Don't farm, cultivate immortality!

Perhaps because she was holding a sword today, she showed no intention of leaving get off work early, even though she was surrounded by villagers.

So... the sword is the true form after all?

After killing the tiger demon and waking up, the first thing she did was look for her sword.

A swordsman who can hold his sword with complete focus can overcome even the greatest difficulties; this is also a spiritual realm of swordsmanship.

As we admired this rare sight, the sky gradually darkened, and the day came to an end amidst the busy civil engineering work.

For the next few days, Miss Huai'an helped out at the construction site.

To be honest, Zhuang Xing didn't expect the efficiency to be so high.

Just two and a half days later, he and his mother received the news:

The new house is finished.

Although things like beds, cabinets, doors, and windows haven't been installed yet, the walls and roof are already assembled.

Chapter 15 Luxury Wooden House

"Is this...is this really my home?" Mother exclaimed.

Zhuang Xing thought the same thing as his mother, and he looked up at the brand-new wooden house in front of him.

It doesn't look rushed at all; it's quite beautiful.

Thanks to the master craftswoman Yan's superb cutting skills, the wooden boards she cuts are so neat and smooth that simply piecing together the Huai'an brand wooden boards creates a geometric aesthetic.

With its symmetrical layout and sharp lines, the sloping roof covered with straw resembles a delicate work of art.

The only flaw is the original earthen stove room. The tiger spirit only destroyed the bedroom, but the earthen stove room, which also served as the main room, was preserved. The newly built wooden house was an extension of the earthen stove room.

Combining the wooden house and the earthen stove in the appreciation of art creates a style reminiscent of Picasso.

However, it's not a big deal. Even with this minor flaw, the house still stands out from the other villagers' thatched huts.

They're not even in the same league; it's like building a luxury villa in a backward rural area.

If this house was built by Zhuang Xing himself, Zhuang Xing would definitely worry that other villagers would be envious.

There's an old saying that goes, "I'm not afraid of my brothers suffering, I'm afraid of my brothers driving Land Rovers."

Everyone else is poor, so why are you the only one who's rich?

Don't assume that people from the countryside are honest. They might praise you to your face, but they might talk badly about you behind your back.

Jealousy is an emotion most likely to occur between neighbors and relatives.

Everyone was doing just fine, living together in thatched huts. Why did you suddenly become rich and lucky enough to move into a villa?

If you can stay here, why can't I?

What kind of prince will Xiangning?

Who knows, one day someone might get jealous and secretly set a fire to steal a ticket.

However, there's no need to worry about that right now.

After all, this house wasn't just inhabited by the poor neighbors of the villagers, but also by the "kind-hearted demon slayer."

After seeing the tiger demon's corpse and taking a stroll through the Yellow Pine Forest, you should understand that some people are not to be trifled with.

Zhuang Xing glanced at the onlookers. They were standing far away, and in their eyes, Zhuang Xing only saw a trace of envy and respectful distance, not jealousy.

Besides, this house wasn't free. The price we paid for this new house was that Zhuang Xing and his mother almost died in the mouth of that tiger demon.

If he had a choice, Zhuang Xing would rather he and his mother had never encountered that man-eating monster and continued living in the thatched hut with his mother.

At that time, he truly felt he was going to die. If the female knight had arrived even a moment later, his mother and he would have turned into the tiger spirit's excrement.

That being said...

This beautiful house will be my home from now on, hehe.

Zhuang Xing was very happy and clapped his hands.

The village chief led Yan Huai'an and his mother inside for a tour, and they were surprised to find that the wooden house even had a wooden floor.

My mother tiptoed, her shoes covered in mud, leaving a black footprint with every step. She seemed a little embarrassed.

It's your own home, relax, Mom.

"We had a lot of timber left, so we raised the floor inside the house by one layer so it wouldn't flood when it rains," the village chief said to Yan Huai'an, rubbing his hands together.

He smiled obsequiously, his attitude towards Yan Huai'an evolving from "respect" to "cautiousness," indicating that he was genuinely afraid that Yan Huai'an would suddenly become his "ancestor."

However, fortune favors the bold.

By keeping Yan Huai'an alive, the village can absorb the remaining value of the tiger demon with minimal risk.

Even if we don't expect Yan Huai'an to bring any benefits to the village, the village's safety index will rise sharply just because she stayed.

Who doesn't want to sleep soundly at night?

But if you want to sleep peacefully, you first need to find a way to attract the demon hunter to stay.

This place is a poor and remote area with nothing special or local products that are worth mentioning. All the village chief can do is try his best to take good care of the adults.

Stepping over that threshold, you enter the wooden house.

There are two rooms in the wooden house. The larger and more spacious one is naturally prepared for the demon hunter. There is also a smaller one next door, which is Zhuang Xing's and his mother's bedroom. His mother's bedroom is directly connected to the kitchen.

A middle-aged man with a stubble beard was leading several young men in making a bed in a large room.

This is a technical job. The middle-aged man uses a carpenter's square and ink line to measure the dimensions of the wooden board, while several young men, under his direction, work hard to push the plane and give the Yan Huai'an brand wooden board a more refined treatment.

Judging from the bed legs that have already been ordered, the village chief seems to be planning to build a luxurious bed for the demon hunter so that he can lie on it and roll around.

The village chief must think that bigger is better; his aesthetic sense is really outdated.

Although it's old-fashioned, the village chief clearly put a lot of thought into the layout of the house.

The house faces south and is situated in a sunny location. Today, the sun is shining brightly, and large swathes of sunlight are streaming in through the open windows, making the house very bright. Basking in the sun has improved my mood considerably.

After walking around with his mother for a while, Zhuang Xing discovered that they had tied a rooster up in the yard.

Upon seeing someone approaching, the rooster crowed loudly.

"Giggle!"

What's wrong with this chicken?

Why do you, walking towards me, make me so restless?

"This rooster has been tied up in the yard for five days," the village chief said. "For the past five days, it has been crowing as usual. Zhu He, this means your luck has turned around and you are about to have good fortune."

"The village chief is joking," Mother replied.

I see, it turns out it's a feng shui-testing chicken.

Animals are more sensitive than humans in some senses. If a chicken tied up in the yard suddenly becomes listless, it means that something is probably wrong with the place.

It seems that although the villagers don't have any great skills, they still have some traditional methods to detect good or bad fortune.

The tour was almost over. Yan Huai'an nodded, offering no suggestions for modification.

Two days later, which was also the fifth day after the tiger spirit's first seven days, Zhuang Xing moved back to his new home.

Overall, the interior of the house still appears somewhat rough and empty.

Carpenters in the countryside can't make any exquisite handicrafts; their main selling point is practicality and sturdiness.

Compared to Yan Huai'an's large bed, his mother's bed looked very shabby, and the difference in treatment was quite obvious. His mother's room didn't even have a cabinet, but the good news was that they had made a crib for Zhuang Xing.

A small crib, nearly a meter long, was enclosed on all four sides (east, south, west, and north) with guardrails. Blankets and quilts were laid out on the crib, making it so small and adorable.

Zhuang Xing lay on his bed and turned over.

He was very satisfied with his new bed, which was much bigger than the old bamboo basket bed, and he no longer felt cramped or restricted.

Zhuang Xing was rolling around on the new bed when he suddenly heard the sound of sword practice. He perked up, put his hands on the bed rail, and tried to stand on tiptoe to look outside.

From the window, he saw Miss Huai'an practicing her sword in the courtyard. The sky outside was overcast, and fluffy white snowflakes were falling one by one.

Miss Huai'an, with her hair tied up and dressed in gray casual clothes, was practicing sword dancing in the snow. The courtyard was covered with a thin layer of white snow, but not a single strand of her hair was stained with snow.

At the same time, the smell of charcoal fire wafted into my nose. My mother was cooking in the kitchen. It was almost noon, and wisps of smoke could be seen rising from the rooftops of many village houses.

Despite not seeing the sun today, Zhuang Xing felt at peace and tranquil.

He lay down, and the image of the female warrior slaying the tiger demon with her stunning sword flashed before his eyes.

He waved his little hand, and for some reason, he suddenly felt very happy.

Chapter 16 Fragile Items (Please continue reading)

It snowed lightly for several days in a row, and the sun didn't come out.

Zhuang Xing felt deeply that winter had arrived, and the days were getting colder and colder.

When the temperature drops, he just wants to stay in bed and do nothing.

According to the theorem explained by the physics teacher, molecules only move when it's hot, but once it gets cold, they huddle together for warmth and don't like to wander around.

People are the same; when it gets cold, they don't want to move.

Not only Zhuang Xing didn't want to move, but his mother and Miss Huai'an felt the same way.

Most of the time, the three of them stayed indoors.

Every morning, Miss Huai'an would practice her swordplay in the courtyard for a while.

Since moving here, she hasn't missed a single day of sword practice.

Regardless of whether it snows that day or not, she would take her sword and go to the courtyard after breakfast.

The time was unpredictable. Sometimes she would practice for an entire morning until her mother called her back for lunch, at which point she would rest. But on other days, she would go back to her room early.

It depends on whether Zhuang Xing is awake in the morning. Usually, she will come back soon after Zhuang Xing makes her first cry in the morning.

Perhaps fearing that her mother would notice something, Zhuang Xing would not enter the house immediately after waking up. Each time, she would pretend to do a couple more sets of rituals in the yard before coming in.

She seems to care a lot about what others think of her, especially first impressions.