The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

Standing at the entrance of Qianlong Residence, Li Weiguo felt like a deliveryman.

He was holding a thick brown paper bag containing more than a dozen brand-new videotapes.

Each dish was a spectacular "personal confession show" by Zhao Tiansha, the Grand Elder of Xuanyao Valley, last night.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he smelled a rich aroma of meat.

Lin Jianguo was carrying a steaming bowl of braised pork, carefully walking to the stone table in the center of the courtyard.

Chu Chen sat on a high stone bench, his two short legs swinging back and forth, holding a plump white steamed bun, waiting for his grandfather to feed him.

"Uncle Li, you're here!" Chu Chen laughed as soon as he saw Li Weiguo. "Is my little movie copied yet?"

Li Weiguo's lips twitched. He stepped forward and placed the brown paper bag on the stone table.

"Advisor Chu, everything has been copied as you instructed."

He watched as Chu Chen took a bite of half a piece of fatty but not greasy braised pork with a steamed bun, his mouth full of oil.

Looking further afield, the group of once-arrogant martial arts masters and international spies were lining up to receive their breakfast from Zhou Tian.

Each person had a hard, dry cornbread and a bowl of thin porridge so clear you could see your reflection in it.

His eyes were fixed on the braised pork in Chu Chen's bowl, gleaming with a green light.

Li Weiguo felt that this world was too magical.

"Zhou Tian." Chu Chen swallowed the meat in his mouth and called out indistinctly.

"Master Chen! What are your orders?" Zhou Tian put down the porridge bucket and ran over.

"Go find a good piece of wood and carve a sign for me." Chu Chen gestured with his greasy little hands. "Write 'Qianlongju Labor and Ideological Remolding Experimental Base'."

"Huh?" Zhou Tian was stunned.

"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Chu Chen rolled his eyes at him. "Remember, the sign needs to be big, the lettering needs to be impressive, and it needs to be hung at the entrance of our courtyard so that everyone can see it."

He then pointed to the group of prisoners who were eating cornbread.

"From now on, they will be the first batch of trainees at our base. Those who perform well can be promoted to full-fledged honorary woodcutter."

"What about those who didn't perform well?" Zhou Tian asked in a low voice.

Chu Chen picked up his chopsticks, tapped the plate of braised pork on the table, and said slowly.

"Our vegetable garden has just been cultivated and we still need fertilizer."

With a "plop," the cornbread in the hand of Wu De, the third elder of Xuanyao Valley, fell into the thin porridge and splashed all over his face.

Every single one of the other trainees turned pale with fright, and they even ate their cornbread faster.

"Oh, right." Chu Chen seemed to remember something, "Appoint Comrade Zhao Tiansha as the deputy captain of our wood-chopping team. Wu De is the honorary captain, and he will be the deputy."

"His role as deputy captain is mainly in charge of logistics." Chu Chen looked at Zhao Tiansha with a smile. "We'll leave those vegetable plots to him. He'll be responsible for carrying water to irrigate them every day."

Zhao Tiansha had just stuffed the cornbread into his mouth when he heard these words, and his face instantly turned green.

He remembered Chu Chen's mention of "fertilizer," and his stomach churned, almost causing him to vomit his breakfast.

Carrying water for irrigation?

What do we use to pick the seeds? What do we use to irrigate them?

He dared not think any further.

The group of blond-haired, blue-eyed international spies exchanged glances, clearly not understanding the deeper meaning of "fertilizer" and "carrying water."

The man in the lead, codenamed "Black Snake," stepped forward and protested in fairly fluent Chinese.

"We are prisoners of war! We demand to be treated like prisoners of war! We refuse this undignified manual labor!"

He held his neck stiffly, his face full of arrogance.

"We will go on a hunger strike! Until you meet our demands!"

The other spies also stood up, putting down their cornbread and porridge on the ground to show their determination.

Seeing this, the people from Xuanyao Valley were also somewhat tempted.

Chu Chen didn't even glance at them.

He finished the last bite of braised pork and licked his lips with lingering satisfaction.

"Zhou Tian, ​​go and take out that piece of 'beef' that I asked you to put in the refrigerator yesterday."

"Okay!"

Zhou Tian quickly brought out a large piece of meat wrapped in oil paper from the kitchen.

The moment the meat was taken out, the air in the entire courtyard changed.

An indescribable fragrance, mixed with rich spiritual energy, instantly spread throughout the air.

That wasn't just ordinary meaty aroma; the fragrance penetrated deep into your very being, arousing your most primal appetite.

Wu De took a deep breath, feeling all 36,000 pores on his body open up, and even his sealed dantian began to loosen slightly.

"Master Chen... what kind of meat is this?" Zhou Tian held the piece of meat, his mouth practically watering.

"Oh, a couple of days ago some fat bird with no sense of propriety tried to fly in and peek, but it was shot down by the formation." Chu Chen said casually, "I thought it was quite fat, so I had Granny Liu clean it up. The meat was actually quite good."

Li Weiguo and Lin Jianguo exchanged a glance, both recalling the gray pigeon with human-like eyes from a few days ago.

Chu Chen ignored the shock of the crowd.

He instructed Zhou Tian to build a fire, skewer the "fat bird meat," and roast it over the fire.

The firewood used for the bonfire was chopped by Zhou Tian and his group, and it was already imbued with the spiritual energy of the Nine Dragons Locking Heaven Formation.

As the flames licked at it, the golden oil sizzled and dripped down, making the aroma even more intense.

In the courtyard, only the sounds of swallowing saliva could be heard.

Those few cowardly international spies who had just been righteously declaring their intention to go on a hunger strike now found their stomachs rumbling uncontrollably.

Their eyes were fixed on the piece of roasted meat, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down.

The belief in science teetered on the brink of collapse in the face of primal hunger and extreme temptation.

Zhao Tiansha stared, his eyes wide with disbelief.

As a martial arts master, his perception of spiritual energy far surpasses that of ordinary people.

He could clearly feel the pure energy contained within that piece of meat!

Let alone eating it, just smelling it makes me feel like my cultivation bottleneck is about to loosen!

This isn't meat at all!

This is clearly a walking, human-shaped elixir!

"No... I can't take it anymore..." A disciple from Xuanyao Valley's legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he faced the roasted meat. "Master, your unfilial disciple wants to eat meat!"

"Master Chen!" Another disciple rushed to Chu Chen, sobbing and crying, "I was wrong! I shouldn't have had any disloyalty! I'm willing to do manual labor! I'm willing to contribute to the construction of Qianlong Residence! Please... please, just give me a sip of meat soup!"

Chu Chen poked the nearly cooked meat with a bamboo skewer, tore off a small piece, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm, it tastes good."

He slowly said, "There's only so much meat; it's just enough to reward the student who showed the most progressive thinking and the most active participation in labor today."

The voice just fell.

"Reporting to Advisor Chu!"

Zhao Tiansha suddenly stood up, his speed unlike that of an old man whose martial arts had been crippled.

He pointed to a junior brother beside him who was still hesitating and righteously exposed him.

"Him! Junior Brother Wang! His thoughts are impure! Yesterday I saw him with my own eyes transfer the five hundred yuan he had hidden in the sole of his shoe into his underwear! This is a blatant provocation against labor reform! He still has a secret stash of money! He hasn't completely severed ties with his past self!"

The junior brother Wang, who was identified, turned pale instantly.

The audience was silent.

Everyone looked at Zhao Tiansha, who was speaking eloquently, with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

As expected of the Grand Elder.

That level of awareness is truly impressive!

To sell his junior brother for a meager living, he did so so smoothly and with such self-righteousness!

Chu Chen nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, Deputy Captain Zhao has a very high level of ideological awareness."

He tore off a large piece of juicy roasted meat and threw it to Zhao Tiansha.

"This is your reward."

Zhao Tiansha was overjoyed. Ignoring the heat, he held the piece of meat in both hands and wolfed it down, tears of humiliation, heartache, and happiness streaming down his face as he ate.

Really fragrant!

This scene completely shattered everyone's psychological defenses.

"I'm reporting this! Senior Brother Li was talking in his sleep last night and called you a little brat!"

"I've exposed him! Black Snake hid a miniature listening device inside his dentures!"

"Report! That guy called 'Eagle,' he has a tattoo on his butt; it's their organization's coded communication signal!"

In no time, complaints and accusations rose and fell in the courtyard.

In their struggle for a bite to eat, these once-powerful figures completely shed their pretenses, taking the concept of "involution" to its extreme.

Zhou Tian, ​​carrying a video camera, was filming enthusiastically, constantly shouting, "Great! Great! This is fantastic! This is the spirit our transformation base should have!"

Chu Chen ignored the group of "students" who were about to fight over their stutters.

He hugged his grandfather's arm and yawned.

"Grandpa, I'm sleepy, I want to go to sleep."

Lin Jianguo quickly picked him up and patted his back tenderly.

Chu Chen leaned on his grandfather's shoulder, watching the absurd farce unfolding in the yard, and muttered something under his breath.

"See, I told you so."

"High-end business battles often only require the most basic physical labor and a hearty meal of braised pork."

Standing to the side, Li Weiguo listened to these words and felt as if he had been shot in the knee.

Just then, the encrypted communicator on his waist suddenly vibrated.

After answering the call, he heard only one sentence, and his expression changed instantly.

He walked quickly to Lin Jianguo's side, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of urgency.

"Old Lin, it's Number One on the phone."

"He asked me to tell Advisor Chu..."

Li Weiguo glanced at Chu Chen, who was almost asleep, and swallowed hard.

"He said that the videotape...something happened to it."