Looking at the extra thirty-six acres of land in the inner space. Spice seeds are not available for the time being. The heart is a little empty. What a waste. It seems that you have to take care of Shopkeeper Liu. Keep an eye out for boats, it's impossible to buy them in the town.

Right now. There is no cultivation method. It can only be passive training. He felt it. His body, bones, internal organs, and so on. Every moment is constantly being moistened by the true qi in the dantian, and it is also improving. But if you don't have exercises, you are still a strong person in the world. Self-protection is no problem. But it's not invulnerable. Low-key, reluctant.

Since he knows that the ascension of his cultivation realm is related to luck. On the one hand, fame can enhance luck. But the county will have to wait until February next year. On the other hand, doing things that are beneficial to the people can also increase luck, such as the invention of braised pig intestines. I made a rolling mill. can increase luck, and now we can only start from this aspect.

So I had breakfast the next day. It's time to start looking around the village. Don't invent something by then, this world already exists. That's no joke. Both wasted time. It's a waste of money. The waterwheel, the windmill, the threshing machine, the world he could think of was already there. Even if there is nothing in the village, there are also in other villages.

That invented the internal combustion engine, you think too much, he won't either. It seems that the wisdom of the working people of this world cannot be underestimated. It was a rush to get down. Discover that there is nothing to invent yourself. It seems that braised vegetables, rolling machine. It is also due to luck. Go with the flow!

That's right. I thought of one thing, cement is simple, but you invented this thing, even if you get lucky, can you keep it? Aren't you looking for death?

So he went to the town to take care of the shopkeeper Liu, keep an eye on the coming and going ships, and collect spice seeds. Looking at Shopkeeper Liu's expression of wanting to speak and stopping, Li Miao didn't want to explain. I'm going to let you look at me like a nerd, so what? There's no way to explain it.

Li Shui, Li Bing, and Li Jun are mixing well now, and their nutrition is keeping up, one day at a time. Seeing that Li Miao came to the store like a giraffe, Li Miao didn't bother to take care of it.

Li Miao still likes a leisurely life. Reading books every day, practicing calligraphy, and walking around the village and outside the village, his current soul is equivalent to a computer processor in later generations. The books you have read are stored in your mind, and you don't have to worry about forgetting. But he will also find time to sort it out. In particular, the amount of information in later generations is too large.

He was also a networm in his later life, and many things were useless. Or that people are blind. He also had to tidy it up and put it aside. Li Yuanwai's book. It was digested by him within a few days of taking it home, so the most he did was tidy up. As he continued to sort it out, he felt that he was also improving. It seems that this is the right thing to do.

Sometimes I take the time to accompany my grandmother and mother, especially my mother, like a little daughter-in-law. I'll talk to her often when I'm fine, but grandma can't see it. Of course, grandma is not jealous, this child has grown up beside her. Isn't it not close to your mother?

The life in this world is very much to his appetite, and there is no pressure on life now, the only pressure comes from the leprosy monk and a group of worldly masters, anyway, I have a glass ball cover, you can't see me, anyway, I'm low-key, reluctant. What can you do to me, "haha".

As for the twelve hairpins in Jinling, those who should be married are married, those who should be widowed are widowed, and the others are still young, Xue Baochai is only twelve years old, so he is not in a hurry. If it weren't for the fact that he felt that his exercises were related to them, he wouldn't have paid attention to them.

Besides, he doesn't have a good impression of the Twelve Golden Hairpins either. The only thing is to feel pity for the fate of some of them, and a little sympathy and pity. If it weren't for the exercises, he would rather never see him and never look at it.

Over time, the inner space has been filled with spices by him. Forty-eight acres of land will no longer be abandoned, and when I see the inner space that is full, my heart is steady. Is there obsessive-compulsive disorder? Regardless of that. It's good to plant it full.