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In Anning Valley, life continued to be peaceful and serene. Fu Xingchen often walked through the fields, teaching the young men how to accurately identify weeds and cleverly remove them without damaging the crops. "Look, this plant with long, slender leaves and reddish stems is Wild Oats. It grows very quickly and competes with our wheat seedlings for nutrients, so we need to get rid of it quickly." The young men focused intently, following Fu Xingchen's instructions.
Mu Yunfan, along with several villagers, was in the mountains setting up hunting traps, skillfully camouflaging them with vines and branches to ensure that the prey remained unaware. Su Yizhi squatted beside the women, carefully inspecting the parts of the Weaving Machine. He picked up tools and diligently tightened any loose components.
One day, a disheveled man covered in dust stumbled into the valley. His steps were unsteady, and his eyes were frantic as he rushed toward the gathering crowd. The villagers noticed him and put down their work to surround him. "Who are you? How did you end up here?" an elder asked. The man gasped for breath, his voice hoarse: "I... I was a Messenger, fleeing from the war, and accidentally ended up here."
Fu Xingchen, Mu Yunfan, and Su Yizhi heard the commotion and quickly arrived at the scene. Fu Xingchen said with concern, "Brother, don't panic. Drink some water and tell us slowly. What is happening outside?" The man took the water offered by a villager and drank it down in one gulp, regaining some composure.
"At first, it was like hell on earth out there. The Wei Kingdom was embroiled in a three-way war; people were fleeing everywhere, and corpses were scattered across the land. Cities were breached, homes set ablaze, and cries of despair filled the air. Various factions fought ruthlessly for territory, innocent civilians were slaughtered, fields lay barren, and no crops could be harvested." As he spoke, his eyes reddened with tears.
Mu Yunfan furrowed his brow and clenched his fist as he asked, "Is there any sign of peace in this chaos?"
The man sighed deeply before continuing, "Strangely enough, recently there has been a shift in the situation. A young general from the Wei Kingdom named Zhao Yunfei has emerged; he is both wise and brave, leading the Wei army to victory against both Shu and Wu forces. But I don't know more details... I only heard about this outcome while fleeing. I never expected to stumble into such a new world today."
Hearing this, Fu Xingchen and the others felt a mix of emotions. Su Yizhi couldn't help but say, "After years of war, there are too many issues to resolve; it will take time for things to truly recover."
The group felt sorrow for the suffering endured by those outside while also feeling relieved at the prospect of unification. After a moment of contemplation, Fu Xingchen addressed Mu Yunfan and Su Yizhi: "We have stability here in Anning Valley. Now that things are improving outside, the people will be able to live better lives; we should focus on maintaining our way of life here."
Mu Yunfan nodded in agreement: "Brother Fu is right. Anning Valley is our home; if peace returns outside, we must protect what we have here even more." Fu Xingchen then gathered everyone in the valley to share what the Messenger had said. The villagers listened attentively and expressed their thoughts.
A middle-aged man stood up and said: "Young Master Fu, we live well in the valley; now that things are getting better outside, let's settle down here." A Sister added with a smile: "Yes! We have all suffered before; now that both sides are at peace, how wonderful it is."
From that day on, Fu Xingchen and his companions devoted themselves even more to nurturing Anning Valley. Fu Xingchen continued to study farming techniques and improve seeds; Mu Yunfan led everyone in reinforcing their homes and enhancing defenses; Su Yizhi taught children how to read and write, spreading knowledge among them. They left behind past conflicts and hardships in Anning Valley, wholeheartedly guarding this hard-won tranquil home as they lived out their days peacefully.
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