Chapter 405: with translation of chapter title

Through Chen Wuji's righteous and stern resistance, he finally got rid of the same treatment as Qin Feng.

However, to satisfy Qin Zhanhong and Xiao Yuji's curiosity, he demonstrated to them in a proper way what that kind of play Qin Feng engaged in actually was.

The very open-minded Qin Zhanhong didn't like this kind of play, but...

What surprised Chen Wuji immensely was that Xiao Yuji actually liked this way.

Human nature, sometimes truly hard to describe in words.

Qin Zhanhong's exterior is cold and unapproachable, but in this aspect he's fiery like an active volcano.

And Xiao Yuji, who in Yunan City wouldn't praise her as a dignified, graceful lady from a respectable family?

So what happened...

After a brief indulgence, Chen Wuji naturally slept until mid-morning.

If it weren't for Xiao Zong's sudden arrival interrupting his sleep, he could have slept until afternoon.

Although the continuous fighting hadn't exhausted him completely, he was indeed tired; now that he's at leisure, he always feels he's missed a lot of sleep.

In the side hall of the Xianya, Chen Wuji met Xiao Zong.

It turned out Xiao Zong was anxious to go make paper; that morning he had people gather some necessary belongings, then picked over ten reliable artisans from the city, and hurried to see Chen Wuji.

Chen Wuji summoned a clerk, had him take Xiao Zong up the mountain, and arranged the follow-up matters properly.

Xiao Zong didn't linger a moment, took the artisan roster he brought, followed the clerk and hurried off; Chen Wuji had thought he would ask a little about Xiao Yuji, after all the girl hadn't returned home last night.

But Xiao Zong didn't even mention it.

Even the sole daughter had to step aside in the face of papermaking technique.

In the afternoon, Chen Wuji ordered people to purchase some daily supplies in the city, and brought the Personal Guard Lìng back to the village.

Actually he hadn't left the village long, but he felt as if it had been years since he'd been away.

Eager to return home, the feeling of near-hometown timidity surfaced.

He didn't go to the Chen Family's mountain village, which had consumed generations of ancestors' painstaking effort to build, but returned to Xishan Village.

The war in Yunan County had ended; Qin Feng was racking his brains over postwar livelihood restoration, and Chen Wuji also needed to keep this village alive.

His transmigration birthplace, even if it's just a poor little village, his dwelling is only a few rooms' shabby courtyard, far less grand and splendid than the Xianya's buildings.

But here, every brick and tile, every blade of grass and tree, in Chen Wuji's heart are weighty and irreplaceable.

This place, is his home.

Entering the courtyard, Chen Wuji took off his inner leather armor's sturdy outfit, changed into a convenient work short jacket, and began to repair the doors, windows, and walls destroyed by the bandits.

Seeing this, the Personal Guard each started to look for work to do.

Out of the six hundred Personal Guard, half were on leave, but the remaining still numbered three hundred.

In this small courtyard, three hundred people working together didn't even need half an hour to clean everything inside and out spotless for Chen Wuji, not a speck of dust.

They even, as a side task, built the outer courtyard wall that had previously not been built.

Earlier, Chen Wuji had Chen Li lead people to build another courtyard outside for easier habitation; the houses were all built, but after the war broke out, some finishing work remained undone.

The three hundred Personal Guard each used their specialties, and in moments arranged everything neatly for Chen Wuji.

Many hands make great power, fully demonstrated at this moment.

Qin Zhanhong and Xiao Yuji, who followed Chen Wuji here, were also not idle.

The two women who had never cooked brought over a chopping block, set up a big pot, took out vegetables and meat from the purchased supplies, and were ready to show their skills.

But Chen Wuji stopped them.

Two women who had never cooked—who knows what they'd end up making.

Their intention is enough.

To avoid wasting food, Chen Wuji had them just prepare the vegetables and meat, while the stir-frying task remained his to do.

"Come a few people, follow me to move the wine; today we'll have a few drinks." Chen Wuji patted the dust off his clothes and said to the busy Personal Guard.

The officers and soldiers shouted in unison, instantly excited, several rushed over eagerly.

"Bring the iron spade." Chen Wuji ordered, leading the Personal Guard with a swaying, unfilial step to Chen Bushi's house, then they dug three feet deep.

Chen Wuji also didn't know where Chen Bushi had buried the wine.

But he knew there definitely was some.

Anyway, with many people, Chen Wuji came up with the stupidest method: dig spot by spot around the house.

And Chen Bushi didn't disappoint Chen Wuji; a group of people plowed less than a tenth of a field, and wine jars emerged from the ground, dozens of wine jars neatly arranged, surrounded by earth bricks.

"Move quickly, move quickly!" Chen Wuji loudly ordered.

He just knew that old rascal Chen Bushi had a stash, and sure enough, the amount was not small.

Chen Bushi and Qin Feng are both lovers of wine; the wine they hid is none bad, all much better than the ordinary wine available for purchase in Yunan City.

Moreover, these two share a common trait in hiding wine: the deeper it's buried, the better it is.

A group of people, each taking two jars, looted Chen Bushi's stash.

However, Chen Wuji still left him a few jars, not cutting off his roots.

Just in case this wine could still grow later.

More importantly, Chen Wuji worried that if he left not even a jar, Chen Bushi would return and fight him to the death.

Returning home, Chen Wuji personally took charge of the wok to stir-fry the dishes.

The Personal Guard meanwhile made tables and chairs on the spot for the upcoming meal.

The tables and chairs needed for three hundred people are not few, but fortunately they are also numerous.

Their progress even got ahead of Chen Wuji's.

However, before the food and drink even reached their mouths, the debt collectors arrived first.

"Chen Wuji, tell me what you just did?" Chen Bushi rushed in aggressively, but alas, as soon as he moved his foot, he was blocked by dozens of knives.

Chen Wushuang and the others knew Chen Bushi, but the old veterans that Yang Tiejiang brought did not know him.

They saw Chen Bushi holding a wooden stick, coming with a fierce aura, and thought he was coming to rob and kill, so they immediately prepared to draw their knives and fight.

"Put away your knives, he's my third uncle and also another commandant of ours." Chen Wuji said urgently, "Besides, this fine liquor is what he brought for everyone—you should thank him properly!"

The soldiers, upon hearing this, immediately sheathed their knives, each smiling like chrysanthemums as they thanked Commandant Guo Yi for the wine.

Chen Wuji and Chen Bushi both share the surname Chen; to distinguish them, they gave Chen Bushi a full title.

Chen Bushi watched this scene with a dark face, the corner of his mouth stiffly twitching.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, this is what I should do for everyone—just a few jars of wine, drink up, drink up." Chen Bushi forced a smile, saying something against his will, he walked past the personal guard to Chen Wuji's side.

"Chen Wuji, are you still human? Why don't you dig up my two shabby thatched huts too?" Chen Bushi had a smile at the corner of his mouth, kept nodding at the personal guard, and his voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.