Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter C.481 - 479: One Year Later, A Bountiful Harvest Scene_1

Chapter 481: Chapter 479: One Year Later, A Bountiful Harvest Scene_1

A year later, tremendous changes took place within the canyon.

The once deserted and empty area now had neatly arranged courtyards.

Each courtyard had seven wooden houses, surrounded by bamboo fences, with red roofs and white walls staggered in an aesthetically pleasing manner.

Twenty neighboring courtyards were collectively called a village.

The village was small, and the households consisted of former soldiers who were familiar with each other. They lived in harmony with their families, and the atmosphere was joyful.

Small markets were built between the villages, with a Medical Hall inside for the convenience of villagers to see a doctor, get medicine, or shop during their leisure time.

Every five villages were equipped with a school for the children to go to nearby.

Villages built along the streams had fish ponds and lotus pools.

The land for planting was divided into two categories: paddy fields and dry fields.

Lin Jinyu allowed the former soldiers to sign up according to their different strengths and take responsibility for planting different lands.

They grew crops, raised fish and shrimp, cultivated lotus roots, and planted vegetables.

The former soldiers were enthusiastic about participating in construction, farming, and raising fish and shrimp in the abundant Peach Blossom Land with a grateful heart.

One year later, the canyon was filled with a scene of a bumper harvest, and the grain stores were full.

Plump corn, wheat, and rice fields stretched as far as the eye could see.

Tomatoes, spinach, potatoes, and cucumbers grew vigorously.

Rapeseed flowers bloomed profusely, their fragrance intoxicating and the scenery delightful.

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed. The Little Prince was eight years old, and Su Qingluo was eleven years old.

The eleven-year-old girl had a graceful and elegant presence, with a natural air of heroism in her brows and eyes, not to be underestimated.

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Mystic Canyon, in a bamboo house.

The Little Prince arrived at his sister’s door with breakfast, calling for her and knocking on the door.

There was no movement inside.

The Little Prince turned sideways, pressed his ear to the door, and listened intently for a moment, his small face pouting, showing a hint of displeasure.

“Bang!”

He forcefully pushed open the door, stepped across the threshold, and entered the room, unsurprisingly seeing his sister sleeping soundly while lying on the table.

The table was filled with bottles and jars containing various newly developed spiritual medicines.

“Sister, wake up, it’s time for breakfast.”

With a concerned look in his bright, large eyes, the Little Prince vigorously shook his sister’s shoulder to wake her up.

“It’s morning.”

Lin Qingluo opened her eyes, stretched lazily, and couldn’t help but yawn.

“Sister, you stayed up late making medicine again. This will ruin your health in the long run.”

The Little Prince pouted unhappily, placed breakfast on the table, and skillfully took a comb to brush his sister’s hair.

His hands were nimble, deftly picking up strands of hair, twisting them into hairpins, tying them with ribbons, and letting the remaining long hair fall onto her shoulders, fluttering and smooth.

Lin Qingluo naturally straightened her back, waiting for him to finish brushing her hair. She washed her face with clean water and started eating with chopsticks.

She ate casually, pondering over the formulation of medicinal prescriptions while chewing, and thinking about which medicinal plants would be more appropriate.

“Sister, pay more attention while eating. It’s not good for your stomach to eat and think at the same time.”

Little Prince interrupted her unhappily.

“Xuan’er, aren’t you going to practice martial arts?”

Lin Qingluo came back to her senses, smiled, and blinked: “The early morning is the best time to work out. Practicing martial arts in the morning is twice as effective.”

“Since sister knows this, why do you stay up late and not go to bed early? You should wake up early and practice with Xuan’er.”

The Little Prince pouted, his small eyes filled with resentment.

“Uh, who made these buns? They’re delicious.”

Lin Qingluo smiled awkwardly, picked up a bun, and stuffed it into her mouth, using the opportunity to divert the topic.