The size remains the same as before; the lake has not widened, and the giant trees have not grown taller; only their vitality has become more vigorous.

Every drop of water in the lake looks like the clearest mountain spring water, and the silver fish that occasionally leap out are even bigger and more active.

Every leaf of the giant tree is green, the branches are covered with lush vegetation, blue bellflowers sway in the wind, and swarms of bees dance among the flowers.

What you see is vibrant life, all pure and natural beauty.

"There's a butterfly!" Li Qianxia exclaimed.

A group of brightly colored butterflies fluttered along the Bird's Nest Plain, occasionally circling curiously around the wooden house that Li Changzhou had just built.

"It's a pity it can't get bigger." Li Changzhou is a greedy person. He doesn't want what he doesn't have, and once he has it, he wants it to be better. And once he has it, he wants it to be the best.

For example, Yang Qinglan's name implies "having," "better," and "best."

"I'll go milk the cows. Qianxia, ​​you go pick some vegetables. Or, I'll go with you," Yang Qinglan instructed.

“I’ll go too!” Li Changzhou said hurriedly.

"Aren't you practicing your skills?" Yang Qinglan asked him in confusion.

"Don't let my current titles of 'King' and 'Lord' fool you; I am first and foremost a farmer's son, with a deep love for the land," Li Changzhou said half-jokingly.

“Yes,” Li Qianxia nodded, “When my brother was little, he especially liked to steal sweet potatoes and corn from other people’s houses, and then pick up tree branches to roast them and eat them.”

"Why is it that it seems like you're always around when we eat?"

"No." Li Qianxia shook her head seriously.

Yang Qinglan smiled and said, "I was born in the city, but I also like to grow vegetables. I grew some flowers, peppers and scallions in styrofoam boxes."

"Loves life! Skillful! Frugal and hardworking! Beautiful as an angel!" The farmer's child immediately expressed his approval.

The three walked and talked until they reached the tree branch where vegetables were planted.

The tomato plant looks like a small tree, with heavy red fruits hanging on it. From a distance, it looks like it's on fire.

The cucumbers have also become trees, with fresh and tender green cucumbers hidden among the broad leaves, like green maidens playing hide-and-seek, who are fifteen or sixteen years old this year;

Ten dark purple eggplants stood together, resembling ten knights guarding the land;

The chili pepper was a naughty child, clinging tightly to its mother sapling's hand, wanting to play on the ground;

The pumpkin is the young father, laughing heartily as he watches from the ground;

Corn is the aloof older sister, a proud twelve-year-old girl who dislikes her chili-loving younger brother;

Cabbage and lettuce are lovers, snuggling together and whispering the sweetest love words;

......

All the vegetables are breathing, freely displaying their life.

The vines are lush and verdant; when you go inside, you are blocked by cucumber and green bean vines; when you squat down, you are hidden by peas and mung beans.

This place is like a miniature world of vegetables.

"Wow!" Li Qianxia exclaimed, gently stroking each vegetable with her hand.

Looking at everything before her, Yang Qinglan's eyes seemed to burst with another burst of fireworks. She couldn't help but turn around to look at Li Changzhou, only to find that he had already picked a cucumber and was putting it into his mouth.

Seeing her looking over, he hesitated for a moment, then broke off half and handed it to her.

Yang Qinglan rolled her eyes at him, amused and annoyed, her gaze bright and gentle.

She took the green cucumber, and with her white teeth, she gently bit into it, making a crisp sound. The fresh, vibrant aroma instantly filled her mouth.

Li Changzhou was dumbfounded, holding half a cucumber, staring blankly at Yang Qinglan.

Her eyes were captivating, her long, black hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, revealing her fair and slender neck.

With her beautifully curved lips and fair, almost translucent face, she stood in the lush vegetable garden, sunlight and shade falling on her head, enjoying the fruits and vegetables with a slight smile on her lips.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Qinglan asked him with a hint of reproach and curiosity, her lips still curved in a smile.

Li Changzhou didn't speak, his eyes fixed on her. Kacha took a big bite of cucumber and ate it with a smile.

The excitement of a breakthrough, the joy of a bountiful harvest—none of these can compare to the peace and comfort of this moment.

He really liked her, from the first moment he saw her.

The vegetable seeds I bought during the promotion grew so many and so well, and they all matured at once; we couldn't possibly eat them all.

Yang Qinglan decided to let the cattle, sheep, pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits, and deer all have a taste and enjoy the harvest together.

When I went to feed the rabbits, I found that they had already given birth to twelve kittens. They were hairless and looked like mice.

When vegetables were thrown to these livestock, even the geese, who were usually unruly and determined to rule the mountain, silently buried their heads and ate voraciously.

The cow received special care; they were given corn as a special treat, as it is said that what a cow eats affects the taste and quality of its milk.

I wonder if eating vegetables bought from these games every day will make freshly squeezed milk drinkable—not only safer, but also tastier—at that point, I'll really be chasing after cows to eat them.

Li Changzhou followed along busily—more like he was having fun and enjoying himself—and soon climbed to a high place in the giant tree, where he sat cross-legged on a branch.

Here, if you don't listen carefully, you can ignore the sounds coming from the Bird's Nest Plain below.

He closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and instead of rushing to visualize the Thunderclap Diagram, he carefully felt his body.

The 7-point perception cannot achieve something as magical as introspection, so the most profound feeling is the beating of the heart.

The throbbing is powerful, and with each throbbing, it bursts forth with vigorous vitality.

These vital energies circulate throughout the body, filling it with immense power and unparalleled regenerative abilities, which in turn nourish an even stronger spiritual force.

Li Changzhou had a feeling that every time he exhausted his current mental energy, the restored mental energy became purer, stronger, and more resilient.

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