Early the next morning, Song Sancheng got up and was stunned for a moment.
The air... is so fresh!
I saw the mountains in the distance shrouded in clouds and mist, and lightly smudged with a thin layer of golden light. It looked as beautiful as the scenic spot.
The pond at the entrance is even covered with a layer of white mist, thick and dense, almost covering the entire water surface. The mist has extremely low pressure and is swimming slowly.
As for the plum blossom tree near the yard, Song Sancheng clearly remembered that it had withered last month, so why were there still a few more blossoms blooming today? The small yellow bones are half-open, not only extremely cute, but also have a delicate fragrance from afar.
At this moment, the old farmer had a rare feeling of appreciating beauty, but he felt that something was not right, as if he was also being appreciated...
He turned around and looked!
I saw seven or eight local gray squirrels pulling on the courtyard wall and looking towards the yard like paparazzi. Looking at the back mountain, it is obviously a desolate scene that has just passed the cold winter, but there is a feeling of new brightness.
It's like... it's like it's been polished!
Song Sancheng stared blankly for a long time, then he was amused by his own thoughts: "Ah sneeze!"
It was too cold in the morning.
He quickly put aside his messy thoughts and went to light the stove with a pile of firewood.
Alas, it is hard work for an elderly man. Everyone is afraid of the cold, but he has to get up and light the fire.
…
in the room.
Song Tan slowly withdrew her consciousness, and the aura that was attracted around her was transformed by her practice of water and wood spiritual techniques. Now it turned into a richer vitality and spread quietly.
The air is fresh inside and outside the house.
And she felt the abundant spiritual energy in her body and breathed a sigh of relief - her body was almost repaired.
Song Tan left the room, washed up briefly, and then pulled two weed stalks from the firewood pile. At this moment, he casually tied them into a "ten", and then squatted in the open vegetable garden, holding the cross in his palms. , the end slightly touches the ground——
Then he closed his eyes slightly and said softly:
"How is your savior now?"
This is Fuqi.
The ancient method, which can be calculated like the Eight Trigrams of the Book of Changes, has low requirements for spiritual energy. Many ordinary people with a little spiritual skills can also do it. It is also the only one that Song Tan, who is still in the Qi training period, can do.
Of course, the entry barrier is low, and the calculation results are also...sloppy.
…
The man who saved her in the car accident. If it hadn't been for him, even if he had traveled back in time and used spiritual energy to repair his body, it would have been difficult to survive such an explosion.
The memory is too messy, and the spiritual energy conflicts with the physical injuries. Song Tan only remembers the other party's dark brown eyes and thick eyelashes...
She didn't ask about it in the hospital, but now that her spiritual energy has recovered a little, she naturally wants to investigate as soon as possible.
Cultivators value cause and effect, but she, Song Tan, values kindness.
If nothing else, it’s always okay to give some souvenirs.
Doctor Zhang Yuan was vague in the hospital, and she always felt something was wrong.
Spiritual energy surged, and the simple ji pen under his hand slowly slid in the slightly moist soil in the early morning. Song Tan opened his eyes and saw only a line of scattered answers on the ground:
"not dead"
Song Tan:......
She cracked.
What answer is this? No wonder no one in the Cangxuan world uses this method!
Unwilling to give in, she closed her eyes again and asked, "Where is the savior?"
The spiritual energy surged again, and finally a line of more scattered text was drawn out:
"home"
Song Tan was even more angry!
She threw away the crossgrass in her hand, and for the first time she felt that metaphysics was useless. After thinking about it for a while, I simply sent another message to the doctor from Ning Provincial People's Hospital:
"Doctor Zhang, please ask, how is the gentleman who saved me doing now? Is the transfer to the hospital due to physical reasons? If so, can you give me your contact information?"
"For saving my life, even if the other person doesn't need me to repay him, I still have to express my gratitude in person."
It took a long time for the message to come back: "Then I'll ask you again."
…
On a winter morning, my hands were cold even while washing vegetables in the kitchen, so Wulan simply cooked a big pot of dumplings. Look at Qiao Qiao Top again, serving dumplings to his sister now, dumpling soup to his sister now...
The couple would make the fire and the other would cook, so they could eat by themselves and be self-reliant!
Where is Song Tan?
Dala La sat on the chair and coaxed people: "Qiao Qiao is so good!"
"Qiaoqiao is so good!"
"My sister finished the dumpling soup that Qiao Qiao brought in one gulp!"
Wulan and Song Sancheng were both silent.
Silly son, what should I do?
Out of sight, out of sight, Song Sancheng changed the subject with a "hmm":
"Well, the plowers came this morning. Let's cook more food at home."
Song Tan was curious: "Did it be transported by tractor?"
Where are the tractors now?
"Use a tricycle."
Song Tan:! ! !
The cultivator is small and can be transported on three wheels. Do you look down upon it? Besides, can a tricycle go over mountains and ridges?
But before she could think about this problem, she heard the sound of a car on the road outside. When she went out to take a look, oh!
Sure enough, it was an old maroon red tricycle, very much like the private tricycles used for moving and delivering goods on the roadside in Ning Province.
In the back bucket, which is not big but seems to be very big, is a maroon-red cultivator that is also not new. It is obviously ready for work.
"Brother, where is the ground? I'm going right now!"
"Are you here so early? Have you eaten yet?"
The two old men exchanged pleasantries and walked toward the edge of the field amidst the roar of the tricycle.
On the other side, Wu Lan was thinking about the lunch dishes, and he didn't forget to explain to his daughter:
"The tree felling people in the back mountain also found a lot of people. They just sawed off the too dense oak trees as big as a bowl. On the one hand, they made room for pig pens. On the other hand, you don't want to plant black fungus and white fungus. Really? This tree trunk is just in use."
All the money had been spent, and Wu Lan could only acquiesce to these plans. At this moment, he felt calm when he said:
"I'll ask again, find someone to pull the weeds in the chestnut forest on the hillside next to the pond. Otherwise, it will affect the white fungus planting."
While muttering: "It's more expensive to hire someone to pull weeds than to spray medicine..."
Song Tan pretended that he was a quail. It was impossible to spray medicine anyway.
However, even pretending to be a quail, Ulan stared at her again: "You want to farm the land yourself, so you can't be idle. Process the seeds for me."
Song Tan nodded quickly.
Qiao Qiao held her own bowl and just poked a big dumpling with her chopsticks. She quickly said again without understanding anything: "Sister! Let me help you!"
——Ulan looked even more angry.
…
Milkvetch seeds are quite simple to process.
Song Tan and Qiao Qiao shoveled two shovels of sand from outside, mixed it with the milkvetch seeds, and rubbed them vigorously - this could thin the thick outer shell and germinate faster.
This kind of rubbing through the bag not only requires some strength, but also has a special kind of fun. Song Qiao laughed while rubbing it, and he obviously had a talent for farm work.
After kneading it, it’s time to dry it.
Let it sit in the sun for a few hours, then play with water - oh no, just soak the seeds for half a day.
Wait until noon, stir a few times, and then throw away the floating inferior seeds.
Even if the seeds are processed.
After all, it is green manure. For so many years, everyone has used such crude planting methods. The only difference is that when soaking, Song Tan melted some spiritual energy into the water.
Qiaoqiao looked at the seeds in half of the yard and was very proud at the moment: "Sister, farming is so fun!"
My arms are just a little sore.
