Today is cloudy, the sun hidden behind the clouds, making the ride on the electric scooter feel especially pleasant.
The spring air after a rainfall carries a faint grassy aroma, and the occasional bird calls brushing past his ears brighten Han Qiwu's mood considerably.
"Life really is more interesting in the village."
As he passed the small hill near the village, Han Qiwu had a sudden thought—if he ever chops down all the trees in the Mist Forest someday, perhaps he should just set about contracting a hill here and take his time cutting them down.
As for the money needed to lease the hill, selling some fruits and vegetables might be enough to scrape it together.
Not to mention, his family's giant cauliflower alone could collect a pile of awards and trophies at the expo.
This thing is as rare as "scorpion droppings—one of a kind."
Arriving at the entrance of the blacksmith shop, Han Qiwu carried a crystal orb in his hand and walked in with a smile.
"Ding ding ding."
