The Zhang Family was not large.
There was one main house with side rooms on the left and right, enclosing a small courtyard in the middle. A family of five lived there.
Though the sparrow was small, it had all its vital organs. Everything in front of and behind the house was neat and spotless. A large peach tree had been planted in one corner of the courtyard, its luxuriant branches laden with green fruit, a truly delightful sight.
Because the indoor space was limited, Madam Zhang set out a table and chairs in the small courtyard, bringing out the food and wine she had prepared to entertain Wang Chen.
She and the three children ate inside instead.
"Fellow Cultivator Wang."
Zhang Mushan personally poured Wang Chen a cup of spirit wine and asked with concern, "Have you been well lately? Have you run into any trouble?"
"I've been well."
Wang Chen smiled. "I have to thank Fellow Cultivator Zhang for looking after me."
Wang Chen was not merely being polite. Without Zhang Mushan vouching for him, he would not even have been qualified to build a house and reclaim land outside Feixu Valley.
Moreover, thanks to Zhang Mushan's connections, he had avoided quite a few troubles.
Among the cultivators of Feixu Camp, those who were truly kind-hearted were few and far between.
"You needn't stand on ceremony."
Zhang Mushan said sincerely, "You saved my son. My family will never forget such a debt of gratitude!"
He had two daughters and one son. Zhang Zhuanghu was the youngest, and the most doted on by the couple.
Both Zhang Mushan and his wife were Purple Mansion cultivators. Cultivators already had a harder time producing offspring than ordinary people, and after giving birth to three children, Madam Zhang had damaged the foundation