Then he politely accepted the pastry, clenched it in both hands, put it in his mouth, and ate slowly, his eyes beaming with delight.
On this day, Mo Hua visited the Spirit Fields again, and just as usual, Ding Miao followed, hopping and skipping behind him.
But what was different from usual was that many people were standing at the crossroads, seemingly waiting for him.
These people were all Spirit Farmers from East Mountain Village.
They were somewhat restrained, but still bowed to Mo Hua in unison.
Then a burly man clasped his hands and said:
"Could I ask the young gentleman... to Draw some Formations for us?"
After speaking, the Spirit Farmers put the baskets and Storage Bags they had brought in front of Mo Hua.
Some contained a few Spirit Stones, some offered bags of Spirit Paddy, some brought a chicken, while others had items like Jade Pendants...
The burly man said, somewhat ashamed:
"The gifts are humble, I hope the young gentleman... won’t look down on them."
After saying that, the crowd bowed to Mo Hua again in unison.
In this group of Cultivators, there were old and young, men and women.
Some were in the twilight of their years, their hair white; some were in the prime of life, tall and strong; but without exception, all of them were bowing their heads to Mo Hua, pleading earnestly.
And Mo Hua was just a thirteen-year-old little Cultivator.
Life’s pressures forced them to bow their heads to a much younger Cultivator.
Or perhaps, they had to bow their heads to life itself.
Mo Hua sighed silently in his heart and then nodded:
"Okay, I’ll Draw them for you."
The burly man raised his head, seemingly not expecting Mo Hua to agree so quickly. His eyes first showed shock and then immense gratitude as he solemnly clasped his fists and said:
"Thank you, young gentleman!"
The rest of the crowd also appeared overjoyed and thanked him in unison:
"Thank you, young gentleman!"
...
Among them, some had offended the Sun Family and had the Formations in their Spirit Fields destroyed, yielding very little harvest of Spirit Rice;
Some were too stubborn and would rather starve than ask for help from the Sun Family;
The majority, like Old Ding, had repaired their Formations again and again, accruing debts to the Sun Family they could not repay...
But without the Sun Family Drawing Formations, no one else would do it for them.
Among the Spirit Farmers, there was simply no one who could draw Formations.
Even if they wanted to learn, there was nowhere to go to learn.
The burly man respectfully led the way in front.
Following him, Mo Hua went to each family’s Spirit Field, Drawing one Formation after another.
These Formations that left them utterly helpless were but child’s play for Mo Hua.
Mo Hua’s small hand held the brush, almost effortlessly, with just a few strokes, he outlined the Formations with ease.
A crowd of Spirit Farmers watched in amazement.
This was the first time they had seen someone draw Formations like this.
Moreover, the one Drawing the Formations was a boy in his early teens.
Ding Miao also gazed at Mo Hua’s figure, her large eyes filled with admiration.
Mo Hua was focused on Drawing the Formation Patterns, and the previously incomplete Formations in the Spirit Fields were gradually made whole by him.
As he was Drawing, a commotion arose in the distance.
Mo Hua turned to look and saw a group of haughty Cultivators striding arrogantly his way.
As they walked, they shoved aside the Spirit Farmers in their path, carelessly destroyed the ridges, and ruined the Formation Patterns Mo Hua had just finished drawing, one after another.
The leader of the Cultivators, dressed in brocaded clothes, with a flippant look on his face, was none other than Sun Ze.
He approached Mo Hua and sneered:
"You little brat, you don’t know what’s good for you."
Mo Hua slowly stood up, his clear eyes shimmering with a hint of sharpness:
"The one who doesn’t know what’s good for him is you."