Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 10: Regrettably, I cannot assist with that request.

After sleeping in the green fog of the space for one night, Xiao Xian felt indescribably comfortable. Upon waking, she noticed a strange phenomenon: when the chickens of Ge Village crowed for the third time and a red seam appeared on the horizon, the green mist dissipated without a trace, just like ordinary white fog. Inside the space, the immortal seedling was emitting a jade-like green glow. It was still a single "sugarcane" stalk without any leaf sprouting. The lines of green characters on it had also vanished.

Zhou Xiaoxian stretched her limbs as she walked out of the house, her small frame straightening in the early morning sunlight, elongating into a lazy yawn.

The thick plank on top of the well outside the house was to prevent children and livestock from falling into the well. Next to the well, a black iron pump for drawing water was installed. Over a year ago, the village chief went door to door collecting fifty yuan from each household to install it. Xiao Xian had seen Sister-in-law Lian use it the previous evening; pressing the handle next to the water pump caused water to flow out. With no one around, she followed suit and pressed the handle.

When not using the well water, the handle was secured and difficult for a six-year-old child to press; however, having been accustomed to various chores in the Yunteng Sect, Xiao Xian was still getting to grips with her new body. After two days, she had somewhat adapted. The disharmony between body and soul had weakened her strength, but when she exerted herself fully, it was roughly equivalent to the strength of an 11 or 12-year-old.

The water flowed smoothly, and as she leaned to drink, she recalled Sister-in-law Lian's words that well water was unclean and could cause illness if drunk. In the Yunteng Sect, she had never fallen ill, but she had seen sickness caused by plants and flowers—it was no laughing matter.

"Better to drink water from the kettle back inside the house. When in Rome, do as the Romans do; best not to raise Mr. Zhu's suspicions. Time to change how I address him—to grandfather—and not think about Yunteng Sect anymore." Xiao Xian returned to the room, found an iron basin, took the fluffy cloth (towel) her grandfather had been using to wipe her face these past two days, picked up a white ceramic cup, and took the brush (toothbrush) that she had been told to use every morning and evening.

The customs of this world are many and yet few. Few because bowing and kneeling in front of elders isn't required; many because one cannot drink cold raw water, as it is said to cause stomach upset. One must wash hands before and after meals, and use a brush to clean teeth before bed.

Xiao Xian busied herself at the well, wiping her face with cold water several times, wringing out the towel, and washing her face. There was nowhere nearby to dispose of the used water, so thinking it over, Xiao Xian went behind the house and splashed it under the White Pear Tree. Unbeknownst to her, the effect of the immortal seedling seed leaves on her body had not dissipated; even the water she used to wash her face carried a hint of Iron-grade Spiritual Power.

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The White Pear Tree in the dawn's light was bearing a dozen old fruits. Several Pear Fruits that had fallen during yesterday's fight with the Miao Clan children had been bitten by stray dogs and were scattered on the ground. Xiao Xian had not carefully examined the tree trunk for any characters yesterday, but now she paid attention after last night's incident.

The characters that had appeared on the tree trunk the previous night, following the emergence of the writing effect from the immortal seedling, were no longer visible on the trunk. Instead, they reflected directly into her mind, the same as what she had seen the night before: a two-year-old White Pear Tree. Xiao Xian then searched behind the house for other plants to test whether the same effect occurred.

Mr. Zhu had moved in not long ago, so the area behind the house was untended and disorderly. Besides the naturally growing White Pear Tree, there was a bamboo frame left behind, with some withered bitter gourd vines hanging, likely planted by one of the neighbors. The vines were completely dried up, but an old bitter gourd that had been overlooked was nestling at the bottom of the frame, bulging with a full belly of mature seeds.

"One-year-old bitter gourd, long club-shaped, 30 centimeters tall, 3 centimeters in diameter, vine-like plant, heat and humidity tolerant, frost averse. Planted in spring, fruits in summer, a single fruit can sustain the life of up to 26 plants." Xiao Xian plucked the old bitter gourd, and some characters appeared in her mind, although they were fainter compared to those on the White Pear Tree.

Tearing open the wrinkled dry outer skin of the bitter gourd, the seeds inside had turned brown-black in color. Perhaps due to soil conditions, the neglected bitter gourd hadn't developed fully; counting the healthy seeds inside, there were exactly 26.

The two-year-old White Pear Tree, the one-year-old bitter gourd, the fruit yield of the pear tree, and the seed setting rate of the bitter gourd, the combination of both meant it couldn't be her imagination. The Iron-grade space allowed one to glimpse the origin of a hundred things, that must be what they were talking about. It's just that the writing on the one-year-old bitter gourd was much fainter, while the older the tree, the more detailed and clear the information seen.

"Xiao Xian, what are you squatting behind the house doing?" Xiao Xian was lost in thought when Mr. Zhu Shijun, the old man, walked over from the front of the house. The old man had changed into a moon-white silk exercise outfit, stroking the short beard on his chin, his eyes bright and full of vigor, looking very energetic.

After waking up, Mr. Zhu Shijun had put on his exercise clothes and, as usual before going up the mountain, checked to see if his granddaughter was still sleeping soundly. Glancing inside the house, he couldn't see his granddaughter anywhere, and hurriedly went outside to search. He then noticed some water stains near the doorway by the well and the washing tools left there, indicating someone had washed up earlier.

Xiao Xian nonchalantly threw back the old loofah and walked towards the old man with a basin in her hand.

"Grandpa is going to exercise on the mountain, you stay at home and behave. Sister-in-law Lian will come over to cook in a while," Mr. Zhu Shijun said, looking at the basin and the neatly arranged cleaning tools.

"Grandpa, I want to go too," Xiao Xian had no interest in listening to Sister-in-law Lian talk about whose hen had laid two eggs in one day, whose roof tiles had fallen off, or who got hit on the head – the incessant chatter was making her ears form calluses.

Mr. Zhu Shijun checked the time; it was only 5:15 AM, more than half an hour until Sister-in-law Lian's arrival. It didn't feel right to leave Xiao Xian alone at home.

"That's fine, you can follow Grandpa up to Leigong Mountain and have a look. Haven't you always been clamoring to see the Miao family's stilted buildings? From Leigong Mountain looking towards Black Mountain, you can see them clearly." They say if you live in a place, you should get to know it intimately. Before, Xiao Xian couldn't move around well and stayed indoors all day, not interacting with other kids from the neighborhood, which is why she became more and more haughty. It's good to get out and about.

The old man and the young girl didn't bother to lock the door and headed up the mountain.

Below the white pear tree that Xiao Xian had splashed with face-washing water, the soil emitted a "gurgling" swallowing sound. The trunk of the white pear tree seemed to deepen in color, as if smeared with several strokes of thick ink, and the few pear fruits atop the tree abruptly grew larger – but these subtle changes were, for the time being, unnoticed by the household beneath the tree.

Mountain folk rise early; it was just 5:00 AM and smoke was already rising from several chimneys, signaling the start of breakfast preparations.

Amidst the mountain's underbrush, a woodcutter brandishing a chopper lifted his head and wiped off a handful of sweat, just as he saw a white-clothed old man with his hands clasped behind his back, strolling up the mountain path: "Xiao Xian, slow down."

The nimble girl walked through the mountain with ease, not tripping over at all and gliding as if on flat ground, occasionally waving back at the old man: "Grandpa, too slow, the sun's going to start shining on our butts."

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The weekend is here, so I'm taking the opportunity to stretch out the 'sugarcane seedling'. Twisting the bare and skinny stem, "In broad daylight, with no spiritual energy, I want to sprout, asking for various types of support – votes, reviews, gifts, watering, yeah."