Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

When the tea tree gained intelligence, it considered itself the steward of the courtyard, keeping it in perfect order. It would also follow Su Mu's previous practice, periodically picking fruits, vegetables, and tea leaves to bring to Wei Ming, the mountain god Taihong, and the Floating Cloud Temple.

At the same time, they would also receive gifts in return: Wei Ming would send some wine and calligraphy and paintings; Taihong would also send monkey wine, as well as mountain delicacies and gold - the beasts of Cangze Mountain had not forgotten what Su Mu liked; and the Taoists of Fuyun Temple would occasionally come to take a look and renovate the courtyard of their ancestor.

The courtyard, once comprised of only three small rooms, had doubled in size and was now even more elaborate. Of course, the three original rooms remained untouched. One of the three additional rooms was filled with a variety of spiritual fruits and vegetables, representing the harvest of the past few decades. Most of the spiritual fruits were gifts from Taihong, while the spiritual vegetables grew in the courtyard. While these spiritual vegetables were extraordinary, they didn't grow indefinitely. Once they reached their limit, they would cease to grow, and at that point, they could be harvested.

Over the years, they had piled up to fill up an entire room. These fruits and vegetables had long since transcended the realm of ordinary vegetables, and coupled with the spiritual energy of the courtyard, they wouldn't rot, so they kept piling up—which was why they were often given away.

Another room was filled with wine: there was ground wine sent by Wei Ming, there was monkey wine sent by Tai Hong, there were also some Emperor Liujiang, calligraphy and paintings, stalactites, gold ornaments and some wild delicacies. Both rooms were piled to the brim, and the tea tree had collected them by category.

Aside from the addition of three new rooms, the courtyard looked much the same as when he left. It held a world of its own, especially those two rooms. Although Su Mu wasn't particularly materialistic, after opening those two rooms, he'd never imagined he was so wealthy.

But this amazement was short-lived. He picked up two jugs of wine and closed the door, not even glancing at the mountain of gold—not that he despised money, but he had no use for it at the moment. If he needed it, he wouldn't mind glancing down or reaching out to grab a handful.

"Perfect timing! A welcoming feast, let's have a taste of the fine wine." After Su Mu finished speaking, a gentle breeze suddenly appeared in the courtyard, and several ceramic wine cups were placed on the table. However, there were only four; the other cup contained freshly squeezed juice, which was for Xuan Mo.

Just then, the figure in blue appeared in the courtyard carrying several bags of pastries, roast goose, and roast duck. "Sir, the food is ready." The figure in blue nodded.

Su Mu was a little surprised. This was too thoughtful.

"How did you do that?" Su Mu asked.

The middle-aged man smiled, and then another identical figure appeared. The meaning was clear. It wasn't some profound technique; it could even be described as clumsy. The reflected light and shadow clearly couldn't have crossed such a great distance. Rather, the tea tree had likely planted its branches within Yuannan County for convenience. Perhaps there were also branches in the Cangze Mountains and Fanyun Mountain, so these branches could connect with the main branch.

Seeing this situation, perhaps it can also realize the function of transferring objects - space? This tea tree is gifted.

"What's your name?" He originally only wanted a tea tree to give as a gift, but unexpectedly, he ended up with a butler by accident.

"Please, Your Excellency, bestow a name upon me."

"Yes, from now on I'll call you Yunhua." "In the dead of night, only cypress leaves remain in a few cups; in the morning, a single vessel is Yunhua." High-quality tea, its freshness and elegance are called Yunhua.

"Yunhua thanks Your Excellency for bestowing this name upon her." "Perhaps it's just my imagination, but Yunhua seems more lively with a name; maybe that's the power of a name."

Mirage Dragon and the others didn't say much, but simply smiled at the scene, finding it quite novel. Xuan Mo, holding a glass of juice, blinked at Su Mu, clearly unhappy at being treated differently. Could Xuan Mo drink? Of course he could, but his appearance was too deceptive, making alcohol unsuitable. Giving him juice wouldn't be a bad idea.

I really don't know where a tea tree learned this. Su Mu glanced at Yunhua.

Yunhua immediately understood Su Mu's look and explained, "I learned it from the stewards of those wealthy and powerful families." Yunhua said as she poured wine for everyone.

Why do I want to learn these things?

"It's interesting, and it also helps manage the adults' assets better," Yunhua explained. What he didn't mention was that at first, he didn't know any better and just piled all sorts of things haphazardly in the room, making a mess. Eventually, when he couldn't fit anything more in, Yunhua realized he couldn't continue like this, otherwise, when the adults returned, the whole yard would probably be filled with clutter.

However, while delivering spiritual fruits and vegetables to the Wei family, Yunhua overheard the Wei family's steward chatting. He was bragging to a servant about how he managed the vast mansion in perfect order. Yunhua sought out a teacher. Over the next few days, he learned a great deal from the steward.

Although this steward was a boastful and face-conscious person, he was truly capable. He said and did what he said, and he truly managed the vast Wei Mansion well. In fact, if he really had no ability, he would not have become the steward of the Wei family.

There were some funny incidents along the way. After Yunhua successfully "stole" the master's skills, he didn't just leave. Instead, he left a gold ingot, about ten taels, in the steward's room as a token of his gratitude. However, this startled the steward quite a bit—it was no small sum.

Although the steward was a habitual thief, he would face grave punishment if such a large sum were discovered. Furthermore, this was the Wei residence, and he feared being framed, so he immediately reported the matter. However, a thorough investigation by the Wei residence revealed nothing missing. Ultimately, the matter was dismissed as a false alarm. The ten taels of gold returned to the steward, who dared not use them until several years later, when a family tragedy struck, forcing him to retrieve the treasure from the bottom of his chest. It was this gold that saved his family.

This was considered a rare event in the Wei Mansion. After that, the housekeeper became even more loyal to the Wei Mansion and did not dare to slack off.

The welcoming banquet was excellent. The Mirage Dragon joked that he was already falling in love with this country after only one day. The Old Goat, however, dismissed him as a "simp," then dug up his past, asking where the arrogance of their initial encounter had gone, and where the pride of a primordial deity had vanished. He still admired the Mirage Dragon of the past.

Shenlong's answer was clear: He'd gotten so much from Su Mu, so why wouldn't he say a few nice words? Things were different now. The bickering between the two remained the same, just as it always had.