The Jin Shanyao, but the voice remains unheard; the weak have no right to speak.
The Spiritual Power spread throughout Hat Mountain with her footsteps. The vegetation on the mountain sensed the unusual Spiritual Power, and was first stunned, then shook wildly.
"This isn't the mountain Spiritual Power. Where is the mountain god? I can't sense any of the mountain Spiritual Power."
"Shut up..." Jin Shanyao slapped the Ganoderma lucidum with her hand, then snapped it off. Her mountain didn't need such a blind fungus.
"From this day forward, Hat Mountain will have only one master, and that is me... The Jin Shanyao... Anyone who disobeys, any rebel, will be killed without mercy."
Her voice traveled through the Spiritual Power to the roots of every plant.
"Your mountain god has been hung from a tree by me. All the plants that follow him had better abandon darkness and embrace the light, or I will send you all into the pot."
There's a saying, and after a long pause, Jin Shanyao suddenly remembered it. "Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish."
Upon hearing this, the vegetation on the mountain trembled even more violently, especially those with medicinal value, which were trembling with fear. Xie Chao heard the threatening sound of the Jin Shanyao.
A voice came from afar, " Jin Shanyao, if you have the guts, come at me! Why are you making things difficult for a junior?"
"Ha, don't even think about using morality to restrain me. You can't imagine how wicked I can be," the words fell, and the surrounding vegetation gasped.
Damn it... Where did she come from? Her strength is terrifyingly powerful.
Xie Chao lay face down, blood gushing from his head, his eyes bloodshot. " Jin Shanyao... You dare kill me? Come on, kill me!"
Who are you threatening?!
With Jin Shanyao fan, she enveloped Xie Chao in Spiritual Power, pulling him directly in front of her. She then lifted Xie Chao with one hand and began patrolling the mountain.
"Look carefully, who's in charge... If you dare utter another word, don't blame me for being ruthless."
After saying this, in front of Xie Chao and the other plants, he pulled out a ginseng root that was more than ten years old with his bare hands, stuffed it into his satchel, and continued his patrol of the mountain.
Xie Chao struggled... " Jin Shanyao, I will never let you go..."
Jin Shanyao Xie Chao across the mouth... "Can't you see reality? If it weren't for our shared profession, you'd be destined to be a medicinal herb."
After a walk around Hat Mountain, Jin Shanyao's satchel was already full of precious herbs.
She left Xie Chao behind, telling him to reflect on his actions and hoping he would give her a satisfactory answer next time she went up the mountain.
Back at the Anzhi Hall, Qing Yang handed a letter to Jin Shanyao, "Master, it's a letter from Lu Chi."
Jin Shanyao was surprised, not expecting Lu Chi to send a letter. She glanced at the contents of the letter and put it away. Meng Anzhi and Meng Anci were gathered around the basin of water.
Turning to ask, "What did Master say?"
Jin Shanyao and said, "He said he's doing well and is highly regarded by the emperor. He also said he organized a ginseng competition in the capital and asked if we wanted to participate?"
Meng Anci, "Did he mention us? Did he miss us?"
"There's three hundred taels of silver tucked in the letter, saying it's for you to buy writing brushes, ink, paper, and new clothes." The two children looked a little downcast upon hearing this.
With Jin Shanyao, she changed the subject, asking, "What are you doing?"
Meng Anci, " Master Cen's assignment was to take the fruit out by hand without moving the basin or spilling water."
Jin Shanyao noticed that the two children's hands were wet, glanced at the water level in the basin, got up to find a twig, and left under the puzzled gazes of the two children.
Insert the dry twig into the wooden basin and stir it in one direction. The water in the basin will slowly form a whirlpool, and the fruit at the bottom of the basin will be swept up by the whirlpool.
As he approached the water's surface, Jin Shanyao took out the fan and tossed it into the air.
Meng Anci was dumbfounded. Twenty or thirty people from their Licentiate Candidate Institute hadn't been able to get it out, but his aunt had managed to get it out with a tree branch.
"Auntie, how did you come up with this idea? Please teach me!"
"When you see a river, pay close attention to places with rapid currents or low-lying areas," Jin Shanyao.
This often creates eddies, which bring up silt and sand from the riverbed; it's a very common natural phenomenon.
Following the method taught by Jin Shanyao, Meng Anzhi and Meng Anci successfully took out the fruit without spilling a drop of water.
The two were so excited that they kept scooping fruit from the basin until after dinner.
Inside Meng Anzhi's room.
Meng Anci sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), with a small winnowing basket on his lap filled with melon seeds.
His little hands moved quickly, peeling the sunflower seeds and placing the peeled kernels next to Meng Anzhi.
Meng Anzhi casually picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, then turned the pages of the book.
Meng Anci called softly, "Sister..." But before she could finish speaking, Meng Anzhi shot her a sharp look, and Meng Anci immediately swallowed her words.
The sound of peeling sunflower seeds was a bit loud, Meng Anzhi frowned slightly. Meng Anci quickly put on a flattering smile, pulled the small quilt over the winnowing basket, and continued peeling the sunflower seeds.
Only after Meng Anzhi closed the book did Meng Anci excitedly say, "Sister, do you think we can get the things out of the well using Auntie's method?"
Meng Anzhi switched to another book. "The principles are the same, but the method isn't about changing direction, but about leveraging existing resources and going with the flow."
After speaking, he glanced at Meng Anci's hand, Meng Anci, understanding, quickly continued peeling melon seeds. "I've been thinking about this for a long time today, and I've come to a realization."
Meng Anzhi asked in surprise, "Oh, how so?"
Meng Anci tapped the table, "Pour some water..."
A murderous glint flashed in Meng Anzhi's eyes. Meng Anci quickly picked up the teapot and refilled her cup, saying, "Sister, have some water."
Meng Anzhi picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and said, "Continue, don't stop talking."
Meng Anci mysteriously, "The principle can be summed up in eight words: fish in troubled waters and profit from it."
Meng Anzhi chuckled, "Only half right. Taking fruit from a basin isn't about the fruit itself, but about stirring up the water. Don't speak your mind to people, and stir up the water first."
That's how they profit from it. I suspect your academy is testing your character. Don't fall for their tricks tomorrow.
Meng Anci suddenly realized, "Sister..."
"Shut up, don't disturb my reading..."
Meng Anci silent, not daring to utter a single word, knowing that his sister might actually hit him.
Nothing more was said that night. The next morning, Shiyan saw Meng Anci over on horseback and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why aren't you riding in an oxcart today?"
My aunt drove the oxcart away.
Shiyan gave an "oh," and listlessly asked, his eyes gleaming with dark circles, "Have you figured out the homework the teacher assigned yesterday?"
"The fruit has been taken out."
The two would sometimes run into Zhao Yushan on their way to the stables.
He saw Meng Anci leading a pure black, newly matured foal.
A look of delight flashed in his eyes; he had never seen such a beautiful horse before, its coat shimmering in the sunlight.
Meng Anci patted the horse's belly, and the Black Grand Marshal went into the stable by himself.
Shiyan asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to tie it up?"
"No, I'm afraid of startling the other horses."
For some reason, all the animals were terrified when they saw him. If he got even a little closer, they would either tremble all over or be so frightened that they would lose control of their bladder.
Not only him, but his sister wasn't much better off.
Seeing that the two dared to ignore him, Zhao Yushan's face darkened. " Meng Anci, Shiyan, don't you know how to greet your classmate?"
" Shiyan, 'Oh, who do we have here? It's the Cuju King! Why aren't you at the Cuju field today? Don't you like playing football?'"
"You..." Zhao Yushan turned to Meng Anci angrily, "How much is your horse? I'll buy it."
"Not for sale..." Meng Anci coldly uttered, then walked towards the Licentiate Candidate Institute.