tkworld Chapter 143 God Soil Matches Goddess: Why Should She Be Given the Job of Wiping the Table?
Chapter 143 God Soil Matches Goddess: Why Should She Be Given the Job of Wiping the Table?
Looking at her three cousins, who were both excited and nervous, Fang Qingxue felt a surge of emotions.
Once upon a time, they were the most dazzling rising stars in the Fang family, beings that countless collateral descendants could only look up to in their entire lives.
But now, they have to start from the most basic menial tasks here.
But Fang Qingxue felt no sympathy, only deep envy.
She knew better than anyone else what incredible fortune lay behind this seemingly humble task.
"Cheer up, everyone."
Fang Qingxue composed herself, the head maid's imposing presence now looming over her: "The master's courtyard is not for idlers. From this moment on, every action you take represents the face of the Fang family, and even more so, the master's face. There is no room for error!"
"Yes! Sister Qingxue!" the three women replied in unison, their voices clear but unable to hide a slight tremor.
"Lingshan." Fang Qingxue looked at Fang Lingshan, the youngest and most lively girl.
"exist!"
"Your task is to go to the vegetable garden and assist the head gardener in improving the soil." Fang Qingxue pointed to the vegetable garden that had just been sprinkled with "Nine Heavens Breath Soil," her tone becoming extremely solemn. "Remember, that area is now the most important place in the entire courtyard besides the master. You must cherish it as you would cherish your own eyes."
"Yes! I promise to complete the mission!" Fang Lingshan's face turned bright red. Being able to personally take care of that sacred land was a wonderful thing that far exceeded her imagination.
She practically skipped as she ran toward the vegetable patch.
Beside the vegetable garden, a man so burly he seemed inhuman stood shirtless. His body was covered in bulging muscles, and several hideous scars stretched from his cheeks to his chest, rising and falling slightly with his breath.
He was using an obsidian-like shovel to gently mix the "Nine Heavens Breath Soil," which emitted an earthy yellow glow, with the original soil.
His movements, focused and devout, stood in stark contrast to his fierce, demonic appearance. He wasn't tilling the land; he was presiding over a sacred ritual.
"Um... Hello, Head Gardener, my name is Fang Lingshan, I'm new here to help out." Fang Lingshan walked up to him and greeted him somewhat timidly.
The man raised his head, his beast-like eyes sweeping over.
A murderous aura, formed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, rushed towards her. Fang Lingshan felt a chill run through her body, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed.
"New here?" The man's voice was hoarse and deep, like two pieces of raw iron rubbing together. "Did the head maid send you?"
"Yes...yes." Fang Lingshan's voice was trembling.
"Hmm." The man nodded, and the murderous aura that could have terrified a grandmaster vanished instantly. He pointed to a small shovel beside him, "Take this and learn from me."
"Remember, sir, your vegetable garden doesn't require brute force, it requires care."
He paused, then spoke in a tone as if reciting a divine oracle: "This land is a gift from the Master, soil of miracles. Every shovelful must be taken with gratitude. The more sincere your heart, the more the vegetables you grow will please the Master. Do you understand?"
Looking at his fierce-looking face and listening to his rambling words, Fang Lingshan's mind was in complete confusion, and she could only nod subconsciously.
On the other side, Fang Qingxue led the gentle and quiet Fang Ruoxi into the teacher's study.
"Ruoxi, your task is to take care of Master's daily life, including tidying up the study and making tea for him." Fang Qingxue's voice was very low, as if afraid of disturbing the dust here.
She pointed to the tea tray carved from a single piece of "Tianshan Cold Jade" next to the desk, and the set of simple and elegant purple clay teaware on it.
"Making tea for the master is the most honorable, but also the most dangerous job in this courtyard." Fang Qingxue's expression was more solemn than ever before.
She used a pair of jade chopsticks to pick out a tea leaf from a jade box.
The tea leaves were emerald green and glistening with moisture; the veins on the leaves seemed to be breathing slowly, as if life were flowing through them.
These are leaves from the World Tree.
"The Dao essence contained in this tea leaf is enough to cause a Grandmaster to explode and die on the spot. Therefore, when brewing it, the water temperature, the time, and even the control of your own true energy must be precise."
"You must use your mind to neutralize, guide, and tame the power within the tea leaves, ultimately transforming it into a warm and mellow tea soup. This process is also a form of spiritual practice for you."
Fang Ruoxi stared at the small tea leaf, feeling the immense vitality emanating from it that made her soul tremble. Her palms were instantly soaked with cold sweat.
She nodded heavily, her eyes filled with unwavering determination.
She knew that her sister was imparting the supreme Dharma to her, and that it was an opportunity bestowed upon her by her teacher.
Finally, Fang Qingxue walked up to Fang Yubing, who had the most aloof and elegant demeanor.
"Yubing, your task is to clean the courtyard." Fang Qingxue pointed to the stone table made of an unknown white jade and several stone stools in the center of the courtyard. "Let's start by wiping this table."
Upon hearing this, Fang Yubing's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
She believed that her talent and temperament were both top-notch, and she was the center of attention at home, never losing out to Fang Qingxue.
Upon arriving here, Ling Shan was assigned to tend the sacred land, and Ruo Xi was assigned to learn how to brew celestial tea—these two opportunities sound like incredible chances.
And all I was assigned was... wiping tables?
A deep sense of loss and resentment pierced her heart like a thorn.
But she didn't show it; she simply suppressed her emotions and nodded in response, "Yes, Sister Qingxue."
She picked up an ordinary rag, walked to the stone table, and prepared to start her first job.
At the other end of the alley, another head peeked out from the top of Old Wang's wall.
Old Wang was still carrying the bunch of scallions he had carefully selected, which were still glistening with morning dew, to give to Mr. Lin.
He looked at the three fairy-like newlyweds in the courtyard; one was turning over the soil with a shovel, and another was walking towards the stone table with a rag...
Old Wang felt that his worldview had been crushed and trampled on several times this morning.
"Are all the maids in a fairy's house this beautiful? Is this job... a way of experiencing life?"
He looked down at the bunch of bright green scallions in his hand and suddenly felt that this thing was... a little embarrassing to show off.
He hesitated for a long time, then finally sighed and quietly moved the ladder back.
Never mind, maybe next time.
Next time, I must prepare a generous gift befitting my divine status!