Blending of Planes: I am leisurely farming

In the square of Pelican Town, the sun is shining and the weather is just right.

Mayor Lewis stood in front of the bulletin board and shouted: "Dear townspeople, I have an important announcement today." "We are going to renovate the long-abandoned community center! This is a good thing for all townspeople."

The crowd began to whisper, and someone asked loudly: "What's the point of renovating it? It has been abandoned for so long."

Lewis waved his hand and said, "Listen to me, the renovated community center can serve many groups. Children can have special learning and entertainment areas, the elderly can have leisure gatherings there, and young people can hold various activities there. It can have a library, an activity room, and a special handicraft workshop."

"This is indeed a good thing." Some people began to be persuaded.

"Just shut up. It sounds good, but how much materials and money will it take? Where would we get so much money? Besides, can't we just repair the road with that money?" People who favor the Joja Group began to find fault.

"I know this is a problem, so we use crowdfunding, and it's all voluntary," Lewis explained sincerely.

“Now, the list of materials and funds needed to renovate the community center, as well as the donation box, are placed on the new notice board in front of the community center. Everyone can take a look and do their part.”

"No matter how much or how little, even if it's just a piece of wood or a nail, it's everyone's thoughtfulness," Lewis pleaded.

But in his heart, he felt a little dissatisfied with Sean for asking him to do this: It was obvious that this was not okay, otherwise he would not have readily given this large piece of land to Sean and let him do whatever he wanted.

Sure enough, things developed as Lewis expected, with very few responses.

"Ah~ Let's go. Sure enough, this old man called us here for no good reason. We might as well do more work in the factory instead of wasting time."

"Yes, yes. I think Lewis is out of date. It's the information society, that's what it's called..."

"You're just like that... you just listen to other people's farts and you just talk about them."

"What do you know... Hurry up, get back to work."

Most people just glanced at the bulletin board, shook their heads and left silently. A small group of people took the opportunity to ridicule Lewis and express their dissatisfaction with the current development of the town.

This overt publicity ended in an embarrassing situation, but it was not without effect. Lewis's actions awakened the memories of some elderly people in Pelican Town about the community center.

That evening, an old woman came to the community center, trembling, holding some materials.

She put the materials on the ground, looked at the brand new bulletin board, and said to herself: "My old bones are useless. I don't know why my chicken coop collapsed. I can't raise these little chickens anymore. I'll donate these usable materials."

There was a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

He turned and left, his back hunched over towards the sunset, dragging a long shadow.

The next morning, the old woman woke up in a daze.

She rubbed her eyes and prepared to feed the chickens as usual, but when she picked up the ceramic bowl she realized it was no longer needed.

"Yes, it's gone." She turned around blankly, staring out the door with dull eyes.

"Grandma Oli, has your chicken coop been repaired?" Little Haji came over to deliver the message.

"You are the best at making me laugh, but where is the chicken coop?" The old woman was more tolerant of the naughty youngster.

"Grandma Oli, you must be dazzled. It's right there." Little Haji seemed a little excited.

"Could it be?" She was stunned when she walked out of the house.

The collapsed chicken coop now appeared intact before his eyes, looking as new as if it had never been damaged.

"This...how is this possible?" She widened her eyes and touched the chicken coop in disbelief.

"God Yuba!" She walked around the yard a few times and suddenly thought of what she had said when she donated materials last night.

Her heartbeat began to speed up: "Is it because I donated the materials?"

At the same time, on the other side of the town, Vincent was looking at his brand new pair of sneakers with surprise.

It was still in a big tear the night before, and because he was afraid that Jody would find out, he had hidden the sneakers under his bed for a week.

"Mom, mom, look, my sneakers are fixed!" The chubby boy shared his discovery with his mother.

"Which pair of sneakers would be good?" When Jordi saw that Vincent was holding the pair of sneakers that he had always wanted to clean but couldn't find, he understood instantly.

My son hid these shoes because he was afraid of being punished, as these shoes were a birthday gift I gave to him not long ago.

It is a confession without being asked.

"Mom, mom. Yesterday, Teacher Penny led us to do extracurricular activities and collected some hay to donate to the community center. Then I made a wish, and then my shoes were healed. If you do good things, your wish will come true?"

"Yes, being a good boy will be rewarded by the Pelican Old Man." Jody took the opportunity to guide Vincent.

However, in my heart, I regarded Vincent's words as lies made up by a child who wanted to evade responsibility.

She shared this anecdote with several housewives at a subsequent yoga event.

Similar things happened continuously, and the news slowly spread throughout the town.

In the tavern in the center of town, several townspeople sat around a table.

One person lowered his voice and said, "Have you heard? Donating things to the community center will cause magical things to happen."

Another person nodded and said, "I heard that too. It seems to be true. My neighbor's injured puppy recovered after he donated some things."

"Then let's donate some things too. Maybe we can have some good luck."

However, those who had these thoughts in the past have never realized their wishes.

The bulletin board in the community center was packed with people donating, and everyone came with full expectations.

They lined up to put their belongings into the donation box, their eyes flickering with desire for good luck.

"Sean, I don't like this. The emotions here are mixed with too many things." The Junimo in the house sent a message to Sean who was hiding in the dark.

"Watching others build tall buildings, the great waves wash away the sand. People's hearts are chaotic and need guidance and persuasion. Attracting them is the first step, and then letting them become purer under your guidance, don't you think it is a very meaningful thing?"

"Besides, there are no truly evil people here." Sean was brainwashing.

"Really? But I don't like the feeling of being surrounded by these emotions... Never mind, I'll give it a try." The Junimo thought for a long time and finally compromised. It sighed deeply, with a hint of helplessness in its childish voice.