The two of them were busy working in the medicine field, digging out a few small ginseng sticks as congratulatory gifts, and taking care of other medicinal herbs.

Shen Xingluo has always been a good student, and he quickly got started after Cheng Xi's patient teaching, and it only took half a day to go from not being very proficient at the beginning to being able to keep up with the speed.

Since you have to have a package for gifts, the two of them didn't know where to dig out a few wooden boxes and put the ginseng in one by one.

"It's looking better now."

Cheng Xi was satisfied.

As the two of them level up, the time gap between the inside and outside of space has been widening, from the initial 5:1 to the current 10:1, which causes the food and fruits planted to ripen faster.

If it weren't for the purchase of enough high-tech equipment in the interstellar plane, these farm jobs alone would be enough for two people to be busy.

Since the last time I put all the grain into the space and sold it, the warehouse has been more than half empty, but fortunately, the new season's grain has just been harvested a few days ago, otherwise it will not be able to supply the needs of the end time plane.

Yes, they can already meet supply and demand with space.

This also led to the fact that the interstellar supermarket in the post-apocalyptic plane had not been restocked in the system mall for a long time, which made 666 depressed for a long time.

Thanks to the apocalyptic powers, the conditions are now better, and in addition to three meals a day, their material and spiritual pursuits have improved a lot, and they have made a lot of money relying on these systems.

"Qiao Ruoruo's embroidery over there is almost sold, I want to go to the shop outside to buy some and put them on the shelves."

"I'll stop by tomorrow after I get off work?"

"No, I'll go."

When a big man goes to the embroidery shop, he has to buy a bunch of them, so it is even more eye-catching.

Cheng Xi decisively refused, and threw a disapproving look at him, "Your face is too representative, if you really want to go, I'm afraid that tomorrow there will be rumors that Mrs. Shen is not a good woman." ”

“.” Is he that high-profile?

Shen Xingluo originally wanted to say that the little interstellar currency earned from this business was completely negligible, but when he saw Cheng Xi's shining eyes, he instantly swallowed his words again.

What does this care about that bit of interstellar coin, it's obviously too boring to chat with friends in the modern plane.

Of course, Cheng Xi really thinks so.

Qiao Ruoruo is one of her few friends, and the former is still from modern times, the two can talk very well in terms of values and outlook on life, and the other party's salted fish days of small wealth and peace are too attractive to her.

However, that kind of day is not suitable for her at the moment, who makes the current feudal dynasty in which she is currently located.

Cheng - forced to roll up - Xi shed tears of envy while picking and choosing ancient specialties on the shelves.

If she draws a ticket for the experience again, she must look forward to going to the peaceful modern age!

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The winter in the capital is far colder than in Shenjia Village.

The knife-like wind that blew on the face still made the Shen family who had experienced a major snowstorm a little uncomfortable, and they didn't want to stay in the dusty yard even if they had flints on them.

There is still a lot of time before the banquets are held, and there is no need to rush when the congratulatory gifts are ready, so the red-hot iron stove has become a good place for everyone.

After breakfast, Shen Xingluo went to the Hanlin Academy as usual, Xu Lao and Cheng Xi carried out daily teaching, and Shen Xingqi pulled Wangshu to practice his abilities in the training room, and a few days passed in a flash.

But before Cheng Xi went to attend the banquets, the maids who were friends with handkerchiefs took the lead in coming to the door.