It was late at night, the Cheng family entertained a homely meal, and the housekeeper saw that the four little guests were tired, so they arranged the guest room early, and Wu Nuandong also had a rare opportunity to sleep alone.

After a good night, Wu Nuandong plugged in the door latch and flashed into the Jade Mansion. This look is unbelievable, Ganoderma lucidum is large and small in a small half of the open space, the largest two are the size of two palms, the unknown plants in the third acre of field have finally grown, and the small red berries hanging on it are very gratifying.

Wu Nuandong went directly into the study of the wooden house, started from the bottom floor, and finally found the medical technique of introducing the types of herbs. Sitting on the cold jade bed, she quickly flipped through the pages and ten lines, and soon a thick book was imprinted in her mind.

Wu Nuandong couldn't hide his smile, it was actually ginseng, the few hard-shelled seeds he picked up when he was hunting with his grandfather were ginseng seeds, but he didn't expect the function of Yufu to be really powerful, not only obtained the spores of the broken Ganoderma lucidum to generate many small Ganoderma lucidum, but also resurrected the ginseng seeds that had no ability to survive. Ginseng has always been produced in the far north, and it is scarce in the south, and even if it is grown, it is far less effective than that of the fertile black soil of the northeast. Those seeds should have been eaten by migratory birds, but because of the layers of hard shells, they could not be digested, and they flew to the south to excrete them completely, which was cheaper than Wu Nuandong.

The small Ganoderma lucidum has also grown, purple in the red, very similar to the Zizhi mentioned in the book, which is the Venerable of the Ganoderma lucidum, which has amazing effects on diabetes, high blood pressure and insomnia.

Wu Nuandong forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, took a few deep breaths, and began to meditate, and waited until he practiced the second weight of all things, and his physique would have a huge change.

After meditating overnight, Wu Nuandong's spirit is good, his mood and body have all reached the peak, although the progress of the practice is not as rapid as the first day, it should not be underestimated, the first weight of all things has been practiced to the later stage, and another night of practice will inevitably break through the second weight.

When she came to Lingquan, she first poured some water on ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum and other plants, and when she saw them stretching and swaying their branches and leaves, she inexplicably felt a wave of joy and energy from the plants. Wu Nuandong smiled with relief, there will always be a harvest for paying, and in the future, you will have to come to Yufu more diligently to practice and study, and you will have to collect more miracle medicine seeds to cultivate.

Wu Nuandong planned to take a bath while undressing, until dawn Wu Qiuzhi came to knock on the door and had breakfast together.

Although the Cheng family is a big family in the village, the male and female masters died a month ago, and their only son has just turned ten years old, and a lot of family wealth has been swept away by evil servants, leaving only 1,000 acres of fertile land rented to villagers, 40 acres of ponds, 50 acres of depressions that cannot grow grain, an ancestral house and three small shops in the town with meager profits. The little master of the Cheng family is weak, he can't stand the blow and is seriously ill in bed, the old housekeeper has no operating capital, the shop can't be opened, and the servants' monthly silver can't come out, so they can only streamline the servants. In the end, the little master who was not angry ended up depressed, in exchange for a more ignorant female respectful country Cheng Zijing, who was looking for death and life all day long, and the old housekeeper had no energy to help the master take care of the family wealth, so it can be said that the Cheng family is an empty shell now.

"Fifty acres of watered wasteland?" Wu Xingzhou frowned, there is a big difference between the north and the south in grain planting, will it be possible to grow grain in a different way. He tilted his head and asked Steward Cheng, "How much is an acre of wasteland?" ”

Wu Qiuzhi listened carefully to the conversation between the two, and Wu Xia Zhi also sat quietly rarely, after all, this is related to the future of the martial family.

Wu Nuandong sat on the square chair and shook his two small thin legs, silently thinking to himself.

Steward Cheng is a chubby middle-aged man, his face is wrinkled like a bun fold, and his smile is like Maitreya Buddha, his expression is always exaggerated, so that people can't see their true thoughts. He is sleek and shrewd, but he is extremely sincere to the Cheng family, if it weren't for the death of the old lady in a violent illness, he was grief-stricken and negligent for a while, and he would not have let the evil servant of the shopkeeper Sun take advantage of the loophole. Now Steward Cheng is very grateful to the four children of the martial arts family who saved his little master and enlightened the little master, and when he heard Wu Xingzhou's idea of playing the wasteland, he waved his hand again and again, "Even if that land is given for nothing, you can't ask for it." Not only does it cost manpower and material resources, but it also needs to pay taxes, and the family can't starve to death in the wasteland. ”

Gaomen Village was originally composed of depressions, empty, or a hundred years ago when natural disasters struck, many victims fled to Pingji Town, opened up their own depressions, and turned them into fertile fields to grow rice. However, half of the depression in Gaomen Village still cannot grow food, and no matter how many methods the ancestors used, these thousands of acres of depression can only be dry and wasted.

The Cheng family moved here decades ago, the ancestors of the Cheng family understood the hard work of the villagers, not only harvested thousands of acres of fertile land but also harvested a small hundred acres of depression, of which more than 40 acres of barren land was made into a pond to raise some fish, shrimp and crabs, the yield is not high, and the growth is not large, which will be enough for the Cheng family and the Cheng family to be self-sufficient, and the remaining 50 acres will be completely deserted. Li Zhenghe of Gaomen Village still remembers the righteousness of the Cheng family, and the old lady of the Cheng family is also kind and helps many villagers in the village, so after the Cheng family's accident, Cheng Zijing was rescued by the villagers so many times when the old housekeeper couldn't take care of it.

"Brother Xingzhou, there is no way to build a house in the depression." Wu Qiuzhi reminded. I really can't see Brother Xingzhou's stinginess, and when I find out that I save money, I can't care about anything.

"After building a house, you have to farm the land!" Wu Xingzhou replied as a matter of course. It seems that he didn't listen to the words of the process steward, and was still thinking about the depression.

"We don't have enough money...... Wu Xia Zhi interjected. It's very reluctant to buy a house for forty taels!

"House? But there was a lot of land that was empty. Steward Cheng pondered for a moment and hesitated, "At the foot of the front mountain, there is a vacant land next to the large deserted water depression at home, but it is surrounded by wasteland, and it is usually weird, and the ordinary villagers dare not go there." ”

"Uncle Cheng, how big is that land?" Wu Nuandong asked curiously, as long as there are no beasts, there is nothing to be afraid of, there are few people, it is suitable for outsiders like them, "Can we go and have a look?" ”

"At the beginning, the measurement said that there were five acres of land, but in fact, I saw more than ten acres, and I will take you to see it in the afternoon." Steward Cheng knew that these children did not have much money, and he wanted to say that it was really the Cheng family who was too busy to take care of themselves and was powerless now. Although the land is remote, fortunately, the land is wide and the price is low, and with the face of the Cheng family, at least after building a house, it can leave money for a few children to live. I heard them say that the martial arts have a large population, and that land is enough.

"Where's Brother Zijing?" Wu Xia Zhi asked, after a long time in the living room, Cheng Zijing didn't show a single face, "Does he want to go with us?" ”

Referring to this, Steward Cheng couldn't help but have black lines on his head, his face changed by half, and he sighed and really didn't know how to explain it. After the little young master fell seriously ill, the whole person became nervous, and he committed suicide at every turn, and now he finally didn't mention that he was dead, and his behavior was so strange that he wanted to scream. A big man, open and closed, to be raised in the boudoir and accustomed to female popularity. It's okay to make people laugh out of their big teeth. Now in the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, after two empresses, the status of women is much higher than before, and everyone is not dominated by female celebrities, but advocates knowledge and literacy, especially the good chess in qin, chess, calligraphy and painting.

"Uncle Cheng, can I go and see your young master?" Wu Nuandong knew that it was Cheng Zijing's 'old problem', and for the sake of his fellow degenerate, he wanted to explore the 'disease'.

"Good, good, couldn't be better!" Steward Cheng was very happy, just waiting for this sentence!

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Women's Day ~~~~~~ don't want to celebrate a holiday that only wants to receive gifts!!!