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At the center of The world of owls, a towering tree stands tall, its branches and leaves covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
This great tree is not only the core of the barrier, but has also gradually become the guardian deity in the hearts of the people. As time passes, people's admiration for this great tree grows stronger.
One morning, the first rays of sunlight from the sun shone through the leaves and onto a small square under a big tree. Many people gathered in the square, some standing, some sitting, quietly gazing at the tree.
An elderly Taoist, holding a beautifully carved wooden staff, slowly walked to the center of the crowd.
His eyes shimmered with deep reverence for this big tree. The Taoist raised his head, looked at the treetop, and said softly, "This big tree is our guardian deity, the most precious gift left to us by the Xuantian Emperor."
Beside him, a middle-aged woman with her child nodded gently, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Yes, since this big tree appeared, our lives have become more stable. It not only protects us but also gives us hope."
The child looked up at the big tree, eyes full of curiosity: "Mom, is this big tree really that amazing?"
The woman smiled and replied, "Of course, look at how tall and majestic it is. Whenever we encounter difficulties, just coming here brings peace to our hearts."
On the other side of the square, several young people are having a lively discussion. A young man is excitedly saying, "I heard that the resin from this big tree has miraculous healing effects, and can even cure serious illnesses."
The woman next to him seems a bit skeptical, "Really? Is it that miraculous?"
The man nodded firmly, "Of course it's true. I saw with my own eyes an elderly person who was seriously ill. After praying under the tree and drinking the resin, they miraculously recovered."
At that moment, a Taoist priest in a Taoist robe slowly walked over. His eyes were deep, as if they could see through everything. The priest stood under the big tree, clasped his hands together, and chanted softly.
A child in the crowd curiously asked, "What is that man doing?"
An elderly woman nearby explained, "He is the priest of our village. It is said that he can communicate with the spirits. He is now praying for the blessing of the big tree, hoping that the tree can continue to protect us."
As time passes, the gathering under the towering tree has become a kind of ritual. Whenever the sun rises, people spontaneously gather here to express their respect and gratitude for the big tree.
Under the protection of the barrier, the people of The world of owls began the arduous task of rebuilding their homeland. After countless days and nights of effort, this once desolate land gradually became prosperous.
On the street, newly built houses and shops are neatly arranged, and the market is bustling with people and a wide variety of goods, presenting a vibrant scene.
In the palace hall, the emperor and his advisors are discussing the new social order.
"Ministers, suddenly millions of people have surged in. We must ensure that all the people in the country can live and work in peace and restore normal life," the emperor said, looking at the crowd with a firm and powerful tone.
One of the advisors, Wenhan, a middle-aged scholar, gently stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "Your Majesty, previously, due to our status as a small country, we only had simple regulations. Now, we may need to establish a complex and meticulous legal system that everyone must adhere to."
"Yes, the justice of the law is the cornerstone of national stability," added another adviser, the fierce general Feng Lie, with a glint of battle in his eyes.
The emperor nodded in agreement, "In that case, Wenhan, I appoint you to be in charge of drafting the new legal code. Feng Lie, you will be responsible for maintaining public order and ensuring the enforcement of the law."
Wenhan and Feng Lie nodded in unison, their eyes filled with determination.
"In addition, with so many refugees pouring in, if not handled properly, it may cause great chaos. I suggest that we first let the domestic inns accommodate these people. In addition, we can dispatch many craftsmen and carpenters to establish many small villages and towns for resettlement," another minister suggested.
The emperor nodded solemnly, "This is a good suggestion. We must ensure that every citizen has a place to live. At the same time, we also need to strengthen agricultural production to ensure food supply."
In the corner of the meeting room, a young strategist named Chenghan spoke softly, "Your Majesty, we also need to consider the issue of education. Many children among these citizens need to receive education in order to better integrate into society in the future."
The emperor's eyes flashed with a hint of approval: " Chenghan is absolutely right. Education is the foundation of the nation. We should establish schools to give all children the opportunity to receive an education."
The discussion continued for several hours, including many details about the reconstruction of the country.
After the end, the emperor walked alone in the long corridor of the palace, his steps steady, his eyes looking into the distance, contemplating the future of the country. He reached the highest point of the palace, overlooking the entire world of owls. Protected by the barrier, this land was full of vitality.
On the other side of the town, a group of craftsmen are busy constructing new residences.
Their leader, named Smith, is a burly middle-aged man who always wears a smile on his face.
"Pick up the pace, friends! We need to make more pots before winter arrives," the blacksmith encouraged his workers, swinging his hammer.
A young worker, sweat on his face, smiled and replied, "With you here, big brother blacksmith, we'll definitely get it done!"
On the other side of the city, a group of farmers is working hard in the fields. Their leader, old farmer, an elderly man in his fifties, is instructing the young people on how to plant crops.
"Remember, farming is both a science and a skill. We must choose the right crops based on the season and the soil." The words of the old farmer reveal deep experience and wisdom. A young farmer named Little Li, holding a hoe, listens attentively, his eyes shining with a thirst for knowledge.
"Old farmer, can you teach me more about crop rotation?" Little Li asked, his voice filled with respect.
The old farmer nodded, with a kind smile on his face: "Of course, young man. Knowledge is our most precious wealth."
In the center of the town, a newly built school is holding a back-to-school celebration.
The dean of the school, a knowledgeable old man, stood on the platform and delivered a speech to the gathered students.
"In this new era, knowledge and learning are our most powerful weapons. They can guide us towards a brighter future," the dean's voice rang out loud and passionate.
The students were fascinated, their eyes filled with anticipation and dreams for the future.
In the backyard of the school, a few students were discussing the speech just now. Among them, a young student named Xiaofeng showed a thirst for knowledge in his eyes.
"We must study hard and make contributions to the country in the future," said Xiaofeng with a firm and powerful voice.
His friend, a female student named Willow Fang, nodded in agreement: "Yes, our future is in our own hands."
At the edge of the town, a group of merchants are fervently discussing new trade opportunities.
Their leader, a shrewd and capable merchant, is presenting a new trade concept to everyone.
"Look, so many people need to eat, so the amount of food needed is enormous. Large-scale cultivation of these crops, as well as raising chickens, pigs, and sheep for sale, will bring us huge profits," the merchant's eyes sparkled with the light of wealth.
A young merchant's face showed an excited expression: "This is a great opportunity!"
In this new era, the people of The world of owls are working together to create a more prosperous and harmonious society.
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