Zhuchen jotted down another item in a small book as one of the focuses of this year's development work.

After inspecting the farmland, it’s time to stop by and take a look at the nearby fish pond.

The flowers and plants beside the fish pond are indeed still alive.

Feng Changyin specially opened several small irregular flower beds in a distant place and planted some landscape plants he bought himself. At this time, some of them had already bloomed. The fine red, yellow and yellow flowers were covered with flowers.

Among the crisp green leaves, it is as beautiful as the stars surrounded by it.

When Zhuchen was here, he would take the time to come over every day to use [Metabolized Wood] to help purify the water and soil. He wanted to experiment with the effect of the skill. During the ten or so days he was gone, the process was interrupted. They did not die, but the leaves were not as energetic as before.

That's all.

Seeing her squatting on the ground and observing intently, the junior brother first explained: "Although they have only grown a little bit, I have taken good care of them. I have also asked all the channel friends about the key points of caring for flowers and plants. No."

Something went wrong.”

Zhuchen raised his head and said with a smile: "It's well taken care of. It seems that you really put your heart into it."

The younger junior brother smiled brightly when he received the compliment, patted his chest and boasted to her.

It was okay to meet Zhuchen. I was about to leave when I caught a glimpse of an uneven piece of land in front of me. I always felt that something was missing. I recalled it and asked, "I remember there was also a small flower bed there, right? Why is it gone? Is it all there?"

Is the seed dead?"

"I didn't plant it to death!" Junior Brother got angry when he mentioned this and said angrily, "It was Ah Tu who bit it!"

Atu stood tall and straight, looking into the distance with youthful melancholy in his eyes.

Zhuchen didn't explain: "Atu still likes to eat this kind of flower?" Isn't this chicken's mouth very picky?

The younger brother didn't show any respect at all. He pointed at Atu in the distance and said sarcastically: "It's not eating, it's stinky and likes people to pin flowers to its body!"

Atu yelled angrily, and came out with a series of venting words that even Zhuchen could not understand. The little junior brother's beloved flower was destroyed, and he was already resentful, so he kept screaming with it.

This cross-racial insult almost made Zhuchen scream repeatedly. She pressed her forehead and said, "Stop arguing! What's the point of arguing with a chicken that loves beauty?"

The junior brother said in frustration: "It's impossible to reason with it! It thinks it's ugly, so why does it want to bloom my flowers? Can the flowers still grow on its feathers? They're all dead now!"

When Ah Tu was physically attacked, he opened his beak wide and was about to cry.

Zhuchen hurriedly comforted and said: "What's so ugly? Ah Tu, do you know? Water is black among the five elements. It is located in the north and represents infiltration. The body of the few clouds is cloud. What is a cloud? It is made of water.

So Liao Lioyun is actually very close to black, she will definitely like black!"

Atu suddenly stopped in anger and looked at Zhuchen suspiciously.

Zhuchen nodded and was about to calm it down. Feng Changyin, the boy, was afraid that the world would be in chaos and added: "But the few clouds are white! The color is completely opposite to yours!"

So one person and one chicken started an even more crazy argument with each other holding their necks.

This time Atu's roaring sentences were heard clearly each morning, and he was struggling to clarify: "The few clouds are red! They are red!!"

I have nothing to say in the morning.

In fact, a black color as pure and rich as Atu's is really good-looking, with a special sense of nobility. But with Atu's stinky personality, he might like the colorful and gorgeous one.

Zhuchen ignored the two of them and ran away directly above Yujian. Feng Changyin saw this and hurried to follow. Atu chased for a while and was slowly left behind, so he had to stop and watch the two friends leave.

Zhuchen made a circle over the border without lowering his sword.

The orthodox printing factory was finally completed. The two large factories were connected by a spacious straw shed passage. A waterproof platform was built below, and a drainage ditch snaked along the side.

Although Liao Yun can control the weather, and it rarely rains near the Demon Realm, they still need to prepare the necessary equipment to avoid being too busy in the event of an accident.

Mo Xiu told her some time ago that they are currently planning to expand the scope of their factory. In addition to making typefaces, they can also make other things. For example, blacksmithing, pottery, or other products.

Zhuchen supported them and gave them the entire open space to arrange, let them think about it carefully, and gave them some suggestions along the way to let them play freely.

Several demon cultivators who were walking outside looked up and saw her and waved to her. Zhuchen responded with a smile and turned back to the city.

Shops and stalls have been opened in the city recently. In addition to the commercial buildings, the commercial streets have finally become more presentable.

Snack bars, tailor shops, fruit and vegetable shops, mobile stalls, everything is available.

A group of children stopped in front of a wood carving stall jokingly, raising their hands and shouting: "I want it too! I want a little rabbit like Dongdong! Thank you, grandpa!"

Listening to those immature children's voices every morning, I couldn't help but stop and watch.

A variety of lifelike wood carvings were displayed on the small stall. Looking at the color and texture of the wood, Zhuchen knew that most of them were scraps left over from the craftsmen.

Depending on the size of these scraps, some were carved into small wooden toys, some into figures, and some into hanging ornaments.

Such exquisite craftsmanship, even Zhuchen couldn't help but pick one up to play with.

Feng Changyin was also attracted, and quietly squatted on the ground to pick and choose.

He fell in love with several items at a glance and couldn't put them down, but he didn't say he wanted to buy them. He just wrote them down and sent others to buy them when he thought of them.

The old man raised his head, recognized the two of them, raised his eyebrows and smiled, showing his gapped teeth.

He was a little out of shape, the veins on the back of his hands protruded ferociously, and the thick black calluses on his fingertips clearly showed that he was a hard-working craftsman.

But his hand holding the knife was extremely strong and steady. When he spoke to her, he didn't look at the wooden block in his hand, and he still accurately grasped the position and force of the knife.

Zhuchen watched the sawdust flying around, and after a while, a lifelike rabbit took shape. He exclaimed: "What a powerful knife skill."

The old man lowered his eyebrows and said, "The master is joking. I'm just trying to make ends meet. I'd like to thank you for the knife that was sent to me for easy use."

He was a refugee who had fled the disaster, and the tools he had were long gone. The new set of equipment Chaowen prepared for him were all of good quality, and he himself was definitely reluctant to buy them, but the monk happily said they would give them to him.

The old man said: "Please wait a moment and I will make something for you."

Zhuchen happily agreed: "Okay." Then he led his junior brother to the stall next door, ordered a bowl of sugar water and sat down to wait slowly.

The old man finished the work quickly, wrapped the carved rabbit with thread, and handed it to the child in front of him for only a few copper coins.

When Zhuchen saw it, he thought that the price was too reasonable. It was purely handmade and was time-consuming and labor-intensive. If the business was not good, wouldn't the uncle still be unable to make a living?

The uncle over there had already bent down and picked up a big thing from the box behind him. When Zhuchen took a closer look, he thought it looked like a dressing cabinet.

He carefully placed the wooden cabinet on the flower cloth, and took out a wooden ball with a diameter of forty centimeters from another box.

The wooden ball was hollow, with an extremely thin outer wall that could transmit sunlight, and many complex patterns were hollowed out. Looking from the morning position, I could see bamboo, figures, and rocks. The scenery was somewhat familiar.

This was actually a hollow lampshade! If she guessed correctly, it was a carved lamp with the theme of Chaowen.

What ingenious craftsmanship?

Feng Changyin immediately exhaled and ran to the front of the stall, not daring to touch the lamp. Feeling that it was too powerful, he pulled her sleeves and shouted randomly: "Senior sister! Senior sister!"

Zhuchen withdrew his hand, no more calm than him: "I saw it."

"Wow!" Feng Changyin was amazed, unable to calm down.

The old man took the initiative to open the cabinet next to him and pulled out a few drawers.

It is full of all kinds of strange wooden ornaments, as well as miniature sword models.

Feng Changyin hadn't even taken a breath yet. When he saw what was inside, the air in his lungs was almost exhaled all at once.

"Wow--!"

He is essentially just a playful teenager in his teens. He can't move forward when seeing novel things, and he simply cannot refuse such temptations.

The old man smiled a little shyly, even a little timidly, and looked dazed because he was not good at words. He pushed the thing in front of Zhuchen and kept urging her to look at it.

"I wonder if you like these gadgets."

Zhuchen laughed and said, "I just like these gadgets! Thank you, uncle."

"Wherever you like it, that's fine."

After delivering the things, he stopped talking, sat back down, touched a piece of wood on the table, and started carving quickly.

Feng Changyin was so envious that he was about to shed tears. He looked at Zhuchen with watery eyes filled with pleading.

Zhuchen took out two spiritual stones and placed them on the table.

The old man raised his head and looked anxious to speak. Zhuchen said first: "Go to see Zhang Shiwen tomorrow. I happen to have a window carving job that I want to trouble you with. This is wages that everyone has, and you can't just accept it."

If you don't feel at ease with Shi Lai around, just deposit it in a bank. Do you know where the bank is?"

The old man nodded, hesitated for a moment, put the things away, and kept thanking her.

"I like this lamp very much, and my junior brother also likes it. This is your wish. I can't give it to him. Please carve another one for him." Zhuchen compared the numbers and said, "You will take on such a job in the future.

You have to pay at least this number, otherwise other carpenters really can’t survive with your craftsmanship and such a price. You can’t say no, if you don’t want it, I won’t want it either.”

Zhuchen made a gesture, and Feng Changyin immediately took out a few spiritual stones, placed them on the table, and bought a few items he had just spotted.

Before the old man could say a word, the two of them had already walked away with their things in their arms.

"That's great." Junior Brother said with satisfaction, "I almost want to be the leader, Senior Sister."

Zhuchen said: "When you grow up, I can make you the deputy head."

Feng Changyin was flattered: "It's not the two senior brothers, nor Zhang Shiwen, nor Shi Hongci, do you want to give up the position of deputy head to me?"

It's true that none of these four people have any interest in the position of deputy leader.

Zhuchen nodded sincerely and said lovingly: "Who made you my little junior brother?"

The long chant of the wind moved me deeply.
To be continued...