Don't farm, cultivate immortality!

Oh my god, this is so touching.

All that effort to act cute wasn't for nothing; it even earned my family a new house.

Indeed, this is a world that judges by appearance; good looks are everything.

...

At noon, Mother ran into the house and picked up Zhuangxing.

“Miss Yan is our great benefactor,” Mother said happily. “We must find a way to repay her in the future.”

That makes sense. Yan Huai'an not only saved her and her son's lives, but also gave her a new house. He is not only a benefactor, but also a benefactor.

The frown that had been on her face for the past few days finally eased, and she gave Zhuangxing a quick kiss on the cheek.

Zhuang Xing was also happy and clapped his hands in celebration.

In the afternoon, Zhuang Xing resorted to his old tricks again, clinging to Miss Huai'an once more.

The village chief gathered several men from the village and immediately discussed the matter of rebuilding the house with his mother.

Because a room needed to be arranged for Lord Yan, the village chief carefully supervised the construction team, urging them not to be careless.

After discussing it for an afternoon, they finally finalized the plan.

Miss Huai'an glanced at it and nodded. Zhuang Xing felt that she didn't care about this at all. She had been teasing him all afternoon. Where would she find the time to think about other things?

She probably doesn't care whether the house is well-built or not; she just wants more time to spend with her only "friend."

What to do? Miss Huai'an's only close friend is actually a three-month-old baby.

She's so easy to fool. I always feel like I can ask her to pay me a monthly "friendship fee" and make her hand over all the money she has.

Miss Yan Huai'an, you wouldn't want your friend to break off your friendship, would you...?

Things started to take a strange turn.

How did I, such a great heroine, turn into the silly Miss Huai'an?

No, that's not how I should say it. That's just how she is.

However, if she didn't possess exceptional martial arts skills, who knows how badly she would have been deceived.

Zhuang Xing could almost picture a bad man yelling at her:

"Stupid woman, use your body to make money for me! What other value do you have besides that!"

Chilling!

We must protect Miss Huai'an's purity and keep her away from bad men.

Consider it repaying a debt of gratitude; I will protect Miss Huai'an's happiness!

I'm a bit tired, but since things have come to this, I'll take a nap first.

...

Three days after that conversation, the reconstruction of the new house began in full swing. My mother was very concerned about it, as was Zhuang Xing.

After all, this matter is directly related to him, and he cares a lot about his future quality of life.

Yan Huai'an seemed eager to move out. The village chief's family was quite large, which probably made her uncomfortable, especially before the house was completed. The village chief would often come to see her. Two days later, she offered to go to the site to help.

Zhuang Xing was very curious about how Miss Huai'an would apply her martial arts skills to civil engineering.

What followed opened his eyes.

"Lord Yan, this is it." The village chief led Yan Huai'an to a grove of yellow pine trees.

Yan Huai'an nodded and drew his sword.

The mother and the construction team stood at a distance, while the village chief and the old hunter watched. Although they knew that Yan Huai'an had killed the tiger demon, apart from Zhuang Xing, no one else witnessed the scene, and no one had a concrete idea of ​​Yan Huai'an's strength.

The next sword strike made everyone realize who stood before them.

No one saw Yan Huai'an's sword clearly. When they finally reacted, they heard a dense, rain-like sound of collapsing trees. One after another, the yellow pines fell down, their roots cut clean as a sheet.

With a single sword strike, Yan Huai'an severed nearly half of the yellow pine forest.

Zhuang Xing clapped his hands; he was extremely excited.

Yan Huai'an glanced at him, then, after a moment of preparation, swung his sword again, as if deliberately showing it off to him. The second sword strike was even more dazzling, with the blowing snow coating the sword energy with a layer of silver light. This sword strike was clearly a display of skill.

Zhuang Xing was filled with excitement. He waved his empty hand and imitated the gesture. His eyes were shining, but he didn't notice that a snowflake was quietly shattering in front of him.

Chapter 14 New Home

The wind from the sword stopped, the falling snow settled, and Yan Huai'an sheathed his sword.

Her second sword strike did not cut down any more yellow pines, but instead trimmed the trunks that were already lying on the ground.

If the first sword strike is "strength," then the second sword strike is "skill."

Her second sword strike split into dozens of blades, like a school of fish, slicing off parts of the tree canopy.

Now there are dozens of logs on the ground, and Yan Huai'an's logging efficiency is nothing short of superhuman.

If she were to appear in Bear Ridge, Bald Qiang would definitely be fired. With her efficiency, if she really took action, she could probably drive King Gigi and his friends out of the forest in half a day.

If this were placed in a two-dimensional game where the main theme is "having nothing better to do," the character Yan Huai'an would definitely be a player-created supermodel... well, a violent character that exceeds the standard model. Mom will never have to worry about her baby running out of wood again.

Perhaps the swordsmen of this world could unite and start a timber supply company.

However, upon closer examination, Zhuang Xing felt that the plan was not very feasible, since not every swordsman is a supermodel.

With so many supermodels, the men who work as housewives should have been out of a job long ago.

Judging from the reactions of the village chief and the old hunter, Miss Huai'an's swordsmanship must be extraordinary.

Both elders stared wide-eyed at Huang Songlin.

The old hunter reacted the most strongly. He stared at the smooth tree roots for a long time, then looked at his calloused hands and sighed deeply.

There are differences between people, sometimes as great as heaven and earth. He must be thinking about this now. Zhuang Xing felt that he had aged several years in an instant.

When Zhuang Xing saw two almost completely opposite examples—a hunter living in the countryside and a female knight-errant who hunted down a tiger demon alone—he felt a strange sense of wonder.

I don't know how to describe this feeling. It's like being doused with cold water, and my excitement suddenly calmed down.

Looking at the old hunter's wrinkled face, Zhuang Xing felt a little empty inside.

He wondered if he really possessed "talent".

He became hesitant not only about his swordsmanship skills, but also about everything else.

When adults ask children whether they want to go to Tsinghua University or Peking University, the children usually choose one without thinking and then loudly proclaim that they want to be a scientist or an astronaut in the future.

When you are a child, you have unlimited possibilities. You feel that you can become anyone you want to be. But as you grow up, you will find that some things cannot be achieved by effort alone.

No matter how hard you push yourself, you just can't solve a math problem.

With enough effort, even an iron pestle can be ground into a needle, but the prerequisite is that it must be an iron pestle. If it is a wooden stick, it can only become a toothpick at most.

However... if you don't sharpen it, an iron pestle will never become a needle.

Zhuang Xing felt he should give it a try; what if it worked?

In terms of life experience, he is already ahead of all his peers, so there's no reason for him to be discouraged.

The conflicting thoughts suddenly cleared up, and with this relief, Zhuang Xing yawned.

Do what's appropriate for your age. At his age, he can still sleep well.

Never mind the consequences, let's go to sleep!

...

When Zhuang Xing woke up, he heard shouts.

He opened his eyes and saw rows of rolling logs.

The construction team arranged by the village chief is transporting the yellow pine logs that Yan Huai'an cut down. They lay the logs horizontally on the ground and roll them forward like tires.

By now, the main group had all returned to the village, and Zhuang Xing estimated that he had slept for more than an hour.

He was lying in his swaddling clothes, being held by his mother.

Beside her, the village chief instructed a woman: "Wang Sanpo, go from house to house and ask around. Tell them that Lord Yan has been kind enough to cut timber for us. If anyone is short of firewood, they can go to the Yellow Pine Forest and pick up some scraps to take home. It's free."

Zhuang Xing noticed that the village chief's attitude towards Yan Huai'an had become more cautious and respectful, and even mentioned that it was "Lord Yan's good intentions."

This is essentially the village chief flattering Lord Yan, while also reminding the villagers that if they don't want to end up like those yellow pine trees, they should behave themselves and not provoke Lord Yan.

Having witnessed such a scene, the village chief was probably worried that, if he wasn't careful, Lord Yan might turn into an "ancestor" and start filming a "rural version of The Boys" on the spot.

But Zhuang Xing wanted to say that the village chief was overthinking it. She wasn't helping to chop firewood for those false reputations; she just wanted to move as soon as possible to a less crowded place so she wouldn't be bothered by him every day.

Miss Huai'an was really enthusiastic; in addition to chopping wood, she even helped whittle planks.

Not far away was Zhuang Xing and his mother's home, now reduced to ruins. Miss Huai'an stood in that small courtyard, holding a sword and whittling wooden planks.

It exudes "craftsmanship spirit" at first glance; with some subtitles, it could easily be labeled as a "craftsman" with a century-old tradition.

Judging from this progress, Zhuang Xing will be able to go home in a few days.

He was somewhat happy, but the feeling of being dependent on others still made him uncomfortable.

Actually, life at the village chief's house was not bad. As far as he was concerned, his living conditions were no different from before. It was just that he didn't like his mother being bossed around.

The village chief kindly took them in, so Mother should help with some chores.

Although that makes sense, seeing my mother working so hard every day to serve tea and water, do laundry and sweep the floor still makes me feel a little annoyed.

He didn't blame anyone, but he longed to grow up quickly so he could help his mother with some of the burden.

A grand vision is in my heart, but alas, I have no rice to cook it...

Zhuang Xing could only stand by and watch as the construction team, with the help of powerful external support, quickly built the basic structure of the house.

Soon after, a crowd of onlookers gradually gathered.

The villagers had never seen a female warrior switch careers to civil engineering. If this scene were set in modern times, it would probably garner millions of likes from netizens.

There's nothing special about it; it's simply a matter of practice makes perfect.

Miss Huai'an's swordsmanship is truly superb; she can shave a wooden board as if it were being processed in batches by a cutting machine.