Spring comes to the desperate place

"Old man, we have finally made it through." Aunt Song looked at Song Chunlin lovingly, "We are all grateful to Chunlin for this journey. If it weren't for his immortal space, our family would have to stay in the deep mountains and old forests."

"Well, Chunlin is a great contributor to our family. You must remember that you must not tell anyone about Chunlin's affairs. Even if Xiaoer comes back in the future, you must not tell him. The more people who know about this immortal, the more danger Chunlin will face." Grandpa Song looked at Song Chunlin and frowned: "And the Gu family, they had to save people at the beginning. In the future, Chunlin, you must not save people unless it is absolutely necessary, understand?"

When it comes to this, the Song family members are all frightened, but Song Chunlin is not worried. After his superpower is upgraded to level nine, he will be able to open his spiritual realm. The spiritual realm of wood-type superpower users is established through the underground roots of plants. As long as Song Chunlin wants, he can use these roots to establish a huge spiritual network, so that no matter where he goes, he can obtain information at the fastest speed.

So Song Chunlin was not afraid of being discovered by Gu Fengyue at all. Even if he was discovered, he could kill him without anyone knowing.

In their daily interactions, Song Chunlin felt that Gu Fengyue was not the kind of person who would stab him in the back. On the contrary, he was very sensible, and he needed his help.

Of course, he would not explain all this in detail to Grandpa Song and the others. He just nodded obediently to the elders and promised that he would not easily expose his space to save people.

Early the next morning, Song Qin got up and boiled eggs and made porridge. After Song Chunlin got up, he took out steamed buns from the space. Last night's dishes were too greasy, so everyone planned to eat something light today.

Amma Song dug up some pickled vegetables that she bought in town yesterday. Song Chunlin couldn't tell what they were made of, but they tasted good. He ate a big steamed bun with the pickled vegetables.

Today they planned to go out and look at furniture. Song Dazhuang said that the furniture shops in the capital city did have novel designs, but the prices were also very expensive, so Song Chunlin suggested directly finding a carpenter to make the bed. This way, the new bed could be designed directly according to the size of his mattress. In addition to furniture, they also had to buy other kitchen utensils and cooking utensils. Although Song Chunlin's space had almost everything, it would be strange if they didn't buy anything since they had just arrived.

Since she told the steward to let them cook for themselves, Song Qin also went out early to buy vegetables in the town. The food was from the space and was placed in the backpack in advance so that others would think they brought it themselves. The vegetables were just bought casually on the street. There were no fresh vegetables at this time, but there were more dried vegetables and pickles. Many homemade dried vegetables and pickles from farmers tasted good, so Song Qin, who was thrifty, also bought some.

In order to move into the new home as soon as possible, Song Dazhuang decided on the dimensions with Song Chunlin and gave the carpenter extra money to ask him to work faster. Song Chunlin drew a simple blueprint. The style was not complicated and there were no carvings. There were no requirements on the wood. The carpenter naturally agreed and said he would help them build everything in ten days.

As soon as Song Dazhuang and others left, the carpenter called over two other carpenters he was on good terms with, along with their respective apprentices, and began to work enthusiastically.

After dealing with the furniture, the Song family came to the yard in advance and planned to clean the house inside and out. The house had only been vacant for a short time, so it was not very dirty. Moreover, the owner almost emptied the house when he moved out. It was empty inside and very convenient to clean. It only took the Song family one day to clean it up together.

After cleaning the house, Song Dazhuang and Grandpa Song were tinkering in the backyard, discussing how big the stable should be. Song Dazhuang wanted to build a bigger one so that when he bought a cow in the future, they could live in it together. Grandpa Song also thought it was a good idea, so the two of them made the decision immediately, and Song Dazhuang hurriedly went to find someone to build the stable.

Amma Song and Qinshi Song were surveying the terrain in the front and back yards. The backyard of this house was almost twice as big as the front yard. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law planned to open up several vegetable plots to grow the vegetables in Song Chunlin's space.

It's winter now, and they are not in a hurry. They come and dig a little every day, and in a few days, the backyard has been turned over.

The Song family's stable had not been built yet, but the furniture had already been made. Song Dazhuang checked each one and after confirming that everything was correct, he paid the carpenter and gave him an extra fifty copper coins, which made the carpenter very happy.

After putting all the furniture in place, Song Chunlin took out the mattress in the space. He chose a relatively hard mattress because the Song family was used to sleeping on hard beds, and he was afraid that they would not be able to adapt if it was suddenly too soft. But even with a hard mattress, the Song family still lamented that the bed was so soft to lie on.

"This is the first time I feel so light. This bed is so comfortable to sleep on." Song Chunsheng rolled around happily on his big bed, but was grabbed and put aside by Song Qinshi with disgust.

"You're so dirty, just roll onto the bed. Get out of the way, and I'll put down a sheet."

Song Chunsheng's face fell: "Mom, I just took a bath yesterday, and you have already laid three layers, why do you lay more?"

Song Qin rolled her eyes and said, "What's wrong with three layers? I'm going to give you five layers to prevent you, a mud monkey, from dirtying the mattress."

Song Chunsheng was speechless. Was he really so dirty in his mother's eyes?

No way, he obviously takes a bath every day. It must be that my mother is partial to me, huh!

Song Chunsheng and Song Chunlin's rooms were next to each other. When Song Chunsheng came to find him, Song Chunlin happened to be planning to go over as well. When he saw his brother coming over, he immediately produced a bunch of calligraphy copies and gave them to him.

Song Chunsheng was shocked: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Here, this is for you to practice calligraphy." Song Chunlin said as he took out a few brushes, inkstones and ink sticks and stuffed them into his hands.

Song Chunsheng stared at his brother with wide eyes in disbelief: "Practicing calligraphy? Who? Me?"

Song Chunlin said firmly: "Yes, it's you. Anyway, I have nothing to do every day. Come on, write ten today."

"Ten!" Song Chunsheng was about to cry, but was suppressed by his father with force the next second.

"You little brat, why are you howling? Look at your shabby handwriting. I think ten is not enough, right, Chunlin?"

Song Chunlin: “…”

Song Dazhuang suddenly had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the next second, the same thing appeared in his arms.

Song Chunlin: "I almost forgot about yours, Dad. Here, write ten of them too, and set an example for your brother."

Song Dazhuang: “…”

Well, he has brought trouble upon himself. What a sin he has committed. At his age, he is still urged by his son to practice calligraphy. Song Dazhuang feels so miserable, he can't say it~~