"Tian'er!" A soft feminine voice called out loud.
In the very outskirts of the county of Xiouyue, a small wooden house could be seen very clearly. Unlike the neighboring houses, which were covered in small, tilted roofs, this house had a sharp, V-shaped wooden roof.
At its entrance, a small, dirty board was hung up high over the doors. "Feng," the board read. At first glance, the entrance looked nothing out of the ordinary. In a sense, one could say that it even blended with the siding doors.
Inside, in a 3-meter area at the very heart of the house, a small area was left untouched. As the tiny blades of grass budded out of the damp soil, the soft rays of the evening sun shone over them. On the corners of this square area, a wooden compartment separated the entire wooden area by lifting the wooden floor above the ground.
