The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 649
Chapter 649: The God of Four Seasons
“Communicating with plants?” The elderly farmer froze. Having tilled the land his entire life, he had never once heard of such a thing.
With a face full of skepticism, he followed closely behind the young girl, listening as she murmured in an ancient and mysterious tongue.
Born and raised in the countryside, he had spent his life tending crops, and yet, the notion of conversing with plants was beyond his comprehension.
“If we could really talk to plants, would so many farmers have starved?” Though he didn’t believe it, he did not walk away either.
His steps were unsteady with age, and had it not been for his filial son, he would have perished long ago during their escape from famine.
His little grandson clung to his hand. “Grandpa, slow down, be careful not to get stuck in the mud.”
“Little girl, might I borrow some seeds to take a look?” The old man was too curious to resist asking.
A-Man scooped a handful from the water and handed them over without hesitation.
The moment the seeds landed in his palm, the old farmer’s hands began to tremble violently, his face filled with astonishment.
“This…”
“These seeds have only been soaking for half an hour—how have they already sprouted?” He stared at the tender shoots that had burst through their hard shells, their tiny forms full of life.
“Ordinarily, even with the right water and temperature, seeds take at least two or three days to sprout.” The old man had farmed all his life, but today, his understanding of the world had been utterly overturned.
A-Man was equally surprised. She had always been able to communicate with seeds, but even then, germination typically required half a day at the very least.
Her gaze shifted to the water pit. The cause must be the water quality.
Sitting leisurely by the riverbank, Lu Chao Chao watched her with an amused smile.
“Grandpa, let me see too!” The little grandson coaxed the old man into handing over a seed.
“Young lady, if I may be so bold, what language were you speaking just now? Could you teach an old man like me? If it’s inconvenient, I understand,” the old man asked hesitantly, clutching the miraculous seed.
If even a simple pigweed seed could sprout so quickly, what of other crops?
A-Man saw no reason to hide the knowledge. “If you wish to learn, I will teach you a few phrases. It’s only a simple chant, hardly a secret.”
These words had been in her mind for as long as she could remember, their origin unknown even to herself.
She could also read celestial omens, predicting rain or sunshine as naturally as breathing.
Yet after she recited the chant, the old man was utterly bewildered.
The cryptic words—were they truly of the mortal realm?
The incantation flickered through his mind for but a moment, vanishing like mist. His mind remained blank, and he could only recall the first few words.
“It’s simple, isn’t it?” A-Man was puzzled. Why couldn’t he repeat it?
By chance, they arrived at the riverbank, where Lu Chao Chao mused, “Legends tell of a deity in the Celestial Realm, the God of Four Seasons, who governs the cycles of nature and the growth of all flora.”
The old farmer immediately nodded. “Yes, yes! The God of Four Seasons is also known as the Spring Deity. Every farming household worships her.”
Among all the gods and buddhas of the heavens, none were as vital to the farmers as the Spring Deity, who presided over the annual harvest. Entire festivals were dedicated to her worship.
“The Spring Deity speaks the Spring Tongue, a language that allows communion with plants.”
“You… perhaps what you speak is the Spring Tongue,” Lu Chao Chao suggested.
“Some mortals, through deep devotion, are granted divine blessings. Maybe your ability is one such gift?” Lu Chao Chao offered a convenient explanation, unwilling to reveal A-Man’s true nature.
The old man was taken aback, then overjoyed. Yes, yes! The legends spoke of this as well.
Those favored by the God of Four Seasons could understand her teachings. This young girl must be the most devout of her followers.
The old man muttered the chant over and over, yet he still couldn’t grasp it.
His little grandson, however, tilted his head and successfully recited two lines, prompting the old man to slap his thigh in excitement.
“This is enough! Knowing even these two lines, you’ll never go hungry again!” A-Man thought for a moment. These words would suffice for simple interactions with ordinary plants.
The old man repeatedly bowed in gratitude, his heart set on gathering seeds and planting them around the water pit, instructing his grandson to sow them himself.
Only pigweed could grow in the riverbed—fast-growing, life-saving food.
Lu Chao Chao and the others did not linger. Seeing that the villagers had begun cutting trees to construct temporary shelters in an orderly manner, they climbed onto the carriage and departed.
Zhu Mo attentively helped A-Wu into the carriage, even bringing snacks and idle reading material for her to pass the time.
“I’ve already sewn enough baby clothes to last until he’s three. He’ll have something to wear the moment he’s born.”
“Little one, you better not make things difficult for your mother.”
“When the time comes, we’ll protect her together and never let anyone bully her,” Zhu Mo whispered, making a habit of speaking to the unborn child every day.
A-Wu caressed her belly, chuckling softly. “Alright.”
“Zhu Mo, why do you love me?” A-Wu asked quietly, gazing out the carriage window.
“I heard you once loved the princess of the Southern Kingdom with all your heart, swearing you’d marry none but her. Didn’t she trick you into a thousand-year imprisonment?”
“And that little flower demon who conned you out of your fortune—you indulged her every whim, didn’t you?”
“What makes me any different from them?”
Zhu Mo’s face stiffened. Beside him, Xie Yu Zhou cackled. “A question of death!” He shot Zhu Mo a mischievous look before getting kicked out of the carriage.
“Shoo, shoo! This is between a husband and wife!”
Once Xie Yu Zhou was gone, Zhu Mo carefully answered, “A-Wu, why would you ask such a thing?”
“They can’t compare to you.”
“The princess was spoiled and willful, reckless beyond measure. How could she compare to you? We are separated by a millennium of hatred. Had she not long reincarnated, I would never have forgiven her.”
“As for the flower demon, she deceived me of my wealth. That enmity will never be reconciled.”
“You are different. We are fated by the heavens, A-Wu. Everything about you is perfect—you are embedded in my heart.”
Zhu Mo smiled warmly, eyes brimming with adoration.
A-Wu touched her belly and smiled faintly. “That’s good.”
“A-Wu, we’ve used many dragon crystals, yet your complexion remains pale.”
When they first met, A-Wu had worn a fiery red dress, but there was a trace of frailty in her features. Zhu Mo had sought every nourishing remedy, but her condition had not improved. Instead, her pallor deepened with pregnancy.
A-Wu’s expression darkened slightly. “I was born weak. As long as I take care of myself, I’ll be fine.”
“When we return to the Dragon Clan, I’ll ask if they have anything to strengthen a child’s constitution in the womb.” Zhu Mo did not think too deeply, only feeling heartache for her suffering.
Once the carriage moved on, Zhu Mo reluctantly left her side.
When he was gone, the warmth faded from A-Wu’s face.
She was clear-headed, never lost in Zhu Mo’s sweet words, even if she had briefly wavered.
“You loved the Southern princess beneath the moon, made promises to the flower demon, and now vow to live and die with me. Your love is truly cheap.”
“Born weak?”
“You took my Companion Spirit Pearl. My frailty—was it not your doing?”
How laughable.
Without her pearl, her lifespan…
Had been halved.
This novel is translated and hosted on Bcatranslation