Don't farm, cultivate immortality!

They arrived at the innermost large room, where Zhuang Xing turned on the nightlight and opened the only window to let in some fresh air.

The soft light illuminated the room, which was so dirty that it felt uncomfortable to look at.

Zhuang Xing covered his and the panda's faces with gauze and picked up a broom to sweep away the dust.

The dust that had accumulated from being sealed away for so long was stirred up at this moment. Following his instructions, the pandas picked up rags one by one and wiped the blue bricks on the ground in rhythm with him.

There's nothing in this house; its biggest feature is its size. Even with the panda's help, cleaning it is still a lot of work.

It took more than an hour to sweep the dust off the ground, and dust had also accumulated on the roof beams.

Zhuang Xing couldn't reach that high place, so he had the panda climb up to the wood and use a feather duster to remove the spider webs and other things.

The little guys are very agile at high places, and places that are difficult for Zhuang Xing to clean are a piece of cake for them.

After a morning's work, we finally finished cleaning this room.

Zhuang Xing looked at the ground with satisfaction. The blue bricks looked much more comfortable after being swept clean. The dust and mud that had been pressed into the corners of the walls and roof tiles were also cleaned off by the pandas. However, the little guys had become dirty, and the color of their fur was noticeably duller.

I'll give them a bath later.

He wiped himself down with a towel and then took the panda to eat.

Along the way, they were surrounded by many people, and the five little pandas attracted a lot of attention.

Compared to yesterday, they are more relaxed today and less afraid of people.

In the afternoon, Zhuang Xing decided to make a bed himself.

He took the panda to the back mountain to cut down timber.

With his sword energy, cutting down trees to make a bed would be an extremely simple matter.

He felled ten pine trees and whittled them into squares and planks.

"Can you move it? Won't it get crushed?"

"Once you're full, you'll be able to move it."

Zhuang Xing watched as the pandas carried the timber on their backs. Three of them carried a single timber, and two carried a single plank, transporting the materials away.

The little panda was much more capable than Zhuang Xing had imagined; with such a small body, it carried such a large piece of wood on its back.

Seeing this, Zhuang Xing also carried the timber and planks and followed the panda back.

The panda watched his figure, seemingly thinking he was very capable of carrying so much.

They made four or five trips to move all the timber back into the house.

Then, the beds were put together.

Carpenters of this era did not use nails; they used mortise and tenon joints, which ensured sturdiness without nails. In fact, assembling them was similar to building with blocks.

Zhuang Xing wasn't too concerned about the appearance of the bed; after all, it was his own bed, and as long as it was comfortable, that was enough.

He and the panda put together a wooden bed by themselves.

Because the dimensions weren't prepared in advance, the bed was assembled to be quite large, even larger than a typical double bed.

Even with a bed in the room, it still felt spacious.

The remaining space is perfect for planning a bathroom, as well as cabinets and such.

He spread the sheet on the bed. Because the size was different, the sheet didn't cover the entire bed, but it was enough for sleeping.

After that, they began to repair the bricks and tiles.

He had the panda carry the tiles up to the roof to check which tiles were loose or cracked, and replace any loose or cracked tiles.

The drafty wall was temporarily covered with mud, just enough to stop the ghostly wailing.

By the time everything was finished, it was already dark, and it was snowing outside. Zhuang Xing swept the sawdust outside and built a small stove out of stones in the room that hadn't been cleaned yet.

He didn't waste the remaining wood scraps; he used them as firewood.

Under the small stove, the firewood crackled and popped, the firelight drawing a circle in the darkness. Zhuang Xing placed the firewood pot filled with snow on the stove and took out some dry cakes to share with the panda.

Five pandas gathered around the fire, warming themselves and eating with him.

"You've done a lot of work today, thank you for your hard work."

Is this what working is all about?

"Yes, do you feel tired?"

"It's not as tiring as when we were looking for food in the mountains."

"Once the house is all set up, there will be less work to do."

"really?"

"real."

"Great!"

The snow water melted in the pot and turned into hot water.

Zhuang Xing poured hot water into the wooden tub, waited for the water to cool to a suitable temperature, then caught the pandas and gave them a bath.

They were a little afraid of water and would hide here and there, but none of them could escape Zhuang Xing's grasp.

Zhuang Xing reacted quickly, grabbing the pandas by their tails and pulling them up. He quickly threw all five pandas into the bucket.

The bucket was large enough to hold all five of them.

After soaking in hot water for a while, they stopped hiding and instead comfortably closed their eyes, making purring sounds.

Pandas don't know how to start a fire, and they've never taken a hot bath before; this is their first time.

Zhuang Xing scrubbed and washed them, removing all the mud and dust from their bodies. Then he took them out and used a wind-blowing talisman and a fire talisman as hair dryers to dry their fur.

Before long, five clean and tidy red pandas appeared before Zhuang Xing, looking brand new.

"Alright, that's enough for today." Zhuang Xing extinguished the flame. "Go to sleep if you're tired. I'm going to take a shower in the woodshed and I'll be back in a bit."

The pandas wanted to go with him, but they had just finished washing them clean, and if they went out, wouldn't they get dirty again?

Zhuang Xing left them in the cleaned room and put them on the bed, while he took his change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

This place is quite far from the residential area, and he was exposed to cold winds the whole way back and forth.

After a busy day, even he felt a little tired.

When I got back to the bedroom and opened the door, the five little guys poked their heads out.

When Zhuang Xing left, they seemed to be waiting for him to return.

The house was originally very large, but with five pandas inside, it didn't feel empty or lonely.

It was a quiet snowy night, with the sounds of falling snow and wind echoing in Zhuang Xing's ears.

He bent down and picked up Shoumu. The red panda's fur was a little stiffer than a cat's fur, but it wasn't prickly.

Wherever he went, the pandas followed, and all five pandas went to bed with him.

Zhuang Xing lay down on the bed and lifted a corner of the quilt. "If you feel cold, come into the quilt."

The panda glanced at his face, then, huddled up, crawled inside.

"Your Majesty, how are cakes made?"

"It's made from flour."

What is flour?

"It's flour made from wheat."

"Oh."

Did you understand?

"do not know."

Zhuang Xing felt the warmth around his hands and feet. He thought that with so many little ones living here, the house shouldn't be too lonely.

Chapter 155 How could he be so dejected?

When Zhuang Xing woke up, he felt a heavy weight pressing on his chest.

A red panda was fast asleep, lying on top of him, its fluffy tail wrapping around its body. It was sleeping soundly, while Zhuang Xing was feeling a bit suffocated by its weight.

The panda is quite heavy. He felt it yesterday when he carried it to take a bath. Although it is not as heavy as his three-year-old sister, it is at least much heavier than chickens and ducks.

However, he could feel the pandas' body temperature. In the dead of winter, he was only covered with a layer of rough silk quilt, but the five pandas huddled together with him, keeping each other warm, and he didn't feel cold at all.

Come to think of it, it was Zhuang Xing who rubbed against the panda's fur. He didn't have any fur to keep warm. Although cultivators are not afraid of the cold, it's not that they can't feel it.

Those who cultivate themselves need to eat and drink well and have sufficient true qi to be unafraid of the cold. In fact, they are simply using true qi to keep warm, just like when a person is cold, they run around and move around, sweat, and their body will gradually warm up. The principle is similar.

If you don't use your true qi to keep warm, you can only rely on your physical constitution to tough it out. You might not have any problems for a while, but you'll still get sick from the cold in the long run.

He really wanted a cotton coat and a cotton quilt. The quilt he was using now was filled with scraps left over from making cloth, plus some reeds and hay.

It is quite heavy, but its heating effect is rather limited.

Most families could only afford to use such a blanket to cover themselves.

The "cloth quilt" in the poem refers to the kind of quilt he was wearing. His quilt was of good quality and not so hard as to be "iron," but for some poor families, the quilt was really hard as a rock in the depths of winter, like a big piece of rye bread.

Compared to that, Zhuangxing has five pandas huddled together, and that feeling is truly different.

He carefully reached out and rubbed the panda's belly; it was warm and soft.

The panda slept soundly without any wariness. Even when he rubbed it a couple of times, it didn't open its eyes, but simply turned over and changed its position.

I guess she's awake, but she doesn't want to move at all.

Winter makes you want to stay in bed and spend your whole life in your blankets.

But the new house is in dire need of renovation. Yesterday, I spent the whole day cleaning out one room and managed to get a bed ready.

There are so many things I haven't done yet, how can I sleep soundly here!

Zhuang Xing, Zhuang Xing, how could you be so dejected?

That being said...