Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Bad Friends
The next day, Gong Zhili found the village chief and told him about the situation in the mountains.
"Although I didn't feel that the animals became particularly active after entering the mountains, you are different from me." Gong Zhili did not directly say "you are mortals". This statement was understood by both parties. The village chief also understood immediately and said that they would hold a villagers' meeting to discuss the matter. If she had time, please come and listen. If he was busy, he would convey it to her later.
Of course Gong Zhili didn't have time. In fact, even if she didn't attend the meeting, everything in the village was her eyes, but she didn't feel the need to use them at the moment.
After telling this to the village chief, she went home and stood in front of the terraced fields where the seeds had been planted for a while. After getting up this morning, she immediately sowed all the vegetable seeds that she had not had time to plant last night, hoping that they would mature sooner.
The twins put out the things that needed to be dried, and now they were lying on the tatami reading picture books.
Gong Zhili took sandpaper to the warehouse to polish and grind the bamboo platform. This job was very suitable for daydreaming, so she simply moved the large platform to the lakeside and slowly polished it while fishing.
The shadows of the trees were dim by the lake. As she was wasting time, two children came out with books in their hands and sat on the stone beside her. They read the books for a while, then looked at the lake. After a while, they were eager to try what she was doing and wanted to help her.
Gong Zhili gave them the sandpaper and asked them to grind it slowly, while he himself began to stare at the fishing rod in a daze.
Until the fishing rod shook, she lifted the rod and reeled in the line, and found that she had caught another crab.
"Crabs..." Gong Zhili broke off some reeds, tied them up, and threw them into the bucket. "One isn't enough. Give me some more."
The wind blew ripples on the lake surface. Nanako and Mimiko were playing with sandpaper, polishing the bamboo platform until it was smooth and shiny. When Gong Zhili looked back, she found that the two of them were already rolling on the platform.
After watching the children play for a while, she got up and went home to take out the mat that she had not finished weaving.
The morning passed by weaving mats and occasionally fishing for crabs: after she said that, she could only catch crabs...
They had a crab feast at noon, and they could eat as much as they wanted, whether it was steamed river crab or spicy fried crab.
Well, at least they won’t want to eat crabs during this period.
After the mat was woven, the children took a nap as usual. Gong Zhili went to paint the platform under the tree by the lake with wood wax oil, painted it twice and let it dry in the shade, then went to the second floor of the warehouse to turn over the taro.
The soybeans in the glass jar that had been changed with water last night were covered with gauze. When she went to the second floor, she gently washed the beans and then pressed them on a flat plate filled with water.
She went to the second floor and started planning the large empty room there.
A double bed and a cabinet can be placed on the north side of the room, a bathtub can be placed on one side of the small compartment on the south side to make a single bathroom, and a table and chairs can be placed on the other side. If two people come at a time, this room is more than enough.
She measured the room and confirmed that it could accommodate a two-meter double bed, then went downstairs to pack her things and leave.
The inside of the chicken coop was almost dry, so she decided to cover it with the remaining fir bark tomorrow. The roof of the chicken coop and the bamboo platform next to the duck shed would be completed tomorrow.
Feeling that all the to-do items listed were progressing smoothly, Gong Zhili felt refreshed after a long time.
When she was a lord, she had a lot of things to do every day, and there were often emergencies. She had to rely on her brain to plan and sort everything. The recording tools and assistants were not necessarily as useful as her brain.
After coming here, the things I have to do every day are really nothing compared to before.
She moved the unused wood from behind the chicken coop, found an axe, and chopped off the bark.
When she asked Ito Carpenter to customize furniture, she didn't pay because it was part of the "offering" and the wood used in the production might be the Ito family's stock or provided by Mr. Yoshida's wood processing factory.
However, it is risky to go up the mountain recently, and the Ito and Yoshida families may not choose to go up the mountain to cut trees at this time.
She processed the extra trees and transported them to the Yoshida family's processing plant, telling him that the wood was provided to Mr. Ito. She also went to Ito's house to check on the progress of the furniture.
Neither Mr. Yoshida's excitement nor Mr. Ito's proud introduction left any impression on her.
Mr. Ito made rapid progress. The cabinets she ordered were almost finished, waiting only to be painted. She also added a double bed, which was not a big pressure for Mr. Ito.
"Processing machinery—machines are so convenient, aren't they?" Mr. Ito said, pointing to the workshop he had built. "Things like cutting wood, hammering screws, and nailing door hinges are so easy. Carpentry has become something almost anyone can do. I heard that some furniture factories in Tokyo now produce semi-finished products. As long as the holes are pre-drilled, ordinary people can assemble cabinets and beds by following the instructions."
He spoke with a certain emotion. Gong Zhili squatted down and looked at the cabinet surface that had been carbonized by the flamethrower. He said, "That kind of cabinet would only be particularly popular in rental houses, right?"
Mr. Ito strongly agreed with this statement, and he began to talk about his experience in the anti-corrosion treatment of wooden furniture.
Gong Zhili was very satisfied after seeing the nearly finished furniture. He said, "If I get good wood again, I will ask you for help."
She was free today, and as usual, she wandered around the territory, purposefully finding the primary school and standing outside the classroom to listen to the teacher's class.
The principal of the elementary school grew up in the village, went to college, and later returned to be the principal. Seeing her, he was calmer than the other villagers and his attitude seemed very calm: "Master Gong, what's the matter?"
Gong Zhili asked about the courses offered in the school. Like all parents with school-age children, she inquired in great detail about the approximate age at which her twins would be able to start school.
The principal also explained the situation in detail and added, "This school is a combined primary and secondary school, and they already enjoy subsidies from the village."
She also asked about the school's operation as usual.
The principal actually said that.
Gong Zhili thought to himself: The principal looks like a well-read intellectual, but he is much more deeply immersed in religion than the average person. If faith values could be displayed in visual numbers, he might have contributed more faith than others.
This is not surprising. The more books I read, the more I realize that there are some things in the world that cannot be changed by human power, such as natural disasters.
When Gong Zhili left school, she was still thinking about the future direction of the village - was it necessary for her to attend the villagers' meeting in the evening?
She had no intention of using this method of frequent appearances to make her presence felt in the hearts of the villagers, but changes in the external environment are often difficult to cause major changes due to personal choices. For example, if she did not go to the villagers' meeting, would the villagers stop their increasingly firm "worship" of her?
How is that possible?
Gong Zhili returned home again. The two children had woken up and were sitting in the living room with a pile of reeds beside them, seemingly playing with something.
Seeing her come back, Nanako ran towards her with the things in her hands.
Gong Zhili saw clearly what she was holding - it was the reed nest she had woven earlier: "Oh, what's wrong?"
Nanako pouted unconsciously and said dejectedly, "Mimiko and I want to weave more duck nests, but we can't learn how to weave this one just like you did."
Mimiko was holding a handful of loosely bent reeds in her hand, and she also looked quite depressed.
Miyaji laughed. "That's because a reed nest is more complicated than a straw hat. It's hard to learn just by following the instructions." She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall—one of Mr. Suzuki's purchases—"There's still time before dinner. I'll teach you. You and Mimiko are smart, so you'll definitely be able to learn."
There wasn't much exaggeration in this compliment. She was now certain that Nanako and Mimiko were not only physically stronger than other children of their age, but were also very smart.
So in the living room where the cool breeze blew, one adult and two children began to teach knitting.
Geto Suguru came to the village carrying the "greeting gift" that Gojo Satoru had asked him to give, and stood outside, taking a deep breath and exhaling.
This village is really remote. There is only a winding mountain road leading to the village. There is not even a bus going here. He took a taxi to the outside of the mountain, but the driver was unwilling to drive into the mountain. He could only rely on his own two legs to walk out of the village. If Wu hadn't told him not to let other people in the magic world know where he was going, he might as well have taken the auxiliary supervisor's car!
Standing at the end of the mountain road, he could already see the village houses, fields and a large number of lakes.
The village felt very wrong to him.
He immediately understood the meaning of what Wu had told him: "Don't tell anyone in the world of curse."
There seems to be no cursed spirits in this village.
Ordinary human settlements will breed cursed spirits, the only difference being the level and number of the cursed spirits.
But this village looks like... just like those empty, fake villages you see on TV or in pictures.
The "special training" and "cultivation" that Wu told him about was to investigate the anomalies in this village?
This is indeed one of his strengths.
Geto Suguru jumped onto a dense tree outside the village and released a third-level cursed spirit. This cursed spirit was born out of human aversion to mud puddles on rainy days, so it can move on shallow ground and is very suitable for exploring the village environment.
The cursed spirit followed his instructions, crawled into the ground and "swam" towards the village.
However, just like a stone sinking into the sea, Geto Suguru felt that after this cursed spirit crossed a certain line, the connection between it and him was completely severed!
Unable to be taken back, unable to be perceived, unable to be controlled!
Geto Suguru's expression became serious.
Gong Zhili, who was teaching Mimiko how to thread the reeds, raised his eyebrows, turned his wrist, and a blue jade appeared in his palm.
"What is this?" Mimiko opened her eyes wide.
Nanako exclaimed, "It's an elf!"
This looks like the jade they usually see! They call these jades "spirits." These spirits appear when Gong-sama is digging, taro, fishing, or weaving, but Gong-sama never seems to see them...
Gong Zhili: "Is this what you usually see?"
She had just sensed that something, probably a cursed spirit, had sneaked into the village, and thought the earth would absorb it, but it turned the cursed spirit into this thing.
Gong Zhili pinched the blue ball that seemed to be alive, and the touch of her fingertips was very wonderful.
Is there anything inside?
Thinking of this, Gong Zhili mobilized his senses and followed the guidance of the land to find the source of the movement. Then, through the perspective of the plants at the entrance of the village, he saw a black-haired boy standing on a tree outside the village, wearing the same school uniform as Gojo Satoru.
Ah, here comes the new workforce.
The author has something to say:
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It was probably around 2006-2007 when Jie tamed the Rainbow Dragon. It seems like there weren't any Rainbow Dragons at the beginning of the school year... so he had to rely on his legs to walk. Incidentally, Gojo also always saw the Kodama next to Chiri, so he always called her "Fairy Lady" or "Mountain Fairy."
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