"Yuebai, are you going to say goodbye to Grandpa?"
With her eyes misting over, Jiang Yuebai gazed greedily at her grandfather, knowing full well he was merely an illusion.
Tao Fengnian tapped his smoke rod, letting the spent ashes return to the earth.
"Does Grandpa's 'Huaxi Record' still linger with you? Open it and have another look."
Jiang Yuebai found the well-thumbed book, smoothing its turned corners with her palm, and opened it.
"The third day of the third month, harvested one thousand two hundred and fifty pounds of Winter Spiritual Wheat, returned two hundred pounds to Old Sun, lent one hundred pounds to the Dong Family."
"The twentieth of August, harvested two thousand seven hundred pounds of Spiritual Grain, accumulated five hundred Spirit Stones, planning to purchase cultivation necessities."
