the Great Tang’s wine-loving bigwigs for their lack of knowledge about spirits!

Ah, such privately customized calligraphic treasures, trades that please everyone; who could resist!

Lin Wanwan is certain that anyone from the modern era, every single one, would be unable to resist.

What a pity, what a pity, why didn’t she travel back to the era when Li Bai road the world, then she’d surely surpass Wang Lun with her fine wine and beco Li Taibai’s number one sister!

This little life, truly delightful!

If she had known back then, when the fa of her wine just blew up, she wouldn’t have let it be known that she could only brew five jars a month, missing out on "stamp collecting"!

Now, handwriting like little chubby Li Tai’s no longer appeals to Lin Wanwan!

It has to be his father’s calligraphic treasures instead.

Pity that Li Shimin is so stingy, clearly a calligraphy enthusiast with flying-white style that beca famous through the ages.

But Lin Wanwan offered up four jars of fine brew in two months, and he hasn’t rewarded her with a single calligraphic treasure, so stingy!

Even though the legend of exchanging calligraphic treasures for fine brew has spread through the world of Chang’an, surely this well-inford emperor has received secret reports from his spies.

Yet there’s been no action. Lin Wanwan really wants to shout, is it that hard to bestow a calligraphic treasure upon ?

If Pei Xingjian hadn’t co to thank her and, upon leaving, paused in her field and gave her a profoundly mysterious smile, Lin Wanwan could’ve been bolder!

But for now, never mind, never mind, let it be. However many "stamps" she can collect is fate, no use in forcing.

Forcing it might leave traces, a loss outweighing the gain, that would be terrible.

Because the ntal life in the Great Tang this month has been so rich, after all, encountering big shots isn’t just about simple wine-for-treasure trades; handling them alone requires Lin Wanwan to be on twelve tis her usual alert.

So every ti she returns to the modern era, she inevitably appears sowhat deflated after the excitent.

If not for needing to study with her ntor on the modern side, perhaps she wouldn’t return to modernity at all, peacefully enjoying the last segnt of her ti in Chang’an first.

As Lin Wanwan’s freshly minted boyfriend, Lu Shouyue has nearly discerned the pace of her ti travel, yet hasn’t managed to get any closer.

What can he do? His girlfriend is too busy and oblivious!

It’s so hard for him!

Luckily, he also has plenty of work, often needing to be an airborne wayfarer. This ti, for the sumr auction, he’s been away from the Ancient City for eight days.

Today is the last day of the short-term traditional Chinese dicine training class Lin Wanwan enrolled in at Ancient Capital University. The traditional Chinese dicine practitioners dispersed across major hospitals for ntorship are all returning to the classroom, waiting to receive their completion certificates.

After leaving here, everyone will once again go their separate ways, many might never have the chance to et again.

Although the temporary class president created a Chinese dicine exchange group for everyone, considering the indifference of modern people, there may not be many opportunities to interact in the future.

After all, the students in this class have a wide age range, from younger ones like Lin Wanwan in their twenties, to those over forty.

Every three years amounts to a generation gap, how many generational chasms are there among the students!

In the three months they studied together, Lin Wanwan didn’t speak a word to many people.

Later, everyone was arranged into groups for ntorship and prescription copying, and those not in the sa group had even less chance to converse.

In the case of Lin Wanwan, handpicked by a traditional Chinese dicine master, Liang, to be taken in as a disciple—taught individually—that was one of a kind, setting a barrier with others, causing quite a bit of envy and jealousy.

Lin Wanwan, by chance, found herself becoming the luckiest in this traditional Chinese dicine training class.

To avoid stirring emotions, she didn’t interact much with others.

Initially, everyone looked down on her young age and the fact that she hadn’t obtained her practicing certificate yet. Now, with everyone about to part ways, whether anyone regrets not forging good relations early on remains unknown.

In any case, after the class break, quite a few wanted to secretly add Lin Wanwan on WeChat.

Lin Wanwan’s settings don’t allow adding friends through groups, but if soone chooses to add her privately, she usually doesn’t refuse.

They’re all in the Chinese dicine field, even if their skills vary, at least they’re peers, and exchanging experiences can’t hurt.

Carrying a backpack, wearing a white dress and flat white sneakers, Lin Wanwan walked out of the Chinese dicine classroom, navigating the campus looking just like a student still attending school.

"Hi, classmate, what year are you in, which departnt? Can I add you on WeChat?"

As she was walking, a big boy playing basketball ran up, asking Lin Wanwan for her WeChat.

Lin Wanwan looked up at him, completely unacquainted, thus shook her head and said, "I’m not a student, I’m here visiting the Ancient City."

"Oh, then are you visiting our school today? I can be your free tour guide. We have a historic building from the Great Tang period on our campus, do you want to check it out?"

Before Lin Wanwan could reply, a deep, magnetic voice already sounded from behind: "Thank you, but it’s not necessary. Do you have business with my girlfriend?"

The speaker placed a hand on Lin Wanwan’s shoulder, a gesture declaring ownership.

Lin Wanwan turned her head at the sound, and sure enough, it was Lu Shouyue.

She smiled slightly, "How did you know I was here?"

Seeing the two so close, the boy shrugged slightly, "Sorry for the interruption."

Then he held his basketball and ran off.

Only then did Lu Shouyue answer Lin Wanwan’s question: "Girlfriend didn’t respond to WeChat, so I had to guess."

The tone was so plaintive!

Lin Wanwan laughed, "I tucked my phone in my bag, didn’t notice! When did you co back to the Ancient City? You were away for three or four days this ti, must’ve been busy?"

Lu Shouyue pulled Lin Wanwan into his arms, holding her waist, gritting his teeth, "My dear Wanwan, I was gone for eight days!"

People passing by cast observant glances at the extrely eye-catching couple, Lin Wanwan hurriedly pushed him, "This is campus, what are you doing, you’re a teacher!"

Lu Shouyue really wanted to embrace Lin Wanwan and kiss her right there, to make sure she rembers him well, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. His hesitance frustrated him.