"Lai Dong, Daya, there's a letter, there's a letter!"

The two were chatting with the villagers.

Song Dabao was leaning on a cane and holding two letters in his other hand. He was panting and shouting from outside, and trotted over.

"Grandpa, village chief, why are you in such a hurry? Hurry up and take a drink of water and take a break!"

Yang Donglan was afraid that the old man would be exhausted, so she quickly helped him to the seat and brought a glass of water.

Song Dabao quickly waved his hands, straightened his breathing, handed the two letters in his hand to Yang Donglai, and said: "These are the surnames of Erya Xiaowen's two children. They were sent by the official from the county government just now!"

"Ah! It's a letter from my younger brother and sister. Thank God, this is really great. I finally got their letter to Pan. Brother Yang, please show it to me."

Daya on the side had tears in her eyes when she heard the letters from her younger siblings. She excitedly took one of the letters from Yang Donglai and opened it in her own hands.

Since Daya had been doing business in her spare time these past few years, Yang Donglai naturally left her to read.

Da Ya first opened the letter from Er Ya.

As I watched the content inside, I sometimes shed tears and sometimes smiled.

Then I read the letter written by Xiaowen, and the expression on his face changed in the same way. Overall, he must be in a happy mood.

"Brother Yang, it seems that their lives are pretty good now. These two letters were written by them personally. They said everything is fine. Now I can finally rest assured."

"By the way, Brother Yang, they said they would be back soon, but just like Xiaobao, they have to wait until the foundation is successfully established. I am so happy to finally see their letter."

Da Ya was full of joy at the moment, walking back and forth in the room, talking about the things written in the letters from her brothers and sisters.

The other villagers had already been taken away by Dabao.

Yang Donglai read both letters at the same time, looked at Da Ya's excited look, and hugged her into his arms with a smile.

"Now that you have seen their letters, you can rest assured that they will be back soon."

"Well! It's been 4 years, how can I miss them? I finally feel relieved!"

This is a full moon night.

In the past few months, Yang Donglai always looked forward to how good it would be if Pan Baoping sprayed out some foundation-building pills.

But the more I thought about it, the less it came to mind. Every time I sprayed out something, it seemed like a party of stones. Anyway, they were all kinds of fairy stones.

But that's not what he wants at all. What he wants most now is the Foundation Establishment Pill.

Yang Donglai decided that if Baoping still sprayed out those stones, he decided to leave home in the next two days and must find a way to get the Foundation Establishment Pill.

As Pan Baoping's light flashed, Yang Donglai had no hope and was prepared for what rocks to come out.

Hey, things are really different this time.

But when he looked carefully, it looked like a rolled scroll. He finally shook his head and sighed, disappointed.

Even if it is really some kind of calligraphy and painting, what is its use? It is simply not what he needs now.

I wanted to open the scroll to see what was going on, but the scrolls seemed to be stuck together.

Yang Donglai felt that he should shed blood to recognize his master.

Sure enough, a few drops of blood were absorbed as the fingers slid away.

Then I opened it and saw a pavilion, a clear spring, and a piece of land. The whole picture looked lifelike.

Especially the clear spring lake water seems like real living water.

Hey, how is this possible? This, where is this? Is there an illusion?

The scene that happened next could not help but frighten and shocked him.

As he looked at the clear spring lake, he concentrated his mind and came directly to a strange place.

No, this, how come this is exactly the same as the scene in the painting just now? Could it be...?

As I looked around this unfamiliar space, I saw the same pavilion, a clear spring lake, and a real piece of land in front of me.

What particularly surprised him was that the spiritual energy here was extremely strong.

This was definitely all the scenes in that painting, how could he not be filled with surprise.

It's over, how should I go out now? What will Daya do if she can't find me?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he was even more curious and returned to his room.

Then, following my thoughts, I wanted to go in, and my whole body came to the painting again. I felt like I had found a huge treasure, and my heart was beating wildly.

Hey, what is this?

When we arrived under the pavilion, there was a table and chairs placed, especially on the table there were a bunch of seeds of different sizes and shapes.

Then he grabbed a handful of seeds and looked at the piece of land and the clear spring on the other side.

No matter what kind of seeds they were, I just had nothing to do and planted all these seeds on that piece of land.

I held up the clear spring water. It was translucent and crystal clear, and the spiritual energy was misty. I couldn't help but take a sip.

"I saw his eyes suddenly widen in disbelief. It was because the spiritual power in the water was so strong that it felt like what he was drinking was not water, but some kind of fairy spring.

He couldn't help but wonder if he could successfully build the foundation directly if he drank too much of this water.

Finally, the water was placed on top of the buried seeds and left the painting.

Early morning of the second day.

Yang Donglai wanted to walk out of the room to wash up, but subconsciously turned his head and looked at the scroll hanging on the wall.

This was incredible, and I was stunned.

I thought I had seen it wrong, so I rubbed my eyes vigorously.

Because at that moment, I could clearly see on that scroll that all the unknown seeds that were planted last night had sprouted and revealed their heads one by one.

He walked closer to the scroll and took a closer look.

Apart from the strong spiritual energy, there is no reason why these soils are so different. I wonder if it is because of those spiritual springs.

After repeated deliberation, it was determined that the spring water, including the spiritual energy in it, was all extraordinary, and it was clear that yesterday's seeds sprouted today.

Finally, the fields were watered with spring water again, waiting for the change of time.

"Grandpa, the old village chief, why are you here? Please do something about it quickly." "Grandpa, the old village chief, why are you here? Do something about it quickly."

After breakfast, Daya had just finished cleaning up, when the old village chief presented Dabao and came over with several famous people in the village.

Er Laizi and Er Gouzi were also among them.

Daya poured tea for several people.

Send Dabao picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Donglai, we are here to see you this time. We have something important to tell you, and I hope you can agree."

"Grandpa, village chief, why are you so polite to me? If you have anything to do, just tell me. As long as I can do it, I will definitely agree to it."

"What are you talking about? Well, I'm getting older and my ears don't work anymore."

Yang Donglai said loudly into his ear again.

Shuang Dabao smiled and nodded: "What a good boy. Grandpa watched you grow up, and you have never let grandpa down."

Song Dabao took Yang Donglai's hand, paused and then continued: "If it weren't for you and Daya's leadership over the years, our village wouldn't be what it is now!"

"Well, now that grandpa is old and can't do anything anymore, it's time for me, an old guy, to give way!"

Shuang Dabao looked at him seriously and firmly: "Donglai, we discussed it yesterday and wanted you to take over the position of the next village head of our Dahe Village."
Chapter completed!