On the twenty-third, sticky malt candy; on the twenty-fourth, sweep the house.
The day after Zheng Qing returned home, January 19th, happened to fall on the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month.
Early that morning, after finishing his morning studies, he was urged by his parents to begin the thorough cleaning. In Zheng Qing's opinion, dealing with this sort of trouble should have required nothing more than flipping through a spellbook and using a couple of minor spells.
But reality told him that, at all times, one should prepare for the worst.
Because while Zheng Qing cleaned, there was always an "adult" watching him—sometimes grandfather, sometimes his father, sometimes his mother. In short, they always seemed able to find some excuse to stay nearby, whether it was rinsing his rag, holding his stool steady, or simply standing beside him and chattering away while he worked.
This left their young wizard with no way to slack off using magic.
No, it wasn't as though he used no magic at all.
Over the course of the morning's labor, Zheng Qing used up five Calming Talismans and two talismans to replenish his energy, ensuring that he could complete his tasks efficiently and properly under the nagging and supervision of several elders.
It was not easy.
Why did I have to fill out a huge stack of application forms, waste my carefree vacation, and then come home just to suffer? As the young wizard knelt on the floor wiping the baseboards, he gloomily imagined his schoolmates' leisurely lives at school and grew even more depressed.
For wizards, the twelfth lunar month was also the hunting month—but this hunting month differed from the one during the First University's Campus Cup in October. It was a tradition formed over many years: "Hunt birds and beasts