The Mountain God's Farmhouse

Bai Wu couldn't remember how long he'd been asleep. He only remembered that he'd once been a spirit beast by the mountain god's side, and that the mountain god had once governed the earth's spiritual veins and received offerings from the people. But the mountain god had fallen, leaving behind only a faint wisp of divine breath, dwelling in an abandoned shrine on a desolate mountain. Bai Wu looked at the drafty, leaky shrine, the overgrown barren mountain, and the divine breath that could vanish at any moment, and was at a loss for words. We're broke! My home is so poor! To keep himself fed, Bai Wu rolled up his sleeves and got to work. He cleared fields and planted crops, dug for bamboo shoots and picked mushrooms, raised chickens and ducks. Life grew more comfortable by the day. It was easy enough to feed himself, but taking care of his revered lord was so hard! Bai Wu crouched on the ground, drawing circles. "My lord, I've planted so many vegetables, raised so many chickens, and grown so many flowers. Why haven't you woken up yet?" Qingqi Village was famous throughout the surrounding area as a poor, remote backwater. Barren mountains, terrible roads, infertile soil. The young people couldn't stand it and went to the city to find work, leaving only the elderly and children behind in the village. Then one day, the villagers of Qingqi Village noticed that Qingqi Mountain, abandoned for who knew how many years, had changed. A spring that had been dry for years began flowing again. Water the fields with it, and anything you planted would grow. From then on, the village's fruit trees were laden with produce, and crop yields doubled. The wild vegetables and fruit from the mountain tasted unbelievably good, too. Most remarkable of all was the girl living halfway up the mountain. A simple bowl of chicken braised with bamboo shoots could make a boss drive hundreds of kilometers just to try it. A casual pot of mountain spring tea drew countless people eager to visit. But even when the reservation phone rang nonstop and prices soared sky-high, the girl only welcomed those with whom she was fated to meet. Qingqi Village, once on the verge of becoming an empty village, became a nationally renowned model for rural tourism. The villagers made a fortune, and young people returned home to start businesses. The once-poor mountain ravine was transformed into a land of wealth. Any post about Qingqi Village attracted countless views and likes. Nobody knew that every like and share, every time someone's wish was fulfilled, quietly became golden faith power and flowed into the divine breath in the dilapidated shrine. The divine breath grew brighter and brighter, reviving the mountain's depleted spiritual veins. Then one day, a man with an otherworldly air finally emerged from the silvery-white mist that perpetually shrouded the mountains. He stood before Bai Wu, smiling. "Don't talk nonsense. How am I hard to take care of?" Reader's Guide: A chatty, much-loved little mountain cat spirit VS a cool but openly biased mountain god who protects his cub This is a cozy, slow-paced story about farming and building a community. If you like soothing everyday life stories, please add it to your favorites~ Core Message: Hard work is the path to prosperity.