Song Tan Jishi

Early the next morning, Song Sancheng woke up together, and was taken aback for a while.

The air... so fresh!

I saw the mountains in the distance shrouded in clouds and mist, and a thin layer of golden light was faintly smudged, which looked as beautiful as the scenic spot.

The pond at the entrance is even more of a layer of white mist, thick and thick, almost covering the entire water surface. The pressure of the mist was extremely low, and it was swimming slowly.

As for the plum blossom tree around the yard, Song Sancheng clearly remembered that it had died last month, why did it bloom again today? The small yellow bones, half-opened, are not only very cute, but also have a delicate fragrance from afar.

At this moment, the old farmer has a rare feeling of appreciating beauty, but he feels that something is wrong, as if he is also being admired...

He turned his head and looked!

I saw seven or eight local gray-haired squirrels pawing at the courtyard wall, looking towards the courtyard like paparazzi. Looking at the back mountain again, it is obviously a bleak scene just after the cold winter, but there is a feeling of new light.

It's like... like it's been polished!

Song Sancheng stared blankly for a long time, and made himself happy with his thoughts: "Ah Choo!"

It was too cold in the morning.

He quickly put aside his messy thoughts, and went to burn the stove with a pile of firewood in his arms.

Alas, older men are hard-working, everyone is afraid of the cold, but he has to get up and start a fire.

...

in the room.

Song Tan slowly withdrew her spiritual consciousness, and the spiritual energy attracted around her body was transformed by her practice of the water wood spirit method, and now it turned into a more intense vitality and then quietly scattered.

Inside and outside the house, the air is clean.

And she felt the abundant aura in her body, and she also let out a long sigh of relief—it can be considered that her body has almost recovered.

Song Tan went out of the room, after washing up, he took two weed stalks from the pile of firewood, tied them into a "ten" casually, and then squatted in the empty vegetable garden, holding the cross in his palms. , with the end slightly touching the ground—

Then he closed his eyes slightly and said softly:

"How is the savior now?"

This is Fushi.

The ancient method that can be calculated like the Eight Diagrams of the Book of Changes has low requirements for spiritual energy, and many ordinary people with a little bit of spiritual skills can do it, and it is the only one that Song Tan, who is still in the stage of Qi training, can do.

Of course, the entry threshold is low, and the calculation results are... more sloppy.

...

The man who saved her in the car accident, if it wasn't for him, even if she traveled back and repaired her body with aura, it would be very difficult to survive such an explosion.

The memory is too messy, the spiritual energy conflicts with the physical injury, 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 aura has recovered a little, she naturally wanted to check it out as soon as possible.

Cultivators value cause and effect, but she, Song Tan, values ​​kindness.

Among other things, it is always possible to send some souvenirs.

In the hospital, Dr. Zhang Yuan was vague, and she always felt that something was wrong.

Spiritual energy surged, and the simple magic pen under his hand was slowly sliding in the moist soil in the morning. Song Tan opened his eyes, and saw a scattered line of answers on the ground:

"not dead"

Song Tan: ...

She cracked.

What kind of answer is this? No wonder no one in the Cangxuan Realm uses this method anymore!

Not reconciled, she closed her eyes again and asked quietly, "Where is the savior?"

The spiritual energy surged again, and finally a more scattered line of text was drawn out:

"home"

Song Tan was even more angry!

She threw the cross grass in her hand, and for the first time felt that metaphysics was useless. After thinking about it now, I simply sent another message to the doctor at Ning Provincial People's Hospital:

"Doctor Zhang, please ask, how is the gentleman who saved me now? Is the transfer due to physical reasons? If yes, can you give me the contact information?"

"For the life-saving grace, even if the other party doesn't need me to repay, I have to personally thank you."

It took a long time to reply: "Then let me ask for you again."

...

On winter mornings, when washing vegetables in the kitchen was freezing hands, Ulan simply cooked a big pot of dumplings. Look at Qiao Qiao again, like a top, filling dumplings for his sister for a while, and dumpling soup for his sister for a while...

One of them cooks the fire and the other cooks, so they serve themselves and eat by themselves, and they are self-reliant!

What about Song Tan?

Da Lala sat on the chair, coaxing people with his mouth: "Qiao Qiao is so nice!"

"Jojo is so good!"

"The dumpling soup that Qiao Qiao brought, my sister finished it in one gulp!"

Wulan and Song Sancheng were silent.

Silly son, what should we do?

Out of sight, out of mind, Song Sancheng changed the subject with a "hmm":

"Well, the plowman came this morning, so we should cook more at noon."

Song Tan was curious: "Is it transported by a tractor?"

Where are the tractors now?

"Use a small tricycle."

Song Tan:! ! !

The cultivator is small and can be transported on three wheels, isn't it a bit despised? Besides, can a tricycle go over mountains and ridges?

But before she could figure it out, she heard a car on the road outside, so she went out to have a look, huh!

Sure enough, it was an old maroon tricycle, very much like a small private tricycle on the roadside in Ning Province for moving and delivering goods.

In the back bucket, which is not big but seems to be very big, there is a maroon cultivator that is also not new, and it is obviously ready to go to work.

"Brother, where is the land? I'll go right away!"

"Are you here so early? Have you eaten yet?"

The two elders exchanged greetings, and walked towards the edge of the field amidst the roar of the tricycle.

On this side, Ulan was thinking about the lunch dishes, and he didn't forget to explain to his daughter:

"The tree fellers in the back mountain also found a lot of people. They just sawed off the too dense bowl-sized oak trees, on the one hand, to make room for a pigsty. On the other hand, you don't want to grow black fungus and white fungus. Is it? This trunk is just right for it."

After all the money has been spent, Ulan can only acquiesce in these plans. At this moment, he is in a calm mood:

"Let me ask again, find someone to tear up the weeds in the chestnut forest on the hillside by the pond. Otherwise, it will affect the tremella planting."

While muttering: "It's more expensive to hire someone to tear grass than to spray medicine..."

Song Tan pretended to be a quail, since it was impossible to spray medicine anyway.

However, she pretended to be a quail and did not escape, and Ulan stared at her again: "If you want to farm the land yourself, you can't be idle. Let me deal with the seeds."

Song Tan nodded quickly.

Qiao Qiao was holding her own bowl, and just poked a big dumpling with her chopsticks, before she understood anything, she hurriedly said, "Sister! I'll help you!"

——Ulan looked even angrier.

...

The seeds of milk vetch are quite simple to handle.

Song Tan led Qiao Qiao to shovel two shovelfuls of sand from the outside to mix with the milk vetch seeds and rub them vigorously - this can thin the thick shell and germinate faster.

This kind of kneading through the bag requires some strength, but also has a special kind of fun. Song Qiao smiled while kneading, obviously very talented in doing farm work.

Kneading is almost done, it is drying.

After a few hours in the sun, then play in the water - ah no, just soak the seeds for half a day.

Wait until noon, stir a few times, and then throw away the low-quality seeds that float up.

Even if the seeds are processed.

After all, it is green manure. For so many years, everyone has used such rough planting methods. The only difference is that when soaking, Song Tan melted some spiritual energy into the water.

Qiao Qiao looked at the seeds on half of the yard, and was very proud at the moment: "Sister, farming is really fun!"

It's just that the arms are a little sore.

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