Harvest

Li Banfeng sat in Jade Emerald Pavilion, staring blankly into space. Jiang Ling'er stood beside him, her face slightly flushed and full of grievance, not knowing what she had done wrong.

Zhao Xiaowan poured Li Banfeng a cup of tea and quietly advised Jiang Ling'er, "Sister, Husband is a man who cares about face. We can't speak so bluntly."

Jiang Ling'er lowered her head. "But his technique really is poor."

Li Banfeng picked up the Clay Figure he had just made. "Some of my techniques may be lacking, but they're not as unbearable as you say. Take this Clay Figure—it has a nose and eyes, arms and legs. Tell me, what's bad about it? Wife, give me a fair word!"

Wife took the Clay Figure and examined it carefully for quite a while before stammering, "This Clay Figure... th-this is a person, right? This Clay Figure, it... it's quite rounded..."

Jiang Ling'er snorted. "Isn't it just a lump of mud? Of course it's rounded."

Hong Ying snapped at Jiang Ling'er, "Why are you being so thoughtless? Xiao Wan was helping you speak up. When Seventh Son brings out the family discipline later, don't cry."

Jiang Ling'er brought over a Cloth Puppet. "Look, this is what real skill looks like."

Li Banfeng took the Cloth Puppet. This type of puppet had a wooden head and limbs, with a body made from cloth. The performer could slip a hand into the cloth bag and control the puppet's movements.

"You sewed this?" Li Banfeng dismissed it. "You're a Garment Cultivator. It's only natural that you know how to make this."

Jiang Ling'er shook her head. "I didn't sew it. She did. Her handiwork was truly good."

Li Banfeng froze. "Who was she?"

"The person who lived here before. She was an old woman.