Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

The refugees settled down around the big mountain village.

Today, the scope of Dashan Village has expanded countless times to the surrounding areas.

There are fields of grain, orchards everywhere, rows of melons and vegetables, green grass, lush trees, and flowers dotted in between. They grow wildly under the scorching sun of the wilderness and flaunt themselves everywhere.

The place is full of vitality and greenery, which is in sharp contrast to the barrenness of the outside world. It is simply a paradise.

Even the heat waves of the wilderness seemed a little weaker under such vitality.

The refugees who had fled here not long ago asked others in confusion, "Is this place really so barren? I always feel like I'm dreaming, a beautiful dream that I don't want to wake up from..."

While taking a break from farming, a man stared in a daze at the wheat ears that were bent in the field.

The people around him patted him hard and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The man nodded stupidly.

"It hurts, it's not a dream!"

At first they were unwilling to believe that in this chaotic world, there actually existed such a paradise. After experiencing the initial disbelief, they began to cherish their current happiness even more.

Unlike that old emperor, who had people post notices everywhere, saying that the lost land would be recovered soon, and asked them to stay in their homes and not run around, increasing the burden on the court.

Listen, is this something a king could say?

Talking about recovering lost territory, he himself doesn't even know where he has hidden himself!

Should these unarmed civilians stay at home and wait to starve to death, or wait to be captured by the imperial court and sent to the army, or be used as targets for slaughter by refugees and the northern barbarian army?

What he sees in his hands is really not better than the pie in the sky he draws?

Everyone picked up their hoes and worked even harder...

By the way, why are the wheat ears here so full? The most... outrageous thing is that they can mature in just a few dozen days, and the yield is astonishingly high!

The output per acre of land actually exceeded two thousand kilograms!

Even in those years when God was kind to them, and even if they did their best to take care of the land at home, they could only get less than one-fifth!

That's not all. The vegetables, fruits, trees, flowers, and even the grass in the village seemed to be very different from anything they had ever seen before...

Too much too much……

Questions popped up in my mind one after another.

This village might be a fairy village, and the Grand Commander is the Bodhisattva who came down from the fairyland to save them!

How lucky they are!

Song Jixiang naturally didn't know what the villagers were thinking.

At this moment, she put down the album in her hand and winked at Xiao Ruyi, "You will go there in a while and deliver these albums to Shifang Market. If you need to order something, just refer to the album.

This way, those of us who stay there will feel much more relaxed.”

However, Yan Hui had complained to her many times, saying that he had talked too much to the shoppers and asked her to think of a solution quickly.

She was thinking about making a brochure when she came back, but she didn't expect that the two little guys had already done it for her.

After all, there are so many varieties of things in their village, and many of them are not available in this dynasty. Without this thick atlas as a reference, it would be difficult for others to understand and distinguish the names and characteristics of various items, foods, and medicines.

Therefore, this atlas is very important to them and saves them a lot of trouble.

The Dashan Village was thriving, but the Shifang Market was already in chaos. This chaos did not mean literally, but referred to the inner turmoil of the people.