For a long time after the formation of the new dreamspace, Molly was a little maladapted.

The information displayed by the system shows that the area of this dream-making space is not very large, about the size of the three Taihang Mountains combined, but the terrain is very rugged, and there are small villages dotted among the mountains, and the transportation is inconvenient, and the news is extremely closed.

This is a mountainous area that is poor but beautiful.

It's been an hour since she entered this dream-making space, and Molly hasn't made any extra movements or words except for turning her head to look around.

She now looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, thin and small, dressed in a man's kudzu cloth short brown, and stood under the big locust tree on the roadside at the entrance of the village, at a loss for what to do in the twilight.

She asked the system: What about Qu Jincun?

The system replied: [Don't worry, the system is desperately scanning, and the result will be available in ten minutes.] 】

As the strategy deepens layer by layer, the energy of the system is really weakening, and the calculation of the results that used to come out in a few seconds is now often ten minutes and hours.

Relying on such a system, can I continue to attack the strategy unharmed in the future?

Molly was deeply skeptical.

During the period of system scanning, Molly's village has passed through three or four groups of people one after another.

When everyone walked by, they looked at her strangely.

One or two, all of them, and the system doesn't have any reasonable explanation for that...... This made Molly a little inexplicably anxious.

Without the background information of the target, the dream-making space will feel strange and unsettling.

Molly didn't like that feeling.

[There is.] The system screamed breathlessly, [Finally scanned, it turned out that this mountain range is called Ugly Mountain, the target of the strategy Qu Jincun moved here last year, renting the old house of Li Zheng's son, the villagers here think he is a down-and-out talent, in fact, he is the son of a court important minister, because he offended the villain was destroyed, only he fled here with his personal maid, and he spent his days chopping and selling firewood - you are the personal maid. 】

Molly doesn't care much about her identity, what she cares about is that in this layer of strategy, Qu Jincun can still be like the previous level of strategy, with a true temperament, even if his language is rough and rude behavior, it doesn't matter!

But this is precisely what the system cannot guarantee, the system can only position it in the dream-making space layer by layer, but the system must not be a god, and cannot determine the character of the owner of the dream-making space, let alone his behavior.

After the last rays of daylight disappeared, dusk turned to twilight, and under the big locust tree, Molly's feet became sore, so she had to crouch down to save some body.

At this time, in the distance, a huge figure appeared vaguely, moving slowly in the direction of the village, getting closer and closer.

It wasn't until she walked up to her that Molly was stunned to find that it was a hill of firewood, and the neatly chopped firewood was tightly tied into a large ball by straw ropes, and at the bottom of the hill was a young man with a handsome face.

His head was covered with sweat, his cheeks were slightly red, his fingers were tightly grasping the straw rope, his bones were white from the exertion, and his body leaned forward, step by step, as if he was moving a mountain, moving heavily and resolutely towards the thatched house at the entrance of the village.

It's him, it's Qu Jincun.

Molly was shaken and hurried over to try to help.

Qu Jincun didn't look at her, walked to the door of the house by himself, and slammed the big bundle of firewood outside the fence door.

At this time, he didn't have the heart to talk to Molly: "Did you boil water?" ”

Molly looked at the dark thatched house without a trace of fireworks, and shook her head helplessly.

However, looking at Qu Jincun's appearance, he nodded, walked through the fence gate to the courtyard, opened the lid of a large water tank, and drank the water in his hand happily.

As soon as she entered this dream space, she made him drink raw water......

Thinking of this, Molly was a little uneasy, she stepped forward slowly, and said softly, "I'll go boil water now, and the young master can wait a while." ”

The young man who was drinking water stopped moving, held the water tank, looked at her in a little surprise, and did not speak again.

Jasmine didn't expect that in this place similar to the ancient background, it would be so difficult to make a fire and boil water.

There was plenty of firewood in the kitchen, but she wouldn't use flint.

The system has been shouting: [The system is desperately loading for you, please work hard, please work hard.] 】

In fact, I can't help at all.

Molly tossed for a long time, and finally found the trick, and gently bumped the two flint and steel, and the spark that came out ignited the small ball of dead grass in time, and the dead grass came out with a little finger-sized flame, and with this little flame ignited the corn husk, and then the corn orange stalk.

Little by little, the flame grows until it is permissible to add wood, and then the fire is truly burning.

It's this simple thing that has already made Molly sweat.

She was on the right track, and the system was also greatly relieved, and kindly reminded, [It's been 40 minutes. 】

Knowing this, Molly was noncommittal, but quickened the movement of her hand.

[He's been standing at the door looking at you, is that okay?] The voice of the system is small and timid.

Molly turned her head suddenly, and sure enough, she saw the handsome young man holding the door frame, staring at her without blinking.

"Is there anything wrong with the young master?" She looked up and asked the young man who was standing quietly by the door.

I saw him shake his head silently, suddenly turned around and quickly retreated.

For his abrupt expression, the system said conclusively: [This is a shy aristocratic son, who has suffered a great change in his family, and only brought you, a personal servant, out, there must be a lot of panic and anxiety in his heart. 】

Yes, the strategy of this layer is the "Farm Cuisine Strategy".

It's because the target of the strategy was originally dressed in beautiful clothes and used to eating delicious food, and when he first fell into this poor and remote place in the countryside, he must have no way to adapt to the peasant meals here.

Molly nodded inwardly, indicating that she understood.

It turns out that the setting of this layer of dream-making space, is it a down-and-out noble son?

There is no comparison with the Coach Qu who was born in the upper layer of civilians......

Molly's heart was in a trance, she couldn't tell as if she had lost something, and she always felt like a small horn was missing in her chest.

But soon, she adjusted her feelings, discarded unnecessary distractions, took out the boiling water, and began to cook on the fire.

The smell of firewood and rice mixed together is fresh and pleasant, and before you know it, half an hour has passed.

When the meal was about to be cooked, Molly went out and didn't find Qu Jincun in the yard, and he didn't find him outside the yard, so I don't know where he went for a while.

The system was still scanning, and Molly had nothing to do for a while, so she wiped the crockpot with hot water, brushed the crude dishes and chopsticks, and cut some pickles to wait for later.

When the rice was thoroughly cooked and the rice porridge was extremely glutinous, Qu Jincun slowly walked into the courtyard.

His hair was wet and scattered over his shoulders, and there were droplets of water on his exposed neck and chest from time to time, and his body exuded fresh moisture, but it turned out that he had gone to bathe in the river.

The leaves outside are half yellow and not green, and it is obvious that this season is already late autumn and early winter, and the weather is getting colder and colder day by day...... What should I do if I get a chill? It seems that this noble son's love for cleanliness will not be eliminated for a while!

"Young Master, please sit next to the fire." Molly said politely.

Hurry up and dry your dull hair.

lest I catch a cold, and I have to serve you.

As soon as Molly spoke, Qu Jincun looked her up and down a few times, and there was a slight strangeness in her eyes, which made people scratch their heads.

Molly quietly asked the system: [When this layer of dream-making space was formed, didn't let his head get caught by the door? Or was it kicked by a donkey? 】

The system struggled for a while before answering: "There is a 25% chance. The system is not sure ......]

Molly couldn't help but be dumbfounded, could it really be that she was right, and the IQ of the target of the strategy at this level is a bit worrying?

"Want, eat something delicious." Qu Jincun, a down-and-out noble son, whispered to Molly, who was about to serve rice, "After eating gruel for so many days, my mouth is a little uncomfortable. ”

Molly has nothing to say about this, pampered young master, do you know that there is only these rice left in the rice tank? After eating this rice porridge, the next meal is gone, but you still refuse to eat it.

What will I do to save you, my picky young master?!

"There's nothing else to eat other than this rice porridge." Molly said calmly.

Qu Jincun nodded, didn't say anything, he walked outside the door and walked around, and soon returned, carrying a net bag made of straw rope in his hand, which contained a few yellow-brown things, and a lot of dirt.

"Cook and eat these, I've smelled them -- they smell so good when other people make them." The boy said innocently, pouring the pile over to the fire.

It turned out to be just a few sweet potatoes.

Presumably, for a noble boy, he may not have eaten sweet potatoes since he was a child - once the brocade clothes and jade food for many years are gone, even a small piece of sweet potato will become greedy.

Wretched.

In a spirit of humanitarianism, Molly threw the sweet potatoes into the furnace that was still burning but was about to go out - this thing needs to be slowly simmered over a small fire, and when the fire is too big, the outer layer will burn.

Sweet potato, also known as white potato, sweet potato, yam, sweet potato, sweet potato, sand grandma) [synonyms] soil melon, cold melon, cold potato, kudzu, arrowroot, soil radish ("Chinese Medicine and Plants"), straw gourd ("Luchuan Materia Medica"), sand kudzu, radish(Jiangxi "Herbal Medicine Manual"). Sweet potato, Guanli people call it "white potato" or "sweet potato", but Northeast people only call it sweet potato, but many people don't know what white potato and sweet potato are. Sweet potatoes are produced in Shandong, so those who sell raw sweet potatoes often shout "Shandong's big potatoes" to show "authentic", called sweet potatoes in the north, and sweet potatoes in the south.

Beside the steaming stove, Qu Jincun stared at the few pieces of black food in the fire, thinking of the color of the red skin and yellow flesh, the hot and sweet taste, he couldn't help but slide his Adam's apple up and down, and there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes.

Soon after, the sweet smell comes to the face, very attractive, the roasted sweet potato, golden and hot, hot in the hand, peeling the skin to reveal the golden soft and hot melon pulp, eat a mouthful of fragrant, sweet, noodles, glutinous, hot, mixed body hot.

The few sweet potatoes that Qu Jincun got back were white, and they tasted very dry and less watery, and they were quite hungry; There were also two pieces of red and yellow, which had more moisture and tasted sweet and soft, and he swallowed one slowly, and found that Molly was standing motionless on the side.

"Eat." Surprised, he handed over the food in his hand, "Here, peel the skin." It's very sweet. ”

The skin of the sweet potato has been roasted with melon oil, and when you pinch the skin with your hands, it is extremely soft and ripe, but Molly does not want to eat it.

"I've eaten too many sweet potatoes for heartburn," she pushed the food back, "Young Master, eat it, don't worry about me." ”

The young man held the hot food in his hand, and looked at her eyes, and it was unpredictable.

It was like meeting her for the first time...... Molly said secretly.

Odd.