When water is poured on the sand, the dry sand will turn into wet sand, which Manda can understand.


    If the wet sand is placed for a while, it will become soil, which Manda can''t understand.


    Gaia''s maid, yalant, is making land in the vast desert in her way.


    Her life is simple and pure, and she follows strict work and rest rules every day.


    In the morning, carry water and make land.


    After lunch, sprinkle seeds on the finished land and water it.


    After dinner, he danced for Gaia until dawn.


    Manda reminded alant, "your life is only work, no rest!"


    Yarrant reminded Manda, "you don''t twist your waist hard enough, so you have no food."


    Dancing is really not what Manda is good at, especially this ancient and simple dance. Manda thinks it is more suitable for women and needs flexible joints and round curves, but yarrant is not vague. As long as one action is not in place, the whole dance should be repeated.


    It''s not just about dancing. Arante is hard on everything.


    Manda felt that it was too hard to move water every day. He proposed to build a canal, but yalant refused.


    Manda felt that the desert in the afternoon was too hot and wanted to extend the lunch break appropriately, but yalant refused.


    Manda felt that the food was too light every day. He had salt and other spices in his backpack. He wanted to improve his eating taste properly, but yalant refused.


    Manda felt that the long night was too long. In addition to dancing, she was rejected by yalant whether she could have some other communication.


    Yarrant rejected all Manda''s ideas, but Manda''s ideas never stopped.


    "This brooch is for you," Manda took out a pure gold brooch. "With it, you can fold your robe better."


    The robe in the classical period is a piece of square cloth. Different styles depend on folding and brooch fixation.


    Arante looked at the brooch, shook his head and said, "I don''t need this kind of thing. Simplicity is the beauty that the goddess advocates most."


    "Add a trace of gorgeous ornament to the simplicity, and the simple part will become purer and the gorgeous part will become more perfect." Manda personally put on a brooch for yarrant.


    Yarrant took off the brooch and threw it aside: "nonsense, the simplicity mixed with impurities, how can it be called pure? Have you learned the dance I taught you?"


    "I''ve learned to dance, but it''s still a little monotonous just singing and dancing." Manda took out a flute. "I can accompany you."


    "The goddess''s dance does not need these noisy musical instruments. Human voice is given by the goddess and can sing the most beautiful melody."


    Manda said, "the most beautiful tune must be simple?"


    "Yes!" yarrant replied very firmly.


    Manda had no choice but to sing simple songs and continue to dance with yarrant.


    Manda, who hadn''t slept for two nights, fell asleep during the dance and stayed in a position where she was about to twist her waist but didn''t twist out.


    Yarrant wanted to wake him up with a kick, but the kick didn''t control the strength and kicked Manda directly into the haystack.


    Manda snored heartily in the soft hay. With a smile, arante continued to dance in the moonlight.


    After a dance, two petals fell slowly in the air and landed on yarrant.


    Aratna took the petals from his shoulder and black hair and took a look.


    The two petals are yellow and blue, slender in shape and pure in color, which is very in line with yarrant''s aesthetics.


    Arante raised his head and looked at the sky.


    She held the petals in her hand and blew a breath.


    Petals as like as two peas in the night breeze, the yellow petals begin to fade and become more like the blue petals.


    "Your lies are still so perfunctory." yalant sneered and looked at the falling petal rain in the sky.


    Blue and yellow, countless petals hover in the air, bringing rare vitality to the desolate desert.


    With a wave of his hand, the yellow sand surged into the sky and rubbed the petals into dust with flying sand before they fell to the ground.


    Back in the cave, yalant lost the mood of dancing and sat beside the haystack in a daze.


    Manda snored like thunder, and her rough sleep made yarrant frown.


    Arante picked up the brooch in the corner and blew a breath at it.


    The pure gold brooch is still gold. Yarrant wanted to take it on his clothes, but the design of the brooch is a little complicated. Yarrant tried it and threw it aside.


    Manda woke up at noon the next day and there was no sign of yarrant in the cave.


    Outside the cave, Manda was stunned. The seeds sprinkled three days ago gave birth to four or five inch tall wheat seedlings.


    What kind of wheat is this? How could it grow so fast?


    And the growth rate is too uneven. The seeds didn''t break the ground yesterday. Today, the wheat seedlings grow so high?


    "I applied some good fertilizer last night, and the wheat grew very well," yarrant suddenly appeared behind him and handed the water tank to Manda. "Another important thing to tell you is that you have no food at noon today."


    "Why?"


    "Because you didn''t open up the land for farming this morning and didn''t offer a dance for the goddess last night."


    Manda explained, "I offered a dance. I was dancing last night."


    "It doesn''t count in the dream," yarrant wiped his sweat and looked at Manda with his waist crossed. "I''m all for you. If you''re not religious enough to the goddess, you''ll never see the goddess in this life!"


    Manda looked at yarrant, a little distracted.


    She is so beautiful. She looks really beautiful in the wheat field. If the wheat seedlings were higher, it would set her off more beautiful.


    In the afternoon, Manda watered the wheat field and continued to learn dance with yarrant in the evening.


    "Twist your waist to the left, put your palm down, and keep your eyes on the earth!"


    "Twist your waist to the right, palm up, and keep your eyes on the earth!"


    "Bend down, stretch out your right hand, face the sky and keep your eyes on the earth!"


    "Wait a minute!" said Manda, looking at yarrant. "How do you look at the earth with your face to the sky?"


    "As long as you are pious, you can do it."


    "It has nothing to do with piety. Eyes grow on the face!"


    "Your heart must maintain absolute respect for the Earth Goddess!"


    "I respect him very much, but my eyes are still on my face!"


    "That makes sense," Alan nodded. "You have no food tomorrow morning."


    ……


    The next day, Manda didn''t have breakfast. She watered the wheat. She accidentally broke a pottery pot and didn''t have dinner at noon.


    In the evening, I didn''t pay enough attention to learning dance, and there was no food the next morning.


    On the third night, Manda felt that dancing was too boring and taught yarrant to play Gobang. Yarrant liked it very much and rewarded Manda with a spoonful of honey.


    On the fourth night, Manda and yarrant played Gobang and won yarrant''s twelve innings in a row.


    On the fifth day, there was no food.


    On the sixth day, pests appeared in the wheat field.


    "What can I do? These insects will eat up the wheat seedlings!" yarrant was at a loss. Manda was curious. This girl was not the first time to farm.


    In this era without pesticides, the best way to deal with pests is to catch them by hand.


    "The number of pests is not much, let''s catch them!" Manda rolled up her sleeve.


    "No!" yarrant shook his head. "Insects are also creatures. We can''t trample on creatures at will."


    "Wheat is also a living creature. Aren''t we going to eat its seeds? Look at those wild animals. Aren''t they going to eat their prey?"


    "That''s different. We eat crops to survive, and beasts eat prey to survive."


    "We kill pests for survival and for our food, which is the same as the essence of beast hunting."


    "It''s still different," yarrant shook his head. "The beast will eat the prey. The life of the prey is not wasted. It has become a part of the beast. We kill the insects, and the life of the insects is wasted."


    Manda looked at Alan inexplicably: "have you cultivated before?"


    "My mission is to cultivate."


    "What did you do when you met pests before?"


    "Pray they eat less and leave me at least some food."


    "Now I know why you''re hungry." Manda sighed and went to the wheat field.


    "What are you going to do?" yarrant asked nervously.


    "Hunt!" Manda grabbed a two inch green worm with thin fingers, took off her head and stuffed it into her mouth.


    After some chewing, Manda exclaimed, "its life has become a part of me."


    The dark girl, arante, seems to have turned a little white.


    "Did you eat it?"


    Manda grabbed one and gave it to alant: "it tastes good."


    "So, eat it?"


    "It''s the most delicious, but you may not be used to it," Manda said, smacking her lips. "Put it in a pottery pot, bake it and sprinkle a spoonful of honey. I can cry for you."