"Yes, Master is planting rice. Be good, baby, it will be finished soon."

As she spoke, she continued forward carrying the bag of seeds. However, when Rong Jiaojiao saw that she was not giving her any seeds, she used her divine sense to entwine around the bag in Qing Xuanzi's hand.

Qing Xuanzi immediately understood her intention and quickly called out, "Wait, baby, Master will get it for you."

As she spoke, she produced the rice that Rong Jiaojiao had taken out of her little secret realm during the New Year: "Here, baby, plant this, but plant a little less. Tomorrow, Master will teach you how to plant other things."

As she spoke, she sped up the use of her magic, seemingly oblivious to how Rong Jiaojiao's planting was going, her little face remaining tense and her expression very serious.

Qing Xuanzi didn't disturb her. He finished planting the rice in two hours and then took Rong Jiaojiao home.

Back home, Qing Xuanzi put Rong Jiaojiao on the ground and let her play by herself.

He took out the pharmacopoeia and looked it over. The season for collecting herbs was coming soon. After planting the corn, he would take Rong Jiaojiao to collect herbs.

"Father, baby, I'm hungry."

Rong Jiaojiao ran to Qing Xuanzi's side, patting her stomach and saying she was hungry.

Qing Xuanzi smiled and patted her head: "Okay, Master will cook for you."

He got up, went into the kitchen, took out some fresh vegetables and meat, and began preparing lunch.

After dinner, the little guy played for a while, then lay down on the blanket and fell asleep.

Seeing her sleeping with her bottom sticking up, Qing Xuanzi remembered her. After carrying her back to bed, he went to the courtyard, took out a long table, spread a sheet of white paper on it, and then took out a set of brushes and ink from his sleeve.

He slowly and methodically grinds the ink, dips his brush in the ink, and begins to sketch on the paper.

With just a few strokes, the adorable image of a little girl sleeping on a blanket with her bottom sticking out is vividly portrayed.

Looking at the lifelike portrait, Qing Xuanzi smiled with satisfaction and muttered to himself, "I wonder if she will feel ashamed when she sees this painting when she grows up?"

Putting the painting aside, I thought for a moment and decided to draw all the embarrassing, cute, and memorable moments of Rong Jiaojiao from childhood to adulthood.

He started by drawing the first time he met Rong Jiaojiao. Soon, when they first met, he reached out to hug Rong Jiaojiao, and Rong Jiaojiao also reached out to him, and the picture came to life on the paper.

And when she went into the mountains, she would summon leaves and flowers to dance around her.

The scene where she summoned a poisonous snake and Qing Xuanzi was terrified was also depicted.

When Rong Jiaojiao woke up, he had already painted four pictures, which were laid out to dry.

"Father, baby, wake up." Rong Jiaojiao's voice came from inside the room.

Qing Xuanzi put down his pen and picked it up. Rong Jiaojiao had not fully recovered and was lying softly on Qing Xuanzi's shoulder.

Qing Xuanzi was quite pleased to be relied upon and befriended by his little disciple, and gently patted his back.

When Rong Jiaojiao regained her senses and struggled to get down, she noticed something extra in the yard.

He casually stretched out his hand in that direction: "Father Xi, look!"

Qing Xuanzi picked her up and showed her what was on the table.

Rong Jiaojiao saw that they were all portraits of herself and her master, and happily pointed at them, saying, "Bao, Xifu, Bao!"

Qing Xuanzi patted her head: "Yes, it's Jiaojiao baby and Master. Master will tell you more about it later."

"Painting, treasure!"

"Okay, draw Jiaojiao baby!"

"Father Xi, treasure!"

"Good, good, good, Huaxi's precious treasure."

In the quiet valley, a heartwarming scene filled the desolate emptiness of the uninhabited mountains.

The next day, Qing Xuanzi took Rong Jiaojiao to plant corn in the morning. Just like yesterday, he first demonstrated in the field and then gave the seeds to Rong Jiaojiao so that she could also plant them in her own magical artifact.

(I remember back in my hometown we planted corn first and then rice, so please be gentle if I'm wrong.)

In the afternoon, Rong Jiaojiao took a nap, and Qing Xuanzi had some free time, so he continued to paint in the yard.

Today he drew Rong Jiaojiao's first steps, her adorable first attempts at speaking, and her serious expression when she planted rice for the first time.

Each painting records every little detail of Rong Jiaojiao's growth.

Qing Xuanzi carefully placed the paintings aside to dry.

These scenes are not only Rong Jiaojiao's childhood memories, but also precious memories between her and her teacher.

Over the next two days, Qing Xuanzi helped Rong Jiaojiao plant all the vegetable seeds, and gave her a portion of each type of seed.

He divided his land into plots, and Rong Jiaojiao's little secret land was also divided into plots by her. But strangely, no matter where her vegetable garden was or where else it was, there were always some weeds that she couldn't pull out.

This includes the ginseng and other things she brought in from outside, while the vegetable seedlings she pulled up are piled up in a corner of the secret realm, still looking the same as when they were first pulled up.

After planting the land, Qing Xuanzi decided to take Rong Jiaojiao to find medicinal herbs, teach her to recognize them, and collect some useful herbs along the way.

"Father Xi, let's go out and play?"

As soon as Rong Jiaojiao was held in front of Qing Xuanzi, she knew she could go out to play again, and she couldn't wait to peek out.

Qing Xuanzi smiled and nodded: "Yes, let's go to the mountains to play and gather herbs."

Rong Jiaojiao nodded seriously: "Father Xi, Bao, Yao Yao!"

Qing Xuanzi smiled and patted her head: "Okay, baby, go gather herbs."

They walked along the valley path into the forest. Qing Xuanzi would point to the medicinal herbs by the roadside from time to time, and regardless of whether he had taught Rong Jiaojiao before, he would carefully teach her to recognize them.

"This is astragalus, which can replenish qi and strengthen the exterior; this is angelica, which can replenish blood and regulate menstruation; this is ginseng, which can greatly replenish vital energy."

Qing Xuanzi patiently explained, detailing the effects and uses of each medicinal herb.

Although Rong Jiaojiao is still young, she listens very attentively when her master explains things, nodding from time to time, though it's unclear whether she understands or not.

"Father Xi, medicine."

Rong Jiaojiao pointed to a plant growing next to the tree roots and shouted.

Qing Xuanzi praised, "Baby, you're so smart! Your master taught you this a long time ago, and you've remembered it all. You're amazing!" After praising her, he explained it to Rong Jiaojiao again: "This is Andrographis paniculata, which has the effects of clearing heat and detoxifying, cooling blood and reducing swelling."

Rong Jiaojiao might not understand other things, but the baby is smart. She hears words like "great" several times a day and definitely knows that they are praising her. She happily waves her little hands and responds with cooing.

And so, they continued their search and play. That night, Qing Xuanzi didn't take Rong Jiaojiao home, but instead found a place on the mountain to pitch a tent and camp.

The next day they continued, and at noon they came to a valley with tall, dense trees on both sides.

As soon as they entered the valley, Qing Xuanzi discovered a ginseng plant. Just as he was wondering why Rong Jiaojiao hadn't sensed the ginseng, the little guy started to get restless.

"Father Xi, no, no, go!"

Rong Jiaojiao suddenly struggled violently, her little face scrunched up, her eyes filled with terror.

Qing Xuanzi immediately noticed her unusual behavior, quickly pulled her into a tight embrace, and comforted her, "What's wrong, Jiaojiao? Is something wrong?"