Chapter 103 Who Will Be the Flower? (If the monthly ticket is over 100, one more chapter will be added)

Then comes the cleaning and screening.

As Baiguo danced with his hands, his clothes fluttered. I saw her muttering something, and suddenly white light spurted out from her palm and rushed into the pot like a nimble snake.

Wherever the light touched, the impurities in the bamboo pulp were like frightened ants, which were slowly carried up by the blue light and condensed into small balls emitting turbid halos in mid-air.

Bai Guo stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked them in the air. The suspended impurity balls were like being pulled by invisible silk threads and flew in an orderly manner to the purification formation on the side.

The purification formation glowed with light, like a mysterious filter, and the impurity balls sank into it one by one, and were instantly decomposed into the tiniest dust and dissipated into nothingness.

The pure bamboo pulp, under the reflection of the magic light, has a warm jade-like luster.

Baiguo waved his hands again, and the bamboo pulp flowed slowly into a fine sieve constructed by magic power like obedient water.

The screen is sparkling with golden runes, and each wire seems to be woven from pure light. The bamboo pulp flows through here, and the delicate fibers pass through the mesh like smooth silk, while those slightly thicker fibers are gently intercepted and gradually gather into a small ball on the screen.

With a flick of her sleeve, a gentle wind spell blew the excess fibers to the recycling container nearby. The whole process was poetic and picturesque, showing the magic and exquisiteness of magical papermaking.

Grandma Tang was stunned.

Isn’t this amazing?

Are all fairies so efficient at their work?

Suddenly I feel a little envious. What should I do?

Otherwise, she should become a spirit first?

The next step is to beat the pulp and mix it. Then wave your hand again to let the prepared bamboo pulp fall into the paper-making trough that has been prepared long ago. The runes on the paper-making trough are shining with golden light. You don't need to do anything at all, it will spread the bamboo pulp evenly.

The most important thing is that the water in the papermaking trough evaporates little by little.

First the paper was wet, and then it seemed as if something was squeezing it, squeezing out more water.

Baiguo left some work for Grandma Tang. Instead of letting the fruits dry directly into paper, he asked Grandma Tang to hang them up in the sun to let them dry naturally.

Of course, Grandma Tang didn't understand the mystery of this. She just thought that the paper had to be dried in the sun since it had reached this state, so she started to work quietly.

"Grandma, let me help you!"

Tang Xiaolian, Lu Mao, Lao Lu and others also came to help.

"Okay, just help me put this over there, and I'll take care of the rest."

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The state of having work to do is different from the state of having no work to do. When there is no work to do, Grandma Tang always feels like a waste and is always worried about when she and her granddaughter will be driven down the mountain.

But things have been different since she took on this "papermaking" job, she found herself "useful".

She didn't care whether they were goblins or not. As long as she was "useful", they wouldn't kill her and her granddaughter at will, nor would they drive her and her granddaughter down the mountain. Then they could live a good life in the mountains.

Because it was "useful", it even solved the problem of three meals a day for her and her granddaughter.

Bai Guo, who had kept her achievements to herself, retreated and even wondered whether she should talk to the mountain god to find some work for the grandparents. She felt that they were very happy doing their job.

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At the foot of the mountain, Qinghe Village.

I guess Xu Zhong himself didn't expect that the mountain temple in his village had been built, while Yun Village had only built one third of it. Although the mountain temple in their village was converted from an old house, they chose the best house in the village, demolished the original walls, changed three large rooms into one, and built it as large and wide as possible.

Use bricks where possible, and use dismantled wooden walls where not possible.

There was no need to worry about not having enough wood. There were only a few people like them in the village, and there were many empty houses. They could just demolish any house.

When it came to the ceremony of inviting the gods, the village chief of Wumu specially asked Xu Zhong to pick two people from Yun Village.

Xu Zhong:? ? ? ?

Everyone knows that the people from Yun Village are no good, so why do we still need to use them?

I don't understand, but I do it.

Xu Zhong knew that Chief Wumu would not harm him, so he picked two more honest ones.

The next morning, after a simple ceremony, we went to Yilan Village to pray to the gods.

This was the first time that people from Yun Village came to Yilan Village, and some of them couldn’t believe it.

Is this Yilan Village?

Is this true or false?

Why are there so many brick houses in Yilan Village? !

Also, how much effort did it take them to grow the lush vegetation outside their village?

"What's the use of them making that thing?" Liu Dongcai asked his fellow villagers while looking at them.

Zhou Chusheng said: "How should I know this? I'm not from their village."

Liu Dongcai: "Weren't you whispering to the people in their village before? What were you whispering about?"

Zhou Chusheng said unhappily: "What can you complain about? You are just complaining about those things. You know that people in Yilan Village, Nanxi Village, and Qinghe Village look down on us."

Only Liu Dongcai really knew this.

I have worked in Qinghe Village for so long. Everyone in Yun Village must know who the people in these villages are.

The eyes are on the top of the head, and they look at people through their nostrils.

If the god of their Yun Village had not been defeated by their damn mountain god, they would have been forced to bow down and kneel. Who would be willing to please those villages?

The mountain god temple is in the middle of Yilan Village. It takes half of the village to walk from the village entrance to the mountain god temple. Along the way, Liu Dong discovered something strange.

"Do you feel something is wrong?" Liu Dong touched Zhou Chusheng's arm.

Zhou Chusheng: "What's wrong?"

Liu Dongcai motioned him to look at the yards of those people and whispered, "Did you notice? Those two kinds of trees are planted in the yards of this village."

One of them looked familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

Zhou Chusheng asked someone what kind of tree it was, and when he heard chestnut and persimmon tree, he suddenly remembered.

Among the monsters that defeated the monster in their village, there was one called Chestnut.

Later they ate the chestnut. They peeled the balloon and found the gray-brown fruit inside.

Cut the fruit again and boil it in water. When it is cooked, the flesh will be soft, sweet and fragrant.

While working, each family got a share.

To be honest, it tastes pretty good.

"Chestnut?!" Liu Dong swallowed and said, "Every household in their village has a chestnut tree? Could it be that the monster in their village helped plant it?"

The chestnut trees are planted so neatly that every household has one. The sizes of the trees are almost the same. It doesn't look like they grew naturally at all.

Needless to say, it must have been a spell.

Is there any benefit in worshipping their god?

If that's the case...

Others may not know, but Liu Dongcai and Zhou Chusheng were definitely moved.

"What are you two doing back there? Hurry up, hurry up."

Hearing someone calling them from the front, Zhou Chusheng and Liu Dong quickly quickened their pace and ran to the front.

After a series of ceremonies, the statue of the mountain god was finally brought back to Qinghe Village.

Xu Zhong led the villagers of Qinghe Village to kneel in front of the mountain temple and respectfully offered their sacrifices.

His heart was filled with excitement and happiness.

It was finally his turn.

Their mountain temple was finally built.

Their Qinghe Village was finally saved.

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