Han Su Suffered Severe Injuries

At dawn, the first ray of sunlight streamed through a gap in the clouds.

A layer of white mist hung over the fields.

With a creak, Xu Changqing pulled open the stone house door from within, stepped over the threshold, and walked outside.

Having spent the entire night studying Puppet Art Runes, he looked somewhat mentally exhausted.

He stretched lazily as he took a deep breath.

The morning air.

It carried the distinctive fragrance of grass and trees, mixed with the damp scent of soil.

After taking only a few breaths, he felt as though his nose was a little blocked.

At that moment, Wangwang crawled out of its doghouse and approached with a fawning grin.

Xu Changqing crouched down, gave the dog's head a vigorous rub, and said with a chuckle, "Wangwang, you're not young anymore. Isn't it time you found yourself a mate?"

Though Wangwang could not understand, it felt like it was being praised, so it wagged its tail with all its might.

Xu Changqing blinked at the sight. "All right, since you agree, I'll contact Old Hu and have him help pick out a few for you."

Wangwang grinned so widely that its mottled tongue drooped out, looking overjoyed.

Afterward, Xu Changqing stood and swept his gaze from left to right over the five mu of Spirit Fields.

The first mu held Spirit Rice.

The second mu held Mutated Rice.

The third and fourth mu both contained extremely yang medicinal herbs.

The fifth mu was planted with all kinds of fruits and vegetables.

By now, every spirit plant was flourishing splendidly, without a single problem.

Xu Changqing could not help sighing. "When I first became official, I didn't understand anything. Whenever something happened, I had to ask others for help. In the blink of an eye,