After the fifteenth day of the first month, Zheng San went into the county seat to find a job.

Zhiwen Niang still has a ride in the surrounding villages, cooking for other people's helpers.

The land in the system can finally be planted, and Zhiwen's worries caused by the pressure of survival have also been put aside for the time being.

Originally, the two most troublesome tasks at home: carrying water and chopping wood, were basically liberated because of the existence of the system.

Go out and pretend to go around, and when you come back, no one is looking, and you can fill the water tank and pile the firewood high.

To say that this system is produced, it is really a high-quality product, harvested twenty units of shrubs, took one out, and piled up the firewood next to the stove, the quality is good, the thickness is uniform, the length is about the same, Zhiwen estimates that this unit should have 100 kilograms, and half a unit of back to the warehouse, otherwise it is too conspicuous.

Well, you don't have to worry about burning firewood in the future.

The most worrying problem was basically solved, and Zhiwen was idle all of a sudden, but he felt that this day was a little difficult.

It's better during the day.,Even if the psychology is already an adult.,I'm completely indifferent to Nan Nan and Dazhu、Dani and their childish children's games.,Such as throwing stones or something.,But there's a little popularity around me.。

I really can't stand it, you can also take Nannan all over the mountains and wilderness, and you can also bask in the sun even if it is not good, just in the spring of the year, it has not rained at all.

But after eating at night, the days when you have to go to sleep on the kang at seven or eight o'clock are unbearable.

Not to mention mobile phones, computers, the Internet, TV, etc., this family doesn't even have books, and there is no money to light the lamp.

Only then did Zhiwen remember the book that he had lost in the warehouse, and he had never taken it out to read it.

I took it out of the warehouse, took it in my hand, and found that I didn't even have the title of the book, a thin one, Zhiwen counted it, and there were four pictures in total, marked with human body acupuncture points, not only connected with lines, but also marked with arrows to indicate the direction.

Before Zhiwen crossed, as a doctor of integrated Chinese and Western medicine, he thought it was a human meridian diagram at first, but after a closer look, he found that it was plausible.

Some of those acupuncture points are very familiar to him, and some have never heard of them at all, and the lines connected in series, and the direction indicated by the arrows are also different from the twelve meridians of the human body that he is familiar with, and the biggest difference is that the acupuncture points in each picture follow the direction of the arrow, and in the end they all form a cycle.

Boredom, Zhiwen put aside his doubts and followed the order of the pictures in the book, starting from the first picture, and followed the acupuncture points and arrows identified in the picture to meditate.

At first, Zhiwen meditated in a way he was familiar with, that is, cross-legged, gripped, and closed his eyes, but after practicing for a few days, it had no effect.

Think about it and change it to the standing type, which is the so-called standing pile, which is still ineffective, and the lying type, it will not work.

Zhiwen was a little confused, but it was not his character to give up halfway, so he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Until a month later, Zhiwen not only walked but also meditated on the first map of the line cycle, even daily work, work, even talking to people, thinking about things, he could always separate part of the thoughts for meditation, and truly achieved "walking, sitting and lying, not leaving this", and the feelings in the dream came unexpectedly.

That night, Zhiwen, who was standing in the room and meditating, suddenly had a warm current on his body, which automatically cycled along the line of meditation, and every week of the cycle, he could feel that it had grown a little.

Zhiwen knew in his heart that this first picture was refined, and the internal force, or true qi, would circulate endlessly and grow on its own in the future.

After the meditation, Zhiwen found that his eyesight and ear power had increased a lot, which was deaf and clear.

Entering March, the food at home is about to bottom out again, and the paste is inevitably getting thinner and thinner.

However, since the first picture was completed, my body has improved a lot, and my stomach is hungry, but the symptoms of hypoglycemia have not reappeared, and of course, it may be that I don't have to carry water and chop wood.

At noon that day, Zhiwen opened the system interface and saw the two stars hanging on the wheat and sorghum fields that made him look forward to it, and they were finally ripe.

Busy putting it into the warehouse, the harvest of wheat and sorghum was twenty each, and one unit was taken out, and a tall and fat sack should have a hundred kilograms.

Hey, there's a strange thing in the warehouse mixed in, it seems to be a book, so leave it alone.

Looking at the two more plots of land, it is still not deserted, and it can continue to grow, which is better than the buckle farm.

If you count the fact that from sowing to harvesting, in almost three months, wheat and sorghum were harvested twenty each, and if each unit was 100 kilograms, wouldn't there be 2,000 kilograms of wheat and sorghum each?

Good girl, it's so prolific.

Looking at the value, wheat and sorghum are both worth ten gold coins, which is much higher than shrubs.

Zhiwen immediately sold half of the wheat and half of the sorghum and got ten gold coins, and the rest of the grain was enough.

Now this grain has not been ground into flour and cannot be mixed into the grain tank at home, so can this processing workshop be used?

Zhiwen added a unit of sorghum to the entrance of the processing workshop, clicked it with his mind, and did not move.

It should be missing something that can't be started. Zhiwen now knows a little bit about this system, and he can definitely use it, but the conditions must be met.

Processing workshop, does it take energy to start it?

After taking a closer look, he found an opening under it, and Zhiwen tried to add a unit of shrubs into it, and the fuel is energy.

Again, there is still no response.

Zhiwen simply enlarged the processing workshop, leaned in front of him to observe it carefully, and finally made him realize that above the processing workshop, there was a small opening, just like the coin entrance of the vending machine on the street in the later generations, and he still needed money?

I put a gold coin in it, and then drove it with my mind, and finally two options popped up, which were thick and thin.

Zhiwen thought about it, but still chose "coarse", it should be the difference between grinding coarse noodles and fine noodles, and it is too obvious that fine noodles are mixed into the grain tank at home.

Within a few minutes, the processing workshop stopped running, and there was an extra grain bag in the warehouse, which was taken out of the warehouse, and as soon as the bag was opened, it was a slightly dark purple-red flour, with a slight fragrance, and it was twisted by hand, with a sense of sand, but it was similar to the sorghum flour at home.

As for the weight, Zhiwen tried it with his hand, although he didn't carry it, but he felt that it should be almost a hundred kilograms, and there was no loss.

A unit of wheat was put in, and there was no trouble in the processing workshop this time, and it seemed that the fuel and gold coins were enough.

Zhiwen still chose "coarse", and a bag of flour appeared in front of Zhiwen after a while, slightly golden and fragrant with wheat, which tempted Zhiwen to have a large bag of saliva in his mouth.

It's a pity that there is no wheat flour at home, so Zhiwen can only mix some sorghum noodles into his own grain tank, and he doesn't dare to mix more.

Why don't you make something with wheat noodles on the stove at home now?

This idea just rose, and Zhiwen suppressed it, Nan Nan was also at home, and he definitely couldn't hide it, Zhiwen didn't want anyone to know his secret yet.

Putting two bags of grain into the warehouse, Zhiwen was unwilling, this appetite was provoked, and it was not easy to extinguish.

He set his eyes on the workshop again, hesitated for a moment, put the bag of wheat noodles into the workshop, clicked with his mind, and popped up several options: pancakes, pancakes, and steamed buns.

Zhiwen finally held back a laugh and ordered the pancakes, he felt that the pancakes had to use oil, and since he crossed over, he had never touched any oily meat.

Another interface popped up.,This time it's the number of choices.,At least one.,At most a thousand.,Zhiwen chose one.。

After a while, Zhiwen recalled the taste of pancakes in his mouth, but he was still unsatisfied.

Indeed, as he thought, pancakes have oil and salt, and they must be high-quality products produced by the system, and they don't have a minute, and one or two pancakes will enter Zhiwen's stomach.

I still want to eat it again, but Zhiwen knows that he has not been exposed to oil and meat for a long time, his spleen and stomach are weak, and eating too much is very likely to cause gastrointestinal discomfort, so he has to suppress this thought.

Zhiwen walked out of the cave satisfied, and after a few months, his stomach was finally not hungry.

Nan Nan was having fun, looking at her withered yellow hair and thin body, Zhiwen couldn't bear it, so he still made a pancake and gave it to Nan Nan.

After eating a few bites, she made an offensive and defensive alliance with her, promising not to tell anyone, including her father, otherwise she would never have to eat again.