There is a large area of fertile land in front of the farmhouse, which looks like it has ten acres.

Since Shi Zhile said that he should do "big things" as soon as possible, Wang Lin began to live a life of farming and cultivating land.

Every day, before dawn, he had to go down to the ground and seize the time to reclaim the land.

When farming, you must get up early so that you don't get exposed to the sun at noon.

This is the lesson of blood and tears that Wang Lin learned after getting up late on the first day.

Shi Zhile had long seen the strangeness in him, but he never said anything, just followed him silently to farm the land, teaching him all kinds of farming knowledge and skills.

The master and apprentice spent three or four hours every day to clean up the ten acres of land.

At first, Wang Lin also hid his strength, trying to use the same performance every day to cover up the strength and aura in his body that skyrocketed exponentially like a series of equal proportions.

But Shi Zhile was in front of him every time with the speed that he could achieve with all his strength, constantly urging him to show his strength.

He had to exert all his strength to barely keep up with Shi Zhile's rhythm.

No matter how great his strength was and how much aura he used to augment his physical body, even if he pushed out dozens of acres of land in a quarter of an hour, Master would still be able to follow him steadily, accompanying him to cultivate this seemingly endless ten acres of land.

"Master, how big is this land, when will we finish plowing it?"

Wang Lin was extremely tired, put down the wooden plow in his hand, picked up the wine gourd on his waist and poured it into his mouth.

In front of Shi Zhile, he did not shy away from it, swallowing the wine in the gourd.

The liquor drunk, accompanied by the pure spiritual qi gushing out of the dantian, flowed throughout the body non-stop.

This sip of wine made most of his exhaustion gone.

He wiped his mouth with the long sleeves of his robe, re-plugged his sleeves, picked up the wooden plow, and began to dry.

With a strength sufficient to crack the stone, he continued to push forward the tattered wooden plow, which could not be broken.

"It's almost time, you're drinking in front of me now, and I'm almost not aware of the changes in your body."

Wang Lin let out a long sigh.

These words, from the next day when he found that the land could not be cultivated, Shi Zhile said this to him.

It's now the ninth day.

I don't know what kind of quick method this "soon" in Master's mouth is.

The trial on the mountain was probably over, but he didn't feel any changes in himself at all.

The sun was rising, the temperature was getting hotter, and the sun was scorching his back, and the surging qi and blood were exuding surging heat in his body.

Under the burning inside and outside, the beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept sliding down from the body.

He was overjoyed that he was finally sweating!

The aura in the dantian gushed out instantly, scattering into thousands of strands, each of which followed the route of "turning yang into yin" in the life and death talisman, and went towards the sweat droplets on the skin.

After a while, all the sweat droplets turned into ice particles, and the cold spread all over the body.

After freezing all the sweat beads, the book "Life and Death Talisman" in his mind also closed the page.

As long as there is enough water and enough aura, not to mention thousands of Dao, it is hundreds of millions of life and death talismans, and it can also assist Wang Lin to complete the refining in a moment.

This shocking life and death talisman, even if Grandma Tong is resurrected and Xiaoyaozi is reincarnated, it will never be possible.

However, Wang Lin only used it as an ice machine, and cultivated the land again energetically.

When you are thirsty, you will drink, and then use the six-vein divine sword to force out the wine, and you should drink honey.

When you're hungry, eat a few bought sour cakes to get your fill cheaply.

Su Banxia gave this gourd, I don't know how much, he estimated that he had drunk seven or eight catties these days, but the gourd was still full when it was shaken, and there was no less.

He hadn't eaten anything serious since he crossed into this world.

It's either the ecstasy soup conjured by the snake spirit with demonic power, or the bland gruel, sour steamed bun.

Shi Zhile saw that he hadn't eaten much today, and couldn't help but worry for a while.

Although he saw that the spiritual qi in his apprentice's body was constantly circulating, it was always a problem to eat only two steamed buns per meal.

These ten acres of land are different from ordinary farmland, and you can't do this work if you don't have enough to eat.

I saw that the master frowned, stopped today's work, groped out a few coppers from his arms, stuffed them into Wang Lin, and asked him to go outside to buy some food to replenish his body.

The wooden plough was snatched away, and he was directly driven out of the ground by Shi Zhile.

"Master, let's go, let's go eat together."

Wang Lin really couldn't eat this sour gnocchi, and said happily with the money.

But Shi Zhile turned a deaf ear, lifted the food basket, and after eating all the five or six cakes in one go, he waved his hand and said:

"I'm full, there's no food in the basket, you can go buy something to eat yourself."

Seeing that he did such a desperate job, Wang Lin had nothing to say.

I just thought that after I went out this time, I would find a way to make some money, buy something to eat, and stop eating this sour cake.

Although he always felt that his master was doing this on purpose, no matter how downcast and seriously injured a great elder of the sect was, he would not be able to get involved like this.

But Shi Zhile is not doing something that is poor on the surface, but in fact, it is a cliché trick that suddenly appears in front of people with the power of the hidden fairy world, causing exclamations.

Those sour cakes that I ate for nine days in a row can't be faked.

My own master is really poor!

It's too real to be poor, and there is neither an audience nor a routine. In addition to farming, it is to eat sour cakes, which is completely beyond the nature of performance.

............

These copper coins, plus the dozen or so coins at the bottom of the basin before, are a total of nineteen coins.

He directly picked up the nineteen copper coins, picked up the pill, said goodbye to his master, and walked to the stall at the entrance of the nearby village.

When Wang Lin walked up, he saw a small noodle stall that was thriving, and many pedestrians were eating noodles here.

He had never eaten anything from other houses before, and now he could only follow the crowd and sit in a noodle stall, intending to eat a bowl of noodles for lunch.

Everyone shouted to the stall owner, "Come to a bowl of somen noodles", and Wang Lin followed the words of others and ordered a bowl of somen noodles.

Then he saw the stall owner, who was quick with his hands and feet, put lard and soy sauce in the bottom of the bowl, and poured the noodle soup on top to melt it.

In the end, it was still in the bowl, sprinkled with a handful of chopped green onions, and then served to everyone.

The somen noodles in this shop are really expensive, and a bowl costs eight cents.

Fortunately, there were still a lot of them, and the noodles were so full that they filled a whole large bowl.

If you eat this big bowl, an ordinary man will have the strength to do a morning's work.

Smelling the fragrant noodles, he first slipped by the edge of the bowl and took a sip of miso soup, and then picked up a thin noodle with chopsticks and put it into his mouth together.

His mouth was suddenly filled with this aroma, and compared with the Yangchun noodles in his previous life, it was only a little less flavoring of MSG and sugar, and the taste was really good.

The lard floats on the surface, and the entrance is hot, so you can't put too much in your mouth for a while.

It just so happened that he also intended to explore the pattern of warm currents between different foods, so he simply slowed down his eating speed and ate in small bites.