A treasured plot (Thanks to Yunchen Xiatian and Hong Chu for their alliance leader support)

Chen Shi'an walked in front with a bamboo basket on his back, with Wen Zhixia, Lin Meng Qiu, and Li Wanyin close behind.

Their brand-new blue printed-cloth aprons swayed as they walked, and their clear voices, chatting and laughing, broke the stillness of the mountain forest.

"Taoist, there are so many birds singing! What birds are they? Why can't I see them?"

Wen Zhixia carried her little bamboo basket like a schoolbag, gripping its shoulder straps with both hands as she skipped around Chen Shi'an.

Whenever a bird called, she tilted her little head up and looked toward the sound, but unfortunately, she saw nothing but dense branches and leaves.

"Lots of kinds. It's spring, so the birds have all come back to build nests. Over there... that's a Hwamei. The one cooing is a turtle dove. There are Hwameis, Oriental Magpie-Robins, Light-vented Bulbuls... all sorts."

"Wow...! Taoist, can you recognize all of them?"

"Of course."

"Then, then what's the bird calling 'Auntie, Uncle'?" Wen Zhixia asked curiously.

"Huh? Isn't it saying 'Reap wheat, harvest grain'?" Li Wanyin said with a smile.

"It sounds more like 'Bachelors have it rough,'" Lin Meng Qiu added.

Chen Shi'an found that amusing. "That's an Indian Cuckoo. Its call has the most interpretations. Hardworking farmers hear 'Reap wheat, harvest grain,' children hear 'Auntie, Uncle,' and unmarried young people thinking about finding a partner hear 'Bachelors have it rough.'"

After hearing Chen Shi'an's explanation, Wen Zhixia and Li Wanyin both turned to Lin Meng Qiu.

The Class Monitor's pretty face reddened. "...That's not accurate at all!"

Fat Cat was much more boisterous. While the four of them leisurely listened to the birds, the cat couldn't stay put in the bamboo basket. Hearing the calls, the cat darted out and nimbly climbed one big tree after