Xiao Mumu has left the nursery and can be carried around indoors. She can also be taken out of the micro-world.
Like any other baby, he always looked at the world with his bright, lively eyes, but one thing was different: he didn't get hungry as quickly.
Mumu absorbs spiritual energy much faster, especially in the outer realms. With spiritual energy replenishing it, Mumu needs to be fed less frequently and in smaller amounts.
Chen Yang noticed a difference: Mu Mu's real body was synchronized to the micro-world, rather than the micro-world being synchronized to reality.
Fortunately, he doesn't need to be breastfed all the time; Li Su'er only needs to get up once in the middle of the night to feed him.
The little one rarely cries, but sleeps quite a lot. He sleeps almost all day long. He wakes up, drinks a little milk, plays for a bit, and then quickly goes back to sleep.
Aside from his daily work, Chen Yang stayed by Mu Mu's side almost constantly. He could sense Mu Mu's emotions and know whether Mu Mu was hungry or needed to poop.
Babies' emotions are so pure, without a single distracting thought. Sometimes Chen Yang even feels that his own natural inspiration is superfluous, and sometimes you can tell just by looking at their expressions.
And these past two days, everyone has been preparing for the New Year.
The annual celebrations in the micro-world are getting more and more lively. This time, almost everyone will gather at the Xindu camp. Even the people from Wanshe Island have rushed back, disregarding the risk of being blown into the sea.
This year, the number of people in the community increased by 80. Chen Yang did not use several of the available spots, and he also used one of his spots for the revival.
By the middle of next year, the number of people in the tribe will exceed three hundred. In another ten years, it will be a tribe of a thousand.
A thousand people is enough to be considered a small town. Not everywhere is as densely populated as China is now. In some places, a town has less than a thousand people.
The festive atmosphere in the micro-world is getting stronger and stronger, especially after everyone gathered at the Xindu camp, making it exceptionally lively.
However, this year, Chef Sun Bo was too busy to handle everything, so he simply became the head chef, only responsible for customizing the menu, while the actual cooking was left to the people from the community who usually learned cooking from him, including Li Su'er.
Li Su'er hardly ever talked about postpartum recovery. She had originally planned to have a proper confinement period, but she couldn't stand it after only five days.
Because she was so full of energy, even the more conservative Grandma Chen Yang felt that there was no need for her to have a postpartum confinement period.
Mumu's birth was so unusual that they didn't have to follow the usual procedures.
Li Su'er is also one of the pillars of the cooking class. Her cooking skills are not as good as Sun Bo's, and she is in the second tier in the micro-world.
Cooking for 200 people can be difficult, or it can be easy. However, meeting Sun Bo's requirements is definitely in the difficult category.
Nearly twenty residents were helping prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. Most of them were helping with washing vegetables, peeling them, fetching water, and tending the fire.
It's still possible for everyone to eat together now, but it probably won't be possible next year. Any more than that, and it will just be noisy. At that time, it may have to be held in two separate areas, and in a few years, it will be held at separate campsites.
That's why some residents who have developed in other areas cherish this year's gathering.
The more people there are, the harder it becomes to be like before, where we were all one family.
Fortunately, there is no clear distinction between interests in the micro-world yet, because resources have always been abundant.
Disputes like "your family got more meat" or "my family got less honey" may occur at campsites, but there are almost no serious arguments.
This isn't reality; everyone can see that. What are we arguing about in the micro-world? Who are we trying to prove anything to?
Those who don't understand will naturally understand after a while. There will always be arrogant and unruly citizens, but let them be arrogant. The rules of the Micro Realm are there; they are not strict, but they are not so easy to violate. As long as Chen Yang holds control of the Micro Realm, no one can do anything to him.
Anyone who isn't a fool knows that there's absolutely no need for a rebellion; overthrowing Chen and Yang is even less likely than overthrowing an ancient emperor.
Even if all the inhabitants of the realm collectively rebelled, Chen Yang could simply kick them all out of the micro-realm and recruit a new batch. Moreover, very few inhabitants had any complaints about Chen Yang, at least not on the surface.
Therefore, the New Year in the micro-world has the flavor of the New Year.
There's no need to compare who has a better job, who earns more money, whose clothes are nicer, or whose child is more outstanding.
However, traditional New Year customs such as urging marriage should still be preserved, since these people voluntarily brought their parents to the micro-world.
The biggest change this year has been the development of several independent campsites.
People from different camps don't usually see each other often; some haven't seen each other for more than half a year.
So, during the Lunar New Year, everyone gathers together to share their experiences in developing their camps. Of course, there's also a subtle competition, with everyone trying to show off how good their own camp is.
However, the conditions at each camp vary considerably, so it's difficult to say for sure.
They have completely different climates and environments, so there aren't many things to compare.
In the afternoon, the New Year's Eve dinner began.
First came cold dishes and snacks, then a small bowl of soup before the meal. Sun Bo was very experienced in handling banquets for hundreds of people like this.
Dishes were served one after another, along with a collection of fine wines, juices, and hot drinks—there were many choices.
Several residents with special talents also performed a few acts. The atmosphere at the scene was quickly enlivened.
However, Chen Yang did not drink with everyone this time, unlike last year.
He held Xiao Mumu in his arms, while Xiao Mumu watched all of this with wide eyes.
Xiao Mumu is in good health, and being in Chen Yang's arms, Chen Yang can use his light body to help him resist the cold wind and noise, so there is no impact on him.
Li Su'er also finished her cooking work and stood next to him. Chen Liu originally wanted to come over, but after seeing Mo Xi chatting and laughing with several girls and getting lost in thought for a couple of times, he obediently stayed next to Mo Xi, not having to do anything, just sitting and eating his own food.
The banquet continued, and Chen Yang walked around casually with Mu Mu in his arms. The old residents would greet him with smiles and nods, while the new residents showed him a bit of awe.
Chen Yang hadn't had much contact with most of the people who entered the micro-world this year; they'd only chatted briefly and exchanged greetings when they met.
Every month, there are new residents from the New Territories, and Chen Yang can't maintain good relationships with everyone. Therefore, the new residents have a certain sense of awe towards him because in their eyes, Chen Yang is the ruler of a territory. Although Chen Yang doesn't give orders much and doesn't restrain the residents much, if any resident wants, he can go out and become independent.
But given Chen Yang's status, unless they are very close to him or have held high positions for a long time, people will have a sense of awe towards him.
People like Zhang Guoan are respected and revered by all the inhabitants of the region.
Chen Yang, without realizing it, had already developed the demeanor of a leader.
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