A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...
After circling around a few times, Loran Hill found a place on the hillside with pine trees and landed there. There were no monsters around this place, so it was safer and he would not be disturbed.
The land in the forest is covered with layers of light yellow and withered leaves. There are not many shrubs, and you can see quite a few pine nuts scattered on the leaves.
The girl's boots touched a stone, and her pure white skirt slowly fell. A gentle breeze stirred a few fallen leaves near her feet. She gently waved her wooden staff, drawing a circular arc in the air. The air swirled, picking up layers of fallen leaves, pine nuts, and a few dead branches, revealing the black earth beneath.
After clearing a circular open space around the area, Loranhill took out a larger tent from his ring and placed it on the ground.
First, lay a waterproof mat on the ground, then put the tent on the mat, then set up the frame, tie the tent, and fix the surrounding corners with nails. After slightly adjusting the details, the tent is set up.
He picked up some dead branches from the surrounding area, piled them together, and started a small bonfire. Loranhill sat on a stone beside the fire and took out some green fruits to roast by the bonfire.
The girl took a branch and gently poked the burning firewood. With the occasional popping of pine nuts and sparks, a faint scent of firewood and pine drifted in the air.
After a while, the girl in the white dress peeled off the steaming hot peel and ate the sweet and sour flesh in small bites. Occasionally, she would get burned and stick out her tongue.
After eating the fruit, she took out the notes she had taken at school to see which recipes were suitable and effective, and thought about ways to improve them.
On a quiet night, the feather pen rustled across the paper. The girl's focused face and the pages of the book were reflected in the warm firelight, and her long shadow swayed slightly under the flames.
The sky is full of stars, the forest is quiet, and the chirping of insects can be heard from the grass all around from time to time.