I am a living immortal.

Su Mu found it a little funny when she heard it.

But it seems to be true. With such a big commotion, it is impossible for the City God not to know about it. Moreover, it is understandable that they did not join in the fun when the aura of the Holy Lord descended. They came out to pay homage to the Holy Lord as Mirage Dragon said.

The matter of Yangyue Sect has come to an end, but it was also an accident.

The ominous feeling he had sensed before seemed to have gone away.

The old goat's action bought the unknown a lot of time, allowing him to escape. The Yangyue Sect failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice, but it seems that they will not give up. With such a big fuss, the unknown should be very important to the Yangyue Sect and may even get rid of the drawbacks of some cultivation methods, so that everyone will not be so crazy and paranoid. Even if they met him this time, it was bad luck. Although they will not be high-profile in the future, they will definitely not give up.

Su Mu didn't want to care about the grudges. He left a mark on Dou Zhuang only because they were too deeply influenced by the Silver Toad. If a full-scale war between humans and gods really broke out, as long as there was a little bias, he would take action to wipe out this sect.

Jiading Prefecture is very large and it is still a little chilly in spring, but most young people have taken off their heavy coats and put on lighter clothes.

When spring comes, the top priority for everyone is spring plowing. Even though most people living in the county town do not have land, some local wealthy people have a lot of land. Usually, they do not have enough manpower at this time, so they will hire temporary workers. The daily wage can be forty or fifty cents, and some young and middle-aged people can even earn more.

The entire Jiading Prefecture has hundreds of thousands of acres of arable land, although most of them are private fields.

But the local businessmen own at least thousands of acres and at most tens of thousands of acres, so they are short of people.

Not only that, there are also tea plantations. Jiading is also a major tea-producing county with plains and hills. Spring tea is picked at about the same time.

During this period, merchants from all over the country would gather in Jiading Prefecture to buy tea. Of course, good tea could not be bought with money, and a tea permit was required. This was the time to show off one's connections. Even if the price of good tea from a tree was different from that of inferior tea, the profit would be very different. The first-class tea was even more different, as it had to be offered as tribute. With the name of tribute tea, the tea from Jiading Prefecture had no worries about sales.

But the vast tea plantations also need people.

It’s spring plowing season again, so people are in great demand. Judging from previous years, there is definitely a shortage of people, so we start recruiting them in advance.

The number of people in the huge Jiading Prefecture dropped drastically. Most of them were in the fields and hills, ranging from eleven or twelve years old to forty or fifty years old. A busy atmosphere immediately swept through Jiading Prefecture, and people were in a hurry.

The recruitment manager even went to the market to poach people. The wages increased from 40 or 50 cents to 50 or 60 cents, and even higher. Everyone had to be questioned and their meals were provided.

The key to picking the first crop of spring tea is time. One more person picking can earn more money.

After getting busy, people quickly put the Zheng family's affairs behind them. The Zheng family had done everything they could, and the rest could only wait for the emperor to make the decision. This waiting period was very difficult, and they could only leave it to fate. However, no news leaked out in the capital, and no one knew what the attitude was.

Su Mu had noticed that there were fewer idle people on the streets these days. Even the teahouses and restaurants that were usually packed were now deserted. Whenever he walked down the street, he would be questioned by the managers of the tea plantations and rice fields.

Not only the common people are busy, but the wealthy families are even busier. No one has the time to drink tea and watch plays. Those who are still watching plays and listening to stories are either rich young masters who have never done any housework and know nothing about anything.

The bustle of the past few days seemed to have disappeared like a passing cloud.

Spring plowing, summer weeding, autumn harvest, winter storage, this is the busy farming season.

Jiading Prefecture mainly grows rice, which is how it became known as the land of fish and rice. However, Su Mu has never grown rice, whether before or after the time travel.

"Have you ever planted it?" Su Mu asked Shenlong.

"What a joke! Let's not talk about whether we eat it or not. Even if we do, we can just sow the seeds and it will grow. It doesn't matter whether it's winter or summer, rain or snow. If I tell it to grow, it will grow. There's no need to go through so much trouble."

"But your words remind me of a god who loves and knows how to plant, in charge of farming and spring, the growth of all things, and abundant harvests."

"Who?" Su Mu asked.

"The God of Spring, Ju Mang, is quite unique. No one knows where he is now. He should be the kindest among the gods. Perhaps it is related to the power he controls. He is as gentle as the spring breeze, and so is his behavior." Shenlong thought for a moment and replied.

"Will your personality be affected by your own authority?" Su Mu asked.

"How should I put it? There should be some influence. The God of Spring is the master of life and is born with universal love, but he is not limited to universal love. He can also live wildly, so there will be some influence but not too deep, and he will not change his character because of power." Shenlong explained.

Su Mu turned around and laughed, "So your bad personality is innate?"

"No one has a worse personality than you." Shenlong followed behind Su Mu and rolled his eyes: "Where are you going?"

"Catching Spring."

"What do you mean?" Shenlong was confused.

Su Mu shook her head and said nothing.

However, the mirage dragon persisted, so Su Mu finally spoke: "As a master of architecture, you should know the meaning of the four seasons. The four seasons connect time, with spring as the beginning and winter as the end. The cycle is a year. The artistic conception of spring represents life, and winter is the return of all things. I want to capture spring, catch summer, seize autumn, and trap winter."

"Spring is earth, summer is fire, autumn is wind, and winter is water. Why do you think I am catching spring?"

"You want to rebuild the world? You're crazy." Mirage Dragon stood there in a daze. He never expected that Su Mu would be so crazy as to want to rebuild the world.

The corners of Su Mu's mouth twitched.

"Am I so powerful in your eyes?" Su Mu laughed.

"I want to refine the world again, but I'm not refining this outside world, but myself. I'll use the four seasons as the vertical axis and the earth, fire, wind, and water as the horizontal axis, so that the beginning connects to the end, forming a perfect circle."

“This is the path I’ve been on.”

"But perfection is still some distance away. I still need many more rules. Whether I learn from this world or from you, it will help me advance on my path. You are the fire that fuels my strength. This is why I want to find you. You, as the concrete rules, can help me gain clarity and understanding."

"I want to say thank you. Even though you were forced to do this, I still want to thank you for your help."

"Do you regret asking so many questions?" Su Mu laughed.

"Are you a human?" The mirage dragon uttered three words.