Zhuang Yu hurriedly transplanted the lotus seedlings into the river.

When the river was full of blooming lotus flowers, it would surely be another beautiful sight.

Seeing Zhuang Yu transplanting the flower seedlings into the river, some people were puzzled. "Can flowers really be planted in the water? What would such flowers look like?"

Zhuang Yu's face was all smiles as he said, "Lotus leaves reaching the sky, lotus flowers reflecting the sun."

Although somewhat tongue-twisting, the people of the Crimson Great City saw a different scenery from the middle, and their eyes seemed to brighten up.

From then on, the people of the Crimson Great City learned a peculiar phrase. Whenever they saw lotus leaves that hadn't grown tall yet, they would say this phrase.

Then they would patiently wait, waiting for the scenery described in the phrase to appear before them.

This was what Zhuang Yu told them, and they believed it wholeheartedly. They wanted to see how the lotus leaves would connect heaven and earth, and how the lotus flowers would reflect in the river.

Moreover, they felt they wouldn't have to wait long because the lotus flowers in the river seemed to grow unusually fast, even faster than the berry trees and flower seedlings on the shore.

Zhuang Yu thought to himself, of course they grew fast. They soaked in Little Mushroom's bathwater every day.

The lotus leaves emerged from the surface of the river, unique with their round shape, large and beautiful. Even before flowering, they attracted countless spectators.

Especially the fish in the river loved to hide from the sun under the lotus leaves.

With ten scorching suns in the sky, the fish weren't foolish. So as long as they looked under the lotus leaves, they would always see a few fish, big or small, swimming around.

The people who came to fish were delighted. As long as they cast their hooks near the lotus leaves, they would always catch a couple of fish.

A group of children were also happy because Zhuang Yu made them a fishing net shaped like a butterfly net. Holding poles with fishing nets tied to them, the group of little ones walked along, laughing and playing happily, occasionally catching some particularly fat fish.

Under the blazing sun, the silver bell-like laughter resounded.

This lively and vibrant scene made the entire Crimson Great City seem to rise like the morning sun.

Outside the moat, the green grasslands planted by the Qing Sang Tribe were getting larger and larger, forming the largest green circle on the outermost perimeter.

Some small cattle and sheep were also driven to the outermost grasslands.

The children of the Crimson Great City happily ran and rolled on the grasslands, herding cattle and sheep. They casually picked up dried cow dung cakes and buried them in the grass.

Because the Young Lord said their grasslands had to be kept especially clean-no cow dung everywhere, no cow dung smell. So besides playing and herding cattle and sheep on the grasslands, the children of the Crimson Great City also had to clean them.

Anyway, whenever they saw cow dung cakes, they would pick them up and bury them. This became a habit.

And the Young Lord said that by doing so, they could make the grasslands grow more luxuriantly, calling it an ecological self-circulation. So the grasslands were very clean, and they weren't afraid to roll on them.

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