This isn't just enlightened, this is open-minded! Were people in ancient times more accepting than they are now? Who exactly were the ancients?
After buying the sweet potatoes, the two of them walked to the roadside in a daze.
Xia Yan was both amused and exasperated: "It seems we were making a fuss over nothing."
Tong Yiwen: "I have to say, the barren mountain is quite magical. Now, even if Grandma wanted to leave, she couldn't take me away!"
The two little ones squinted their eyes unconsciously as they ate the soft, sweet sweet potatoes.
In this freezing weather, eating a hot roasted sweet potato is just so comforting!
What's most satisfying is that these roasted sweet potatoes taste even better than any I remember from my past life! I wonder what variety of sweet potatoes are grown on this barren mountain. Once they've earned enough contribution points, they'll buy land to grow sweet potatoes too!
"Wait, I remember there aren't any sweet potatoes in this world!" Tong Yiwen's mind suddenly became incredibly sharp.
Not only are there no sweet potatoes, but there are no potatoes or corn either. These are delicacies that can only be eaten in dreams. Why are they all here in this barren mountain?
After a while, the two girls looked at each other and stared at each other in bewilderment.
Not far away, people were discussing the cotton harvest and the steps involved in cotton ginning, which made the two little girls even more alarmed.
"It seems that this world only has kapok?" Xia Yan remembered that the county princess once said that even the high-ranking officials in the capital used cotton clothes made of kapok.
So, there are still time travelers here in this desolate mountain, and they can bring these high-yield grain seeds?
"Holy crap!" the two exclaimed in unison.
Neither of them noticed that Zhang Jing, who was walking behind, had stopped and was looking ahead thoughtfully.
"When did you two travel here?" A cold voice rang out from behind.
With a thud, Xia Yan and Tong Yiwen tripped over each other with their left feet and fell to the ground.
Zhang Jing behind: "..."
After a while, a group of people gathered again in Le Bai's courtyard.
The travelers from the desolate mountains have reunited.
"Is anyone else here?" Le Bai asked hesitantly.
He always felt that in some corner of the desolate mountains, a few reborn or time-traveling beings might pop out.
The two new girls shook their heads in unison.
After exchanging information, the group of people all looked on with disbelief.
Xia Yan asked in surprise, "So, it wasn't you who brought the sweet potatoes, corn, and cotton, but the Mountain Goddess?"
"We also have a fairyland-like paradise here, comparable to a god-level farm in a farming game?"
Zhang Jing: "So, you first traveled to the magical world for ten years before traveling to this world? And you can still use magic now?"
This is truly an incredibly powerful destiny of time travel!
The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment once again.
Xia Yan thought for a moment and then explained, "I did stay in that magical world for ten years, and I was very lucky to have a great archmage as my master. However, I only studied with her for a year before my master passed away due to old age."
"After that, I spent the rest of my time inside that white tower doing random research, figuring out some strange and wonderful magic. Before I could even properly understand the magical world and see what it was really like, I was transported to another world..."
She felt deep regret; ten years had passed, why hadn't she thought to visit that magical world more often?
Now look what's happened; she's been a shut-in in the magical world for ten years, and even she herself is speechless with frustration.
“This is a different cultivation system.” Wang Wan and her daughter arrived in the courtyard on a flying sword at some point.
"Magic? That sounds amazing!" Wang Qing cupped her chubby face, somewhat excited.
"This is the transmigrator who came from the world of cultivation," Zhang Jing said, standing up.
"Holy crap, a cultivation world, cultivators!" Xia Yan and Tong Yiwen exclaimed in unison.
That's incredible! That's cultivation!
"Master, please let your disciple bow!" Xia Yan and Tong Yiwen exchanged a glance and knelt down before Wang Wan.
The others were both amused and exasperated, because they had done the same thing when they heard it.
As expected of someone from the same hometown.
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