One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

The sweet and refreshing juice melted on her tongue, and she squinted her golden eyes with satisfaction.

Just as I was enjoying watching the show...

"Plop, plop."

A series of light footsteps came from outside the cave.

Immediately afterwards, an old hedgehog wearing small round glasses and a red vest swaggered in.

With its two front paws behind its back, Bai Shoushan looked exactly like an old cadre inspecting his territory.

"Grandpa, are you watching a play?"

Bai Shoushan moved closer to the soft couch and immediately spotted the fruit on the plate.

Liu Tianxian paused the tablet, sat up straight, and looked at Bai Shoushan:

"Xiaoshan, have all the patrolling kids outside been settled in?"

Don't worry!

Bai Shoushan took a big bite of the persimmon and reported indistinctly:

"For the past month, our Bai family's security team has guarded the core area of ​​Changbai Mountain like an iron barrel."

"Let alone strangers, even if a wild pheasant we've never seen before suddenly appears in the woods, we can trace its lineage back three generations."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

Liu Tianxian nodded.

Since the mysterious disappearance of spirits in Northeast China a month ago, the alert level in Changbai Mountain has been raised to the highest level.

However, over this period of time, the thief who made the move in secret seems to have completely disappeared, and there has been no further disturbance.

"Guan's sister wrote that Gao Lian sent people from his company to search the surrounding area for a long time, but they found nothing."

Bai Shoushan twitched his beard.

"I reckon those petty thieves who stole livestock must have heard of your great reputation as an ancestor who transformed into a dragon, and they were so scared that they bought standing tickets and ran away overnight."

Liu Tianxian listened to the old hedgehog's flattery but ignored it, only reaching out to tidy up the stray hairs by her ear.

"We must not let our guard down. Those people are secretive and clean; they are definitely not ordinary poachers."

She stood up and looked at the snow falling heavily outside.

"The snow outside the pass looks white and clean, but there's a lot of mud hidden underneath."

Just then.

A noise came from outside the cave.

Deng Youfu, wearing a thick down jacket, walked in carrying two large insulated boxes.

"Ancestor, Master Bai."

Deng Youfu patted the snowflakes off his clothes and greeted him very respectfully.

"Lucky you! What brings you up here in this snow? Didn't we say we wouldn't need to deliver supplies for the next two weeks?"

Bai Shoushan went to meet them, but his eyes were fixed on the two boxes.

Deng Youfu smiled, put the box down, and opened the lid.

A rich aroma of food immediately wafted out.

"The temperature has dropped sharply recently. My great-grandmother was worried that our ancestors wouldn't be used to the bland food in the mountains, so she specially asked a restaurant down the mountain to stew two big pots of pork ribs and green beans, as well as authentic sweet and sour pork."

As Deng Youfu brought out boxes of steaming hot food, he also took out several large bags of snacks and drinks from another box.

"These are nuts and carrot sticks for you, Mr. Bai, and your brothers."

"Girl Guan is so thoughtful!"

Bai Shoushan was overjoyed and quickly called over a few little hedgehogs to help carry things.

Liu Tianxian turned around and looked at the table full of delicious-looking cooked food.

The taste of the food reminded her of the day at the farmhouse restaurant down the mountain, when a Taoist priest in white robes was seen eating a big bone from a bowl with a rough and uncouth manner.

"Thank you for your trouble."

Liu Tianxian walked back to the table, picked up her chopsticks, and took a piece of pork rib.

The ribs were stewed until very tender and had a rich, savory sauce, but Liu Tianxian raised her eyebrows slightly after taking a bite.

"Grandfather, is it not to your liking?" Deng Youfu asked quickly upon seeing this.

"Not really."

Liu Tianxian put down her chopsticks and said softly:

"I just feel that the ribs are missing something... a bit of the smoky flavor."

Deng Youfu was taken aback.

The atmosphere of everyday life?

Bai Shoushan, who was standing next to him, perked up his ears when he heard this.

A knowing glint flashed in its tiny, bean-like eyes.

The old hedgehog sidled up to Liu Tianxian, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of mischief:

"Grandmother, you don't mean to say the ribs aren't tasty."

"You miss that Taoist priest who could generate electricity, don't you?"

Liu Tianxian paused slightly in the hand holding the chopsticks.

She turned her head, her golden eyes fixed on Bai Shoushan, her tone calm:

"Xiaoshan, do you think the snow outside isn't cold enough, and you want to hibernate in a pit for a hundred or two hundred years?"

"Oh my goodness! I'm going to patrol the mountains!"

Bai Shoushan trembled with fear when he saw the look in his ancestor's eyes.

It picked up a few bags of nuts, and with its four short legs moving quickly, it darted out of the cave.

He ran with such speed and agility.

Watching the old hedgehog flee in panic.

Liu Tianxian shook her head helplessly.

She turned her gaze back to the window.

Deep within that vast, white snowfield, the wind still howls.

"Zhang Tianyi..."

Liu Tianxian silently repeated the name in her heart.

She subconsciously reached out and touched her chest.

There, the heart meridians, nourished by the thunderous energy, still radiated a comforting warmth even in such bitterly cold weather.

"This fierce wind in Beijing probably isn't as cold as the wind in my Changbai Mountain."

She picked up the warm tea on the table, murmured something under her breath, and then picked up the tablet again.

"Forget it, watching dramas is more interesting."

Chapter 465 The Highest Level of Wasting Resources

In early winter in Beijing, the temperature difference between day and night is already quite chilly.

In the early morning at Xishan Manor, a thin layer of white frost hangs on the ground.

Zhang Tianyi, dressed in casual clothes and holding a purple clay teapot, was strolling leisurely under the pillars.

As he walked, he took a small sip of hot tea from the spout of the teapot, exuding the leisurely air of a centenarian carrying a birdcage.

"Click, splash—"

A strange sound came from the flower bed in the corner of the yard.

Zhang Tianyi stopped and followed the sound.

Feng Baobao was squatting in the mud, her sleeves rolled up high, revealing her fair arms.

She held a small brush in her left hand and a large wine bottle in her right.

This thing is a treasure even if it were placed in the British Museum.

At this moment, Feng Baobao is using it as a bucket.

She was holding a brush, scrubbing the shovel that had been with her for many years with great concentration.

The wooden handle of the shovel struck the edge of the gold cup, producing a clear clanging sound.

"Bao'er, what are you doing?"

Zhang Tianyi walked over with the teapot in his hand, and his eyes twitched slightly as he watched this scene.

Feng Baobao didn't even look up, brushing with extra effort.

"Maintenance tools, you know."

Her tone was flat and matter-of-fact:

"I haven't used a shovel for a long time, and it's almost rusted. I'll use this gold basin to hold water and wash it clean."

"Moreover, the opening of this basin is large, and the shovel can be inserted just right, which is very convenient."

Using a pure gold treasure from hundreds of years ago as a washbasin?

If those collectors who spend lavishly at auctions saw this, they'd probably have a heart attack on the spot.

Zhang Tianyi not only did not stop him, but nodded with considerable appreciation.

"That's right, things are made for people to use. But you shouldn't use this thing for meals anymore. Go to the storeroom and pick out a better one."

"oh oh."