She Was Only Five, and She Had Become the Mother of So Many Trees?

Old Scholar Tree led Zhou Wanwan directly into the forest. Lingbao, while munching on medicinal herbs, said, "These Schisandra chinensis are really delicious, Wanwan, could you pick some more for me?"

Zhou Wanwan nodded and said, "Wait a moment!"

The forest farm has a lot of Schisandra chinensis and many other medicinal herbs. Zhou Wanwan never expected that the forest farm would also grow its own medicinal herbs.

Moreover, the medicinal herbs here are growing quite well, although they are all relatively cold-resistant.

Zhou Wanwan squatted in the ground and said:

"These are all frost-resistant medicinal herbs that can survive even in the dead of winter in Northeast China."

This is for wind protection; no matter how strong the wind or how cold the weather, you won't freeze to death.

This is Astragalus membranaceus, and those few growing close to the ground are Acanthopanax senticosus. They actually grow more steadily when covered by snow.

This forest farm is quite interesting.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw dozens of men wrapped in tattered cotton-padded coats in the distance, hacking at the old tree with all their might, causing snow to fall in a flurry.

On the other side, dozens of men, bent over and chanting off-key slogans, were moving the logs back to the forest farm.

In the medicinal herb garden of the forest farm, a dozen prisoners hunched over, covering the seedlings of Saposhnikovia divaricata and Astragalus membranaceus with dry grass, shivering from the cold.

The constables paced back and forth with their hands behind their backs, cracking their whips. If anyone slowed down even a fraction, the whips would lash out without mercy.

All that could be heard was the sound of whips snapping.

One of the men couldn't take it anymore. "Sir, aren't we already trying our best? Can we stop fighting?"

The constables sneered:

"Not going to fight? You scum like you deserve a beating, so get back to work!"

If we don't cut down any trees today, we're not eating.

And you, you old codger, what are you dawdling about? Do you think you're in court right now?

Let me tell you, this isn't the imperial court. Get to work, or you'll starve.

Upon seeing the old man, Feng Jiao burst into tears. "Father..."

Feng Yunting, standing beside him, was also trembling with anger. Their father was wearing a thin cotton-padded jacket, his body covered in whip marks.

The constables also saw them and said:

"Who exactly are you people? How dare you trespass into the forest?"

Do you know what this forest farm is? Help! Someone has trespassed!

More than 100 yamen runners rushed over and said:

Hey! How did these people get in?

But once you're in, don't even think about leaving. You're all staying here to work for us!

There was still a lot of work to be done at the forest farm, and these yamen runners were quite unreasonable, surrounding them.

Old Master Feng roared, "What are you all standing there for? Run! Run! You can't survive here!"

A constable slapped him across the face, Zhou Wanwan calmly looked at the constables and said:

"Take them down! Don't you like having people do the work?"

"Let them work hard here until they can't work anymore." Zhou Wanwan was also furious.

The constables were dumbfounded, pointing at Zhou Wanwan and saying, "Who are you, you little brat? Just you wait, you'll see!"

The constable beside him sneered, "He's quite good-looking, so he'll stay here today!"

Old Master Feng roared, "Have you no humanity? How could you lay a hand on a little girl?"

The constables laughed loudly, "You old fool, do you know where you are? Valley of Evildoers! There are no good people in Valley of Evildoers!"

"These officials appointed by the imperial court consider themselves superior, but they still have to do the same work here."

"Look at our forest farm, nine out of ten are high-ranking officials from the imperial court. Hundreds die here every year; it's quite normal."

"If it weren't for your rich son, you old codger, you would have been beaten to death long ago. Would you still be alive now? Hahahaha..."

The Old Scholar Tree swept its branches across fiercely, instantly sending the constables flying, crashing to the ground and groaning in pain.

"What is that? What the hell is it? It's so eerie!"

"I didn't see it clearly either. It actually crawled out from underground! That's terrifying! Could it be a ghost?"

Even the most formidable constables panicked at this point. "Let's hurry and go back to find our magistrate!"

Zhou Wanwan gave a light snort and said:

"Do you think you can just leave whenever you want? Make them work; don't they like moving wood?"

I think there's plenty of wood here; let them take as much as they want.

Hundreds of large trees lay scattered on the ground, the surviving ones trembling. They looked at Zhou Wanwan and said, "Can you save them?"

Zhou Wanwan said helplessly:

"I don't have that ability right now. I can't bring the dead back to life, but I can try."

These root systems are well-developed; if they are resilient enough, they might even produce saplings.

It's truly a pity that hundreds of large trees have all died.

The Old Scholar Tree, along with the other large trees, dug out all the roots of these trees.

Zhou Wanwan sat on the ground and began to infuse energy into the roots of these large trees.

Zhou Wanwan selected several pieces of top-quality mutton fat jade, and the energy was quickly infused into the tree roots.

Unexpectedly, the tree roots began to absorb energy, slowly sprouted, and even started to grow.

The surrounding trees were all dumbfounded:

"Holy crap, what's going on? Am I seeing things?"

According to this logic, does that mean we can become immortal?

"My God! This is absolutely amazing! So, as long as there are roots, it can be revived?"

However, the Old Scholar Tree looked at the surrounding trees and said, "Have you noticed? Not all trees can be resurrected; there's only a 50% chance of them growing back."

However, this can also be described as a miracle.

The saplings, crooked and twisted, seemed to ask, "Where is this? Where is this? Are you our mother?"

"Mother..."

Zhou Wanwan was exasperated. She was only five years old, and she was already the mother of so many trees? Wasn't that inappropriate?

The Old Scholar Tree chuckled and said, "Wanwan is your Little Ancestor, but not your mother."

"Little Ancestor? What's Little Ancestor?"

"My Little Ancestor, my Little Ancestor..."

Zhou Wanwan was speechless. She realized that her energy was similar to breast milk, which could nourish these trees.

Zhou Wanwan looked at them and said, "You two be good and don't make a sound, or I won't like you anymore."

These trees have no memory of the past.

Zhou Wanwan threw the sapling into the carriage; sometimes a dozen or so saplings could grow from this one tree.

In just a short while, they had a whole truckload of saplings.

Zhou Wanwan sighed and said, "These big trees shouldn't be wasted; we should take them all with us when we leave."

Old Master Feng and his fellow victims were dumbfounded. What on earth was going on?

Old Master Feng, along with a group of people, knelt down before Zhou Wanwan, saying, "Our little benefactor, please accept our bow."

Zhou Wanwan stepped aside and said, "No, no, according to seniority, I'm still your granddaughter!"

Feng Jiao smiled and said, "Dad, this is Wanwan, my goddaughter. Let's get up first, and we can talk about it when we get back."

But how could those people possibly let them speak slowly?