The village had a simple name: Fishmulberry Village. Not only was it secluded, it did not even appear in the local government's maps and records.
Since its inhabitants were mostly Aquatic Folk from Kaiyang, there were no complicated social dealings. Once everyone understood the situation and grew acquainted, they soon began preparing to build a new house.
They carried great foundation stones as they walked and ran with huge timbers and beams on their shoulders.
Strictly speaking, everyone living here was a spirit creature, and all had some experience with masonry and carpentry. Building a house was well within their abilities, and anything particularly troublesome could be handled with a little magic.
In just a few days, a house had been built near the mulberry grove, with a hall, bedrooms, a kitchen, and a room set aside for raising silkworms.
An entire cartload of furniture and household goods was hauled back from a distant market by ox cart.
The villagers were easy to get along with, too. Whatever their true forms might be, Zhuo Qing could feel their kindness.
As she grew familiar with the place, Zhuo Qing became less and less reserved. She even joined Yi Shuyuan in the construction herself, if only to mix mortar under Hui Mian's haphazard instructions.
And more often than not, Hui Mian was also the one laughing the loudest.
Today, the house was finally finished.
A string of crackles and pops rang out without stopping. Someone had brought firecrackers especially for the occasion.
Yi Shuyuan and Zhuo Qing were already busy, however. After so many days, she found herself nervous again, because Yi Shuyuan had said they needed to cook a meal especially to thank everyone.
Of course, neither Zhuo Qing nor Hui Mian could be counted on. The cooking still fell to