Time flew by.
Every day was spent busily with farming work and walking the small animals, and just like that, the days went by.
Under Xu Yang's arrangement, life on the farm gradually stabilized.
Before each market day, everyone would collect the eggs and milk to sell freshly made cakes at the market.
Chen Juan was very skilled in baking and had started experimenting with tear-apart bread.
The tear-apart bread sold well and brought a decent income to the farm.
Before long, the Treasure Compass had accumulated ten uses again.
Xu Yang, having nothing better to do, decided to visit Little Mountain God, the Northeast Tiger.
A tiger is a tiger after all, and in the instant of seeing it, all other feline creatures paled in comparison.
In terms of size, strength, and burst, there was nothing more ferocious than a Northeast Tiger.
Pure muscle all over.
Especially when a tiger sprinted, its body was all rippling muscle, and even watching felt intimidating.