However, Zihan, who slept in the past, was not stable at all.

In her dream, she came to the famous Baihua Garden in the city, that is, the park where Baicao Lake was located on the night of the seventh lunar month.

The hundred gardens in her dreams seemed to be the one she had been to, but they didn't.

Because, under her feet is the small square about 100 square meters on the inside of the Baihuayuan Gate, which should be paved with a bright artificial marble surface, but at this moment the ground under her feet is paved with bluestone slabs, and the area is obviously much smaller.

If she hadn't seen the conspicuous stele made of bluestone slabs on the opposite side, but with the three big characters of "Hundred Gardens" written on it, she wouldn't have felt that this was the Hundred Gardens she had visited.

The wooden three-bay cabin on the right side of the small square was gone, and an old-fashioned rack car was housed.

As far as the eye can see, the fields that were originally in full bloom were only a dozen meters away, but they were shrouded in a dream-like fog, and it was impossible to see whether the fields were still full of flowers.

She walked forward, but the farther in, the tighter her brow furrowed.

There is a natural semi-circular lake on the side of the garden, and it is called Baicao Lake because behind the lake is a hill called Baicao Mountain, which is a combination of two hills of different heights.

The park was originally called Baicao Lake Park, but it was later renamed Baihuayuan because it was developed into an expo garden for various flower exhibitions.

The fields on the outside of the lake extend from the lake to the outside in a large and small fan shape, and in addition to the roads for people to walk through, there are lawns about 50 centimeters wide on the left and right to support the colorful flowers in the fields.

However, at this moment, in addition to seeing the green lawn beside the road, the fields that were originally full of flowers were empty.

The soil seemed to have just been cultivated, and the red-black soil looked unusually fertile.

She happily shuttled all the way by, and finally stopped at the innermost side of the field near the lake, crouched down, and grabbed a handful of red and black soil.

When she saw the fields full of flowers in the hundred gardens, she was not attracted by the delicate flowers, but by the fertile soil in the fields.

At that time, she fantasized that if she had such a place where she could grow all kinds of medicinal herbs, and then build a few houses to live in at the foot of Baicao Mountain, then even if she was alone in this life, then she would have no regrets.

Empty land? Could it be that the park management sensed her voice and wanted to plant herbs here?

Zihan was inexplicably a little excited, and quickly rushed to the lake, along the long wooden plank bridge on the lake, and rushed to the bottom of Baicao Mountain on the opposite side.

A wooden house with two bays each standing side by side, next to the higher peak of Baicao Mountain, where she had conceived a house when she visited the garden.

On the wall outside the wooden house are hung hoes, sieves, baskets, etc.

Zihan pressed his hand on his chest, which was faintly uncomfortable because his heart was beating too fast, and walked into the first wooden house.

Inside the house, there is a row of Chinese medicine cabinets against the wall, and each small drawer has the name of the herb written on it.

Reaching out and opening the drawer with angelica written on it, what caught her eye was not the angelica she thought, but the seeds full of grains.

She was pleasantly surprised to open the drawers one by one, in addition to all kinds of seeds, there were also some herbs that needed rhizomes to propagate, and in the drawers were well-packed rhizomes.

Zihan in the dream bent the corners of her mouth and laughed unconsciously.