Seventh Son's Birth, Lion Aspect Iron Head Skill

Xian He walked forward carrying a sack, completely unaware that someone had already set their sights on him.

Most of the Public Security Patrol had been redeployed to maintain order for the Azure Light Competition.

With the bothersome patrol team gone, Xiao Hou felt emboldened to carry out his assassination mission.

Xiao Hou hadn't known Xian He before, but he'd gotten to know him during yesterday's intense match.

The referee had been shouting so loudly that he could hear him from outside the arena; it was hard not to recognize him.

"Kid, be on your way!" Xiao Hou emerged sneakily from an alley, clutching a Poisoned Dagger up his sleeve.

Poison and daggers were an assassin's favorite tools; poison could kill targets faster, and daggers were small and easy to conceal without being detected.

If only I were an Obsidian-level Martial Artist, he thought, I could launch True Qi projectiles from a distance, harming people invisibly.

Xiao Hou crept forward, step by step, towards Xian He.

Just as he was about to bare his fangs like a viper, someone walked towards him, also carrying a sack.

"Brother!"

"Big Brother Xiao Kuang!"

Xiao Hou's heart leaped in alarm. He decisively abandoned his assassination plan and hurried past the two of them.

Xiao Kuang was a Yellow-Rank Three-Star Martial Artist, a full two star levels above him. If he got caught by him, he would surely die.

Xiao Hou pretended to continue forward, then turned into an alley.

He wasn't giving up. He planned to wait until Xiao Kuang and Xian He finished talking, then tail and assassinate him.

But what he never expected was that Xiao Kuang would actually take Xian He to the tribe Leader's house and that he didn't know when they would return.

"Forget it. Anyway, Xian He still has to compete tomorrow, so I'll spare his dog life for today." Xiao Hou truly didn't believe Xian He's luck would be so good that he'd have an escort every day.

Arriving at Xiao Kuang's home, Leader Xiao Wu asked Xian He some questions about the mysterious food.

Xian He fabricated a story, saying he'd caught those chickens near the Black Oil Forest and that they might have mutated due to the mysterious power of the Black Spring, which gave them their magical effects.

Leader Xiao Wu didn't probe further.

It didn't matter where the mysterious food came from, as long as it didn't violate tribal law.

Leaving the Leader's house, Xian He carried the flax seeds back to the porridge shop, went around to the back, and entered the Inner World.

Having spent half a day on the Tianyun Plateau, a full quarter had passed in the Inner World, changing from spring to summer.

Even though it was summer, the only change was the longer daylight hours; the temperature hadn't changed much.

It was fortunate he returned when he did; the maids had just finished harvesting the Komugi and were preparing to plant the next crop.

Xian He quickly had them switch to planting flax seeds.

A quarter later, the flax matured.

Xian He put most of the flax stalks into the Level 3 tailor shop's loom to make linen cloth, and a small portion of the flax stalks into the spinning wheel to make linen thread.

He cut the linen cloth to the appropriate size, hung the linen thread on the sewing machine, and then could sew linen pockets, or linen bags for short.

Using his replication ability, Xian He turned one tailor shop into three, all of which he handed over to Xiao Xue to manage.

The maids he bought from Bai Shang had low stamina but were quick-witted. After he demonstrated the usage of the loom, spinning wheel, and sewing machine just a few times, they learned how to use them.

In contrast, the slaves he bought from other merchants were all brawny and simple-minded, only suitable for heavy labor.

With the linen bags, he could now thresh the Komugi, bag it, and store it in the warehouse.

There were two warehouses in the courtyard, adjacent to the north building of the backyard. The eastern one was the food warehouse with refrigeration, and the western one was the well-ventilated supply warehouse.

Bundles of Komugi were placed into the warehouse, first threshed, then bagged.

To boost the maids' work enthusiasm, Xian He decided that whichever group finished their task first would be rewarded with Yangchun Noodles.

There were three grades of food at home.

The first grade was a combination of Plain Boiled Eggs, Steamed Buns, stir-fried wild vegetables, and Wood Powder Porridge, which the maids ate most often.

The second grade was a combination of Fried Eggs, Yangchun Noodles, wild vegetable dumplings, and Beggars Chicken, which old servants like Muyang and Ziyan ate.

The third grade was Five-Color Steamed Buns, Eight-baked Chicken, and Crystal Pomegranates, which the Madam, Young Master, and Young Ladies ate.

Originally, there should have been Egg Fried Rice too, but there was no rice, so Xian He couldn't make it now.

It was all Xiao Yang's fault, that idiot, for buying up all the rice seeds from the grain store. Otherwise, his wife and children could be eating Egg Fried Rice right now!

Although the supply warehouse could hold Komugi, it could only store five tons, which was ten thousand catties.

The remaining hundreds of thousands of catties of Komugi had to be temporarily stacked in the covered corridors.

He needed granaries for large-scale Komugi storage.

And a mill for grinding flour!

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was August 16th.

After eating mooncakes with egg filling and admiring the moon yesterday, Chen Jingjing gave birth today.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host, Madam Chen Jingjing has successfully given birth to an offspring with Inferior Bone Root!]