Little Lord

This pier, which is Jiang Zhuozhuo's favorite place to visit, is becoming more and more lively day by day.

I don’t know how Maine talked with Wilde, but now quite a few commercial buildings have been built in this seaport, and they are all built in designated locations according to Old Lu’s plan.

According to Lao Lu, since he has arrived, all construction planning in the Woye Province will be under his control, and no buildings other than his plans will be allowed to emerge out of thin air.

[crossed out] Unless some little round bird wants to [crossed out]
No matter how long he had known each other, Jiang Zhuozhuo always felt that Old Lu... was like the kind of arrogant villain who was hated by everyone!

Jiang Zhuozhuo found a good spot for painting, and directed Huo Weiler to put down the easel. He immediately performed a trick of crossing the river and destroying the bridge: "You can go and do your own thing."

Howell said nothing and turned to get the things his friend had asked someone to bring for him.

There weren't any valuable items, just some daily-use stuff and notes from past missions.

Howell quickly collected all the information. After thinking for a while, he turned into an eagle and went to watch Jiang Zhuozhuo who was painting on the dock not far away.

Jiang Zhuozhuo painted the scenery of the dock for a while, and many children gathered around her curiously to see what she was doing.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhuozhuo didn’t have the problem of not being able to draw when someone was watching her. She drew very enthusiastically amid the children’s exclamations of “Wow, that’s the house!”, “Wow, that’s the warehouse!”, “Wow, that’s the mountain”, and felt like she was now a peerless master.

Seeing more and more children gathering around her, she decided to draw figure sketches instead.

Of course, with so many people on the pier, it would be impossible to paint them all.

Looking at the curious eyes around him, Jiang Zhuozhuo said with a smile: "I will teach you to recite a poem. Whoever recites it first will be given a portrait by me!"

The group of children around them asked all at once:
"What poem?"
"What is poetry?"
"What is a painting?"

Jiang Zhuozhuo used to go sketching with her teachers and classmates. She had also been to a very poor village with beautiful scenery. There were also many left-behind children who came over curiously to watch them paint.

But those kids have been to school after all, so they basically know everything they should know.

Jiang Zhuozhuo actually didn't know how to explain to the children what "poetry" was for a moment. She had been reading poetry since she was a child.

On summer nights when the weather was very hot, her grandmother would take her outside to enjoy the cool air and sleep. Sometimes she would tell her stories, and sometimes she would teach her to recite poems. When the moon was full, she would recite "Look up at the bright moon"; when the stars were bright, she would recite "You can pick the stars with your hands."

Jiang Zhuozhuo thought for a moment, and first drew a moon on the white paper in front of her, and then drew a figure looking up at the moon below. It was clear that she only used a few strokes, but people could tell what she was drawing at a glance.

The children nearby couldn't wait to say: "He is looking at the moon!"

Then someone else said: "He looks a bit sad."

It was clearly just a back view, and you couldn't see his face, let alone the expression on his face, but it gave people the feeling that he was sad.

Jiang Zhuozhuo glanced at the child who said "sad", nodded and said, "This is the painting."

She started writing on the painting, and the poem she wrote was "Quiet Night Thoughts", which countless people can recite by heart.

After writing these four simple lines of poetry, Jiang Zhuozhuo recited them to the children himself.

I don’t know if the phoenix is ​​born with the ability to educate the birds, but when she was reciting, all the children were unusually quiet, as if they had walked into the quiet guest house with the scene in the poem - in the silent night, a wanderer in a foreign land woke up and saw the bright moon like frost in front of the bed. He got up alone, walked to the bed, looked up at the moon for a long time, and finally lowered his head with sore eyes, missing the mountains, water and people of his hometown.

Jiang Zhuozhuo said: "This is poetry."

This sentence made the birds wake up from their dreams. They all felt like they had experienced a short and melancholy dream. In the dream, they arrived in another world and felt many emotions that they would never have. They felt very uncomfortable, and their hearts and heads were beating inexplicably.

I don't know which little bird started to cry first, but then the young birds started to wail one after another.

Jiang Zhuozhuo: =口=
what happened!

She just recited "Quiet Night Thoughts"!
What to do? What to do? What to do!
I really want to turn into a bird and fly away on the spot!
Seeing that the adults nearby were gradually attracted to ask what happened, Jiang Zhuozhuo also wanted to ask!

Huo Weiler noticed the movement here and flew down to block Jiang Zhuozhuo. He still had a mask on his face, so others couldn't see his appearance clearly, but could only feel the pressure from him.

Even the young birds stopped crying and just shrugged their shoulders and sobbed.

Howell went forward to check on the young birds and discovered to his amazement that... these young birds all had a tendency to advance.

Because their spiritual consciousness has suddenly reached the threshold of advancement, but the body's nutrition has not yet caught up, this group of young birds are still in such pain.

Hoville said to the adult birds around him: "They are fine, they just need to take in a lot of nutrition as they are about to advance."

The adult birds blurted out: "Impossible! How is it possible that so many children want to advance at the same time? Among the 100 people here, not even one can advance..."

It is precisely because their spiritual consciousness basically cannot be advanced, so no matter what they do, there is an upper limit, and the entire tribe is trapped here and cannot go anywhere!

Almost no one in the Fertile Province can live to receive the blessing of the Mother Goddess.

Even if some of them occasionally managed to go out and do menial jobs such as sailors, people outside would be disgusted when they heard that they came from the Fertile Province.

They are all descendants of sinners rejected by the Mother Goddess!
Jiang Zhuozhuo finally reacted and asked someone to go to the "Zhengdian French Fries" chain store to get some food to see if it could alleviate the suffering of these young birds.

Baskets of steamed buns were quickly delivered. This was a new product from the "Zhengdian French Fries" chain store. Like the power noodles, it could enhance the strength of the bird tribe.

At the smell of the mouth-watering aroma, many young birds' stomachs rumbled uncontrollably.

Jiang Zhuozhuo knew that he had to take responsibility for this situation, so he said to the children who were looking at him eagerly: "Eat, it's my treat."

Although the nutrition may not be very comprehensive, it should be enough for these skinny young birds.

Of course, it would be even better if you could have a cup of soy milk to supplement some protein!
The children began to eat the steamed buns they were given with big mouthfuls. They found them so fragrant, sweet and soft, and they were simply the most delicious thing in the world.

After a while, all the young birds stopped being restless. They felt warm and comfortable all over.

It was as if they were lying in the arms of the Mother Goddess, receiving her caress. This was the joy and happiness they had never felt since they were born.

The spiritual consciousness will be activated from the moment the bird tribe becomes human, and will continue to strengthen with each person's experience.

However, each stage has a certain upper limit, and once this limit is reached, it cannot grow any further - unless you break through the limit and successfully advance.

Many ethnic groups have been continuously advancing since their childhood, and their strength has naturally become stronger.

Some ethnic groups are stuck at certain stages and cannot break through, or even get over the initial threshold - such as most of the ethnic groups in the Woye Province.

All the adult birds held their breath and looked at the young birds surrounded by them.

They were so comfortable that they suddenly turned into little birds. They looked like they were drunk and dizzy.

Jiang Zhuozhuo was amazed.

She had also learned about advancement in her general education classes on the mainland, and knew that these young birds were now in the stage of having just successfully advanced - at this time, the birds would uncontrollably change back into bird form, and would not be able to change forms freely until their consciousness and body were completely integrated.

But listening to lectures in class is one thing, and seeing it with your own eyes is another.

…So that’s why these young birds advanced after listening to her reciting “The Moon Shines on My Bed”!!

Before Jiang Zhuozhuo could figure out the relationship, one of the birds turned back into a human form. It was the child who first saw the painting and said "He looks sad".

She happily ran to Jiang Zhuozhuo and said, "I can recite it now. Can you draw me?"

He is still thinking about what Jiang Zhuozhuo said earlier!
Jiang Zhuozhuo felt that he was a man of his word. Seeing the child reciting "Quiet Night Thoughts" in a serious manner, he nodded and said, "Pick a seat you like and sit down. I will draw for you."

As Jiang Zhuozhuo began to carefully draw a portrait of the child, the other young birds also completed their progress one after another.

Upon learning that someone else had already obtained the qualification to have their portrait drawn, each young bird felt very unwilling and crowded closer to watch Jiang Zhuozhuo draw.

Howiller retreated to a nearby place and used his high-level spiritual sense to intimidate the adult birds around him, to prevent them from doing anything that would affect Jiang Zhuozhuo.

In fact, Howell was no less shocked than anyone else.

The last time he witnessed such a thing was when Her Majesty the Queen gave a speech to encourage outstanding students from various colleges and universities.

Almost all the students present at that time had breakthroughs of varying degrees.

Of course, there is a world of difference in difficulty between advancing an already very powerful outstanding student and advancing an extremely weak fledgling.

But it is also enough to prove that Jiang Zhuozhuo's Phoenix bloodline has indeed awakened.

Huo Weiler's gaze fell on Jiang Zhuozhuo.

Even in human form, Jiang Zhuozhuo could not be said to be too mature. Her long black hair was tied up, revealing her smooth and beautiful forehead, and her whole face was full of youthfulness that could not be concealed.

It was hard to imagine that she would be involved in the ups and downs of the imperial capital.

Jiang Zhuozhuo was concentrating on drawing a portrait sketch when a bird bravely flew onto her shoulder and whispered to her, "That dangerous guy has been watching you."

As the bird spoke, he secretly glanced in the direction of Howell.

Jiang Zhuozhuo:?

Jiang Zhuozhuo looked at Huo Weiler.

Hoville: "..."

It is well known that knights have good hearing.

Horville did not turn his eyes away, but continued to stand there looking at Jiang Zhuozhuo, as if looking at her like this was his duty as a knight.

When Jiang Zhuozhuo saw Huo Weiler's performance, he immediately felt that it was nothing strange.

After what happened just now, it's normal for Howell to be worried about her painting here alone.

Jiang Zhuozhuo then picked up his pen and drew portraits of several other birds that had recited poems, before happily ending today's sketching activity.

As soon as she packed up her painting supplies, everything fell into Howell's hands.

It can be seen that this person is becoming more and more aware of being a tool eagle!
Jiang Zhuozhuo said: "Just put the painting supplies in the store, no need to carry them around every day."

Howell responded with a "hmm" and dutifully carried the painting supplies to the Whole Foods chain store.

When I turned around, I saw Jiang Zhuozhuo leaning there and eating a white steamed bun.

HOWILLER: .

Jiang Zhuozhuo also enthusiastically shared one with him: "You must be hungry after being out for so long!"

Huo Weiler took the steamed bun and nodded, saying, "Yes, I have a physical training class later, so I should eat something first."

Jiang Zhuozhuo: “…”

Damn it, the steamed bun in my hand no longer tastes fragrant.

(End of this chapter)