Chapter 24 The Flower Goddess Blesses Us, Birds Sing, Fairies Laugh…
—To dispel Peng Peng'an's idea of entrapment, Shu Xin specially set up a defensive barrier in the underground warehouse to ensure that none of the flower fairy servants could enter.
After explaining the arrangements for the flower fairy servants, Shu Xin naturally showed off the super mini version of the Poké Ball she had made. She then brought up the arrangements for the flower fairy slaves, and unsurprisingly, both of her subordinates' faces were filled with disapproval.
Nonori tried to be more tactful: "Your Highness, you don't need to waste your precious time on these things. We have more important things to do."
Peng Peng'an was much more direct: "Your Highness, those filthy slaves are not worthy of your attention at all! With brains that are so stupid they're smaller than wheat awns, I bet they don't even know how to live in the round house you made!"
“Alright, let’s make a bet then, Pengpeng’an,” the overly kind flower fairy smiled gently. “If I lose, I will stop paying too much attention to the slaves, but if you lose, you’re not allowed to oppose me anymore, okay?”
The flower fairy slaves, who received the hemispheres, were completely unaware of the bet. They flew back to the wheat field, bewildered and excited.
The bitter wheat that had been sown earlier had sprouted, and all the slaves were overjoyed when the wheat grains they had planted with their own hands successfully sprouted.
Ananka saw many flower fairies flying around the wheat seedlings while crying. That night, he also heard someone softly singing an unknown lullaby:
"Harvest month, oh harvest month, the granaries are overflowing with wheat, the granaries are overflowing with millet, and the stables are piled high with hay!"
May the goddess of flowers bless you, may the birds sing, may the fairies laugh!
Harvest month, oh harvest month, baskets overflow with red rice cakes, baskets overflow with white rice cakes, and wine glasses are filled with mead!
May the goddess of flowers bless you, may the birds sing, may the fairies laugh!
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Ananka didn't cry during the day. He was busy comforting his sister who was crying her eyes out. He thought to himself that things were really getting better. Ananka could cry so many tears. If it were before, she probably wouldn't have been able to shed a single tear.
On a quiet night, upon hearing this unfamiliar song drifting from afar, An Anka couldn't help but wipe away her wet eyes. The sprouting wheat was clearly a joyful event, and the song was clearly a cheerful tune, yet An Anka didn't know why, but she began to cry sadly.
The tender buds and leaves grew bigger day by day, and now the wheat seedlings were much taller than the tiny flower fairy slaves.
Compared to the wheat field under the magic tree, the sparse wheat seedlings were not a clear and transparent light blue, but a deep, almost blackish grayish blue. The slaves thought this was normal, since the wheat field under the magic tree belonged to the lord and would naturally be different from the wheat they grew.
Being able to sleep in the wheat field after nightfall, like the servants of the Flower Castle—even though they still needed to dig burrows to keep warm—was enough to make the slaves secretly happy.
When the flower fairy slaves received the wooden hemispheres bestowed upon them by the Flower Fairy, they were extremely excited. They dared not utter a sound in front of the nobleman, but once back in the wheat field, they excitedly discussed them.
"Is this the house we can live in? It's so big and beautiful! I've never lived in a house before!" someone exclaimed excitedly.
Someone nearby chimed in: "I've never lived in a house either, but my mother's second husband's father did. It's said that it takes a lot of time and a lot of stones to build a house, but it's not particularly cold or hot inside. Even if there's a strong wind or heavy rain, you won't get a fever."
Some countered, "Then this isn't a house; it's made of wood, not stone."
"I think you've been chewing on stones too much, your brain is full of stones now!" a flower fairy quickly mocked. "Whether it's made of stone or wood, a house is a house. Didn't you hear the nobles say that this is a dwelling bestowed upon us by the Flower Fairy!"
"Brother, if this house is a gift from the Flower Fairy, how can we move in?" Ananna asked.
The wooden hemisphere is a single piece, with two round holes of different sizes carved out on one side. Through the holes, you can see that the inside of the hemisphere is not solid, but hollowed out.
Ananka didn't know how to move in either. He placed the hemisphere next to his wheat and flew around the round wooden house twice.
"This must be a test from the Flower Fairy! Ananna, do you remember what Mom told us? The Flower Goddess's blessings and tests will fall from the sky along with the sunlight. Only the elves who accept the test can receive the blessing, and only the elves who pass the test can become warriors of the elven race!"
Ananka carefully reached out and touched the perfectly smooth wooden sphere, her voice revealing an unconscious tension: "But if we fail the test, the blessing will be taken back... Ananka, do you think this house will be taken back if we fail the test?"
Not receiving a reply from his sister, Ananka flew up from behind the round house, landed on a wheat leaf, and raised his voice: "Anana?"
Anana, who had just been touching and looking around the hemisphere, had disappeared. Ananka flew to the highest wheat leaf and looked around.
The flower fairy slaves that could be seen were all studying their round houses. Some placed the hemispheres on wheat leaves, while others buried them in the ground. Ananka also saw a clumsy fellow who was probably too full and had extra strength to spare, tossing the hemispheres high into the air again and again.
Shaking her head, Ananka thought that if she hadn't caught the round house and it had broken, this guy probably wouldn't have seen the sun rise tomorrow.
Looking around but not seeing his sister anywhere, Ananka felt strange and raised his voice again: "Ananna!"
"Brother, brother!" Ananna's voice suddenly rang out, and the little flower fairy flew out from the hole in the hemisphere. She danced and jumped around with joy, almost rolling around in the air. "This house is so nice! I love this house!"
She flew over and grabbed Ananka's hand: "You can go in from here! It's so big inside! Big enough for a hundred flower fairies to dance together!"
…It would be too much to accommodate a hundred flower fairies dancing together, but it should be no problem to accommodate five flower fairy slaves dancing together, Ananka thought to herself after flying in through the large hole on the side with Ananna.
The interior space of the hemisphere is larger than its exterior, and light shines in through small openings on the side, making the round house look spacious and bright.
The two flower fairy slaves, who were holding hands, did not know that the tiny beam of light could illuminate the entire nearly enclosed space because of the magic of the miniature garden. However, they could see that a large magic circle, which almost filled the entire floor, was engraved on the wooden floor. They could also feel that their breathing had become much easier after flying in through the large hole.
In the center of the magic circle on the floor, there is a tall cylinder and two short cylinders. Below the small hole, there is also a cylinder, but the latter is flat, wide, and large, occupying almost a third of the floor space.
Ananna jumped around happily on the pillars: "Brother, look! It's perfect for dancing!"
Ananka looked back and forth at the pillars. He felt that these pillars were not meant for dancing, but he couldn't think of any other use for them.
Pulling Anana out of the round house, Ananka wanted to see if the other flower fairy slaves had discovered the use of those pillars.
Many flower fairy slaves saw Ananka and Ananna flying in and out of the large hole, and soon all the flower fairy slaves knew how to get into their round houses. Similarly, when some flower fairy slaves recognized the purpose of the round pillars, Ananka and Ananna quickly found out as well.
It turns out that the short pillars were chairs for sitting, the tall pillars were tables for placing things, and the flat, large round pillar was a bed for sleeping on.
The round wooden house was so light that it could float directly in the air. Clever flower fairy slaves would drag suitable bitter wheat leaves through the large holes in the round house and spread them on the round wooden bed.
Ananka and Ananna also learned to select appropriately sized wheat leaves from their own wheat. They carefully held the tips of the leaves and carried the upper half of the leaves into the round house little by little. They then carefully spread the leaves they had carried in on the round wooden bed.
As night fell, Ananka lay in the warm round house, on his soft bed of wheat leaves, and once again heard the unknown melody drifting from afar, flowing gently through the round door and small window. An unconscious smile of contentment appeared on his face, and he softly hummed along:
"...May the goddess of flowers protect us, may the birds sing, may the fairies laugh..."
The sky was bright.
Xi lifted the carriage curtain with a displeased expression:
"I really don't want to come back! Wait, are those wheat plants? What kind of new variety is that? How come they all have such big ears?"
A note from the author:
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Harvest month, oh harvest month!
The granaries are full of wheat, the granaries are full of millet.
The stables were also piled high with hay.
May the goddess of flowers protect you!
Birds sing, fairies laugh~
Harvest month, oh harvest month!
The baskets were filled with red rice crackers, and the baskets were filled with white rice crackers.
The wine glasses were also filled with mead.
May the goddess of flowers protect you!
Birds sing, fairies laugh~
Harvest month, harvest month
wheats fill barns, grains fill barns,
Stables were also piled with hays.
Flower God blessed,
Birds singing, elves laughing~
Harvest month, harvest month
Nuts fill baskets, berries fill baskets,
The glass was also filled with honey.
Flower God blessed,
Birds singing, elves laughing~
This elven song is called "Harvest Month." If there are any grammatical errors, please consider it as being in Elven language from another world [not really]. The full version isn't this short, but I don't have the energy to write it now… I'll fill in these details after it's finished. For now, I'm busy, pushing the plot forward, so please don't disturb me.
By the way, I wrote this based on the Danish folk song "Harvest Song." Both the Danish and Chinese versions of this song are very lively and cheerful!
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