Meng Wanwan came out, and the Meng family was about to start having breakfast.

Meng Xiuyi lit a fire in the open space, then skewered some of the fruits and mushrooms she had picked earlier onto wooden sticks to roast and eat.

Meng Wanwan was beside him and told Meng Xiuyi everything she had felt and guessed last night.

Meng Xiuyi nodded slightly and turned her head slightly to look in the direction of the various families.

Just then, Zhu Ting poked his head out and called out to them, "Uncle Meng, kids, what did you have for breakfast?"

Meng Xiuyi looked at the fruit and mushrooms roasting over the fire in her hand.

Zhu Ting chuckled and then said, "My grandfather said that if you haven't prepared anything, you can come to my house to eat."

Meng Xiuyi glanced at Meng Wanwan, then said to Zhu Ting, "Then I shall respectfully comply."

This is in a painting, not the real world; everything that happens here could be a clue.

Therefore, Meng Xiuyi would definitely not refuse.

However, the proper etiquette still had to be observed. He rummaged through his storage bag, took out some grain, and brought it with him.

In the main hall of the Zhu family, the old master Zhu was already sitting at a square table with two small dishes and a clay pot of porridge on it.

The Meng family of four entered the house in a large group. The old man nodded lightly and said, "Please sit down."

Meng Xiuyi performed a junior's greeting and then handed the items to Zhu Ting.

Zhu Ting wanted to decline, but was stopped by Old Master Zhu.

"Take it. Their house will take two days to build, so they can eat at our house for the next few days."

"Alright." Zhu Ting accepted the gifts.

She put the things in the kitchen, and when she came out, she heard Old Master Zhu say, "I'll help your Uncle Meng and the others build a house in a little while. You take the little girl out for a walk. Don't set up your stall today, take a rest."

Meng Wanwan asked in surprise, "Is Sister Ting doing business?"

Zhu Ting smiled and said, "It's just selling herbal tea. Years ago, my grandfather was traveling and found a spiritual tea tree, which he then raised. Over the years, the spiritual tea tree has grown well, so I started selling tea."

Meng Wanwan said with admiration, "Sister Ting is so amazing. She can make money. I want to make money too."

Zhu Ting sat down next to her, smiled and patted her head: "Little one, you're still young, no rush. I'll take you to play by the river later. There are lots of fish in the river."

Meng Wanwan nodded repeatedly.

Meng Xiuyi didn't say anything, just exchanged a few polite words with the old men, and then the crowded table began to eat.

After finishing their meal, Zhu Ting left with Meng Wanwan.

Fengling Town is a small town with a relatively developed water area. The Fengling River runs through the middle of the town, and the townspeople gather on both sides of the river.

On the outskirts of the town, someone diverted the river water, creating huge ponds filled with lotus flowers.

When Meng Wanwan and her family first entered the world of the painting, they landed on a pavilion by one of the ponds.

The riverside that Zhu Ting mentioned was further downstream from the pond, where there was a poplar grove.

Zhu Ting took Meng Wanwan out, not on foot, but by setting up a bamboo raft at the door and traveling by water.

Meng Wanwan sat on the bamboo raft, while the residents of the small towns on both sides had already begun their day's work, their laughter and shouts filling the air.

This really resembles a typical scene of daily life in ancient society.

"Ting girl, aren't you setting up your stall today?" someone called out to Zhu Ting, who was punting.

Zhu Ting replied with a smile, "I'm taking a break today and going out to play with the girl next door. Uncle Wang, may your business prosper!"

The man known as Uncle Wang laughed heartily: "Thank you for your kind words. A lot of people have come to our town these past two days, and we've certainly made more money than usual."

"Ting girl, catch!" A cheerful female voice suddenly appeared, and then something smashed towards Meng Wanwan's head.

"Oh dear!" Zhu Ting exclaimed in surprise, and then saw Meng Wanwan raise her hand and grab the thing.

Zhu Ting patted his chest: "Thank goodness I'm alright."

The woman who threw the object laughed loudly: "Is this little girl your new neighbor? She's really good at it! Girls, I've made you two steamed buns, have a taste."

Meng Wanwan wasn't annoyed by her impetuousness and said with a smile, "Thank you, Auntie."

The woman clapped her hands and laughed, "Good, good, good!"

"Ting'er, where's your grandfather? Why didn't he come out to play chess?"

"Ting girl, are you going to catch fish? Bring me two sections of lotus root."

“Ting’s girl…”

Even after the bamboo raft sailed out of that residential area, the words "Ting Yatou" were still echoing in Meng Wanwan's ears.

She exclaimed, "Sister Ting, you're so popular in Fengling Town!"

Zhu Ting smiled gently and said, "Actually, the people of Fengling Town are really nice. It's not just me; we would greet anyone on this bamboo raft today in the same way."

Meng Wanwan cupped her face in her hands and looked at her.

She really is a gentle girl.

Zhu Ting originally intended to moor the bamboo raft at the lotus pond, but after leaving the residential area, she discovered that a large number of people had gathered at the edge of the lotus pond.

Zhu Ting could only stop the bamboo raft at the exit of the residential area and carry Meng Wanwan off the raft.

"What are they doing here?" Zhu Ting muttered to himself, puzzled.

Meng Wanwan also craned her neck to look, but could only see a crowd of people huddled around the lotus pond, seemingly looking at something in the pond.

“These people are all outsiders,” Zhu Ting added.

"They're looking for someone." A clear male voice suddenly appeared behind the two of them.

Meng Wanwan and Zhu Ting turned around and saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in white standing beside them, his deep gaze fixed on the gathered crowd.

Behind him was a boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in blue. When he saw the two girls looking at him, the boy grinned at them.

Hello everyone.

Zhu Ting smiled and nodded: "Hello."

The young man in white asked Zhu Ting, "I saw that you two young ladies came by bamboo raft. Are you two locals?"

Zhu Ting nodded: "Yes, is Young Master also an outsider? I know everyone in this town, but I don't think I've ever seen you before."

Meng Wanwan nestled in Zhu Ting's arms, remaining silent and pretending to be an ordinary child.

Meng Wanwan guessed that these two people were also people who had entered the painting, but they were taking a different approach here.

Because of Meng Wanwan's meridian issues, it's difficult for ordinary people to sense any spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from her.

However, she is very perceptive of others.

These two people are cultivators.

The young man in white bowed and said, "My name is Baili Chuan, and this is my younger brother, Baili Qing. My brother and I are indeed from out of town, here in Fengling Town on some business. We originally intended to rest in this waterside pavilion, but we didn't expect so many people to arrive. We can't go out now, so we have to travel by water."

"So, if I may ask, young lady, could you please take us out on a bamboo raft?"

Bailichuan?

Baili Qing?

Meng Wanwan seemed to be allergic to the surname "Baili," her ears immediately perking up.

Could it be that someone else from the Baili family has entered?