In order to keep the birds in the phoenix tower, Bi Fang did use some means.

At first, Lin Yifan arranged the birds to Chaofeng Tower and ignored them, but Bi Fang stayed there.

After the heavy rain gradually stopped and the physical condition recovered, many birds were like flapping their wings and flying high.

At the beginning, Bi Fang didn't care about the birds after leaving, but after leaving too many, Bi Fang was not happy.

Birds are its best playmates and are also the ones they are most willing to listen to their nagging.

If all these birds left, their lives would have to return to a situation where there was no fun at all.

At the beginning, Bi Fang was quite gentle, but he just advised the birds who wanted to leave.

But the birds that yearn for the sky were not willing to listen to their nagging, and still left on their own.

Bi Fang, who was forced to do something, made up his mind and closed the gate of the Fengfeng Tower, chatting at the imprisoned birds for three days and three nights.

I don’t know if the birds were used to this place or were deranged by Bi Fang’s language bombardment, and no birds wanted to leave.

After learning about this situation, Lin Yifan decided to renovate the building where the bird lived successfully.

Although it was not Lin Yifan's own wish that such a thing happened, Bi Fang was his pet, so he was jointly and severally responsible.

Just keep such a thing in my heart, why bother telling it!

Thinking of this, Lin Yifan looked at Bi Fang even more dangerously.

"Is the qiu you are talking about the one I understand?" Zhao Xi finally recovered after a while and said in a strange tone.

"Ahem, don't listen to it nonsense. What kind of prisoners are we very harmonious and friendly, how could we do such things?"

The awkward Lin Yifan hurriedly asked for a supplement.

"What does this have to do with harmony and friendship? Why do I become more confused the more I listen to it?"

"Did you ask for these birds? Do the languages ​​among birds have a common understanding of the birds? Can other birds understand the bird's singing?"

Zhao Xi looked at Lin Yifan with a blank look on his face, and questions popped out of his mouth one by one.

"Birds song... It turns out you are talking about this request!" Lin Yifan was stunned after hearing Zhao Xi's words, and then he realized and breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that the image of harmony and friendship he had established for these people was about to collapse, and in the end it was a misunderstanding.

"If it's not for this, who else can it be?" Zhao Xi felt confused.

"It's nothing, it's just this request. The language of birds is indeed common. Bi Fang made them willing to stay by communication."

In order to prevent Zhao Xi from thinking deeply, Lin Yifan decisively cut off his topic and answered his question.

"It's not like this..." Bi Fang wanted to speak again when he heard this. Lin Yifan reached out and pinched its bird's beak.

"This bird is quite noisy. I'm afraid it will disturb you, so let it calm down first."

"Don't delay, follow me to see somewhere else."

Lin Yifan looked at everyone's amazing eyes, hid Bi Fang in his arms, and left the Fengfeng Tower as if nothing had happened.

He left, so the others were naturally in no mood to stay and followed them one after another.

Lin Yifan took them around the village and came to the stream.

The stream that was most severely damaged by mudslides has recovered most with the efforts of everyone.

When digging the river again, a tourist with a relatively big idea suggested not to dig a straight river, but to feel the feeling of the Yellow River being bent.

The villagers didn't know what they thought, but they actually agreed to his proposal, so the stream in front of them was completely different from the stream that Lin Yifan thought.

By the stream, willow trees are shaded, and the flowers and plants dug from the mountains are covered with the ground.

The curved river channels seem to be arranged in a regular manner, like an arc larger than the other.

At the connection of arcs, there are relatively special bamboo chairs for people to enjoy the scenery and fish.

"Everyone has seen it, this is the Jiuqu River in our village now."

"The stream comes from the Tianxian Pond on the top of the mountain, which is clear and cold, and can even be consumed directly."

"After the renovation, Jiuquxi has already been drifted, and this tortuous terrain will make the drift more thrilling. You can try it if you have the chance."

"There is another point about these bamboo chairs by the stream. Does anyone see what's special about them?"

Lin Yifan stood by the stream, squatted down, scooped a handful of water and drank it all, wiped the corners of his mouth before he began to introduce it.

"No matter what special place is, you can tell if you sit there." Li Jinyan was very active this time and ran to a bamboo chair and sat down.

After sitting down, he felt a very comfortable feeling, and he just lay on it and didn't want to get up.

It took him a while before he realized that he was verifying the special features of the bamboo chair.

"Cousin, I really can't think of it."

"Don't keep it aside. What's going on? Tell me about this special thing about this chair."

Li Jinyan, who could not find the answer, had to ask for help from Lin Yifan.

"In fact, there is only one thing that is that it is alive, a living chair!" Lin Yifan said proudly.

"Is this chair alive?" Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this.

"Yes, this chair is indeed alive."

"Every bamboo here is planted into the soil, and then according to the human body shape, it is adjusted to fit the human sitting posture."

"As you see, these bamboos are still fine."

Lin Yifan explained in detail.

These chairs took a lot of effort, and the creativity came from Zeng Qingwan, and the old bamboo craftsman in the village made this idea come true.

After the old bamboo craftsman learned Zeng Qingwan’s idea, he got a bunch of slender and flexible bamboos from somewhere.

This kind of bamboo grows relatively small, just like a shrub, but it does not grow many branches and leaves, and looks very elegant.

The old bamboo craftsman put a stone of appropriate size by the stream, and then inserted bamboos next to the stone.

A living chair was formed like this.

"It's actually a living chair, this idea is amazing."

"Not to mention, I really haven't tried sitting on a living chair. This time I tried it."

The rich people learned that the chairs were alive and talked a lot, and they were very interested in the bamboo chairs by the stream.

These chairs can be regarded as fully satisfying their curiosity.

They were in high spirits and walked to the few bamboo chairs by the stream to sit down, fully experiencing the wonderful feeling of working on a living chair.

"I have to say that your creativity is simply amazing, and you can think of such ideas."

"Not to mention, sitting on a living chair feels different."

Relying on his youthful and quick hands and feet, Zhao Xi grabbed a chair and lying on it and said lazily.

Zhao Xi originally thought that such a bamboo chair would be more uncomfortable, but he didn't know that when he sat on the chair, he felt just right, and he was far less uncomfortable.

Fresh bamboo gives the bamboo chair a smooth surface and a fragrance with a natural atmosphere.

Lying on the chair and sniffing the light fragrance of bamboo, Zhao Xi enjoyed it very much.

"Everyone can get up. We haven't visited any other place. We can't keep blowing here."
Chapter completed!