He dumped a rich supply of fish fry into Xuanwu Lake, then stood up and looked around.
"Such a vast area, not just for raising poultry and animals—the cultivation of crops is essential. Aside from planting fruit trees, we must also plant a large expanse of paddy fields and wheat fields."
"There must be rice and flour, so my little darling can eat the world's cleanest, most nutritious rice and noodles."
He walked back Under the Hongmeng Tree.
Looking around, he gently placed a hand on the mottled and desolate trunk.
From his mouth, he slowly recited a phrase: "From Hongmeng came Taiji, Taiji formed the Two Instruments, the Two Instruments gave rise to the Four Symbols, and from the Four Symbols came the Eight Trigrams."
No sooner had the words fallen than a light emerged from below the trunk, striking out to the front, back, left, and right, hurtling rapidly into the distance.
