Breakfast was embarrassing in the past, and the grilled fish bones on the slate were naturally chewed by Jiang Yan, sitting on the side and watching the campfire in a daze, Jiang Yan thought about the next way out.

The wild wilderness of nature, through yesterday's python Jiang Yan also has a detailed understanding, frightened she does not plan to catch fish today, after all, there are still two crucian carp at home to eat, not to mention that there is a lot of corn on the roof.

However, this does not mean that Jiang Yan can be lazy for a day, because before Jiang Yan has rested enough, the plants in the yard have already begun to wait to be fed.

"Boss, thirsty, water!"

"Boss, buddies want to have some big fountains!"

"Boss, my roots are on fire, this thing should want to die with me!"

The various urgings in the courtyard made Jiang Yan, who was still sleepy, wake up suddenly, and subconsciously wanted to tell Gao Chou to water, but after thinking about it, he finally walked to the well by himself.

"After a while, Gao Wei will be gone, and I will have to avoid relying on the latter's labor now." Picking up the bucket, Jiang Yan sprinkled the well water on the vegetable field, thinking so inwardly.

Gao Chou on the side didn't think too much, watching the books lent to him by Jiang Yan, frantically learning hard-won knowledge.

The three sacred books of the doomsday not only contain a variety of agricultural knowledge, but also a very systematic militia training and a variety of combat teaching, which is a very rare treasure trove for Gao Chou now.

If you want to avenge your sister in the future, you must learn all the contents of these books.

After watering all the vegetable fields in the front and back yards, and taking out some rotten vegetable leaves to feed the chickens, Jiang Yan straightened his stiff waist and sat on the Taishi chair on the side.

"I'm tired."

Lying on the Taishi chair, Jiang Yan looked at the sky with empty eyes, the white clouds and blue sky were still so beautiful, only Jiang Yan was tired like a puppy.

The farm work just now was done silently by Gao Chou before, but now Jiang Yan is doing it by himself, and he is a little uncomfortable.

After taking care of the farm, Jiang Yan was busy for an hour and a half, looking at the gradually rising sky, Jiang Yan suddenly recalled an idea that he had given up for a long time.

Jiang Yan never knew the specific time of day.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan struggled to get up from his chair, as early as a month ago, Jiang Yan had thought of making a sundial to judge the time of day.

But at that time, it was in the early stage of sowing, and Jiang Yan, who was too busy, forgot about it, and after the sowing was over, the events that happened were too rich for Jiang Yan to remember.

"Sundial doing this?"

Jiang Yan has watched a lot of documentaries and is relatively familiar with sundials, but they have been in his brain for so long that Jiang Yan can't remember how to make them.

But fortunately, Jiang Yan has prepared a lot of books, which contain knowledge about this.

"The production of a sundial is not difficult, as long as the daily shadow is in the shortest possible time... Returning to the storage room and taking out a book, Jiang Yan sat on the Taishi chair and read it carefully.

As described in the book, the sundial is not difficult to make, with a stick stuck in the ground at noon every day, and over time, the shadow will draw an arc on the ground.

Fill in a circle along this arc and divide the circle into 12 equal parts, so that a simple sundial is made, but because of the simplicity of the production, there will be a certain amount of error in the specific time.

But Jiang Yan didn't care about that subtle error, Jiang Yan was more concerned about not being able to judge the time.

There was once when Jiang Yan was lazy, got up in the morning and went back to sleep, but when she woke up with dark clouds, Jiang Yan didn't know whether it was in the morning or afternoon.

So much so that after a while, watching the sky gradually darken, Jiang Yan finally found out.

Oh? It's time to go to bed again.

The sky was bright, Jiang Yan lay on the Taishi chair and kept thinking, making the sundial is not so important, but once the production is completed, Jiang Yan doesn't want to repair it later, so it's best to choose a more reliable one in terms of raw materials.

In the park before, Jiang Yan had seen sundials made of stone plates, and Shengjia Village naturally did not have such large stone plates.

However, Lao Cao's family in the west of the village has a large stone mill, and when he was a child, his family often got up early in the village to sell tofu.

If the stone mill is pulled back, it can not only be used for sundials, but also for grinding beans when the soybeans in the backyard are ripe.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan called out to Zhao Dabai, who was lazy on the side, greeted Gao Chou, who was still reading, and prepared to attack Lao Cao's house in the west of the village!

With a pistol pinned to his waist and a bow and arrow on his back, the little orangutan fell asleep, and Jiang Yan tiptoed out of the door with Gao Chou and Zhao Dabai.

"Jiang Yan, is it okay to leave the little orangutan at home alone?"

Looking at Jiang Yan tiptoeing beside him, he looked at the farmhouse with a sad gaze and hesitated, although this trip didn't take long, but leaving the little orangutan alone at home, who knows if she would wake up halfway and run out?

"There shouldn't be any problem, just go and get back quickly." Carefully locking the gate, Jiang Yan headed west along the cement road.

Looking at Jiang Yan, who was a little hurried in front of him, he glanced at the farmhouse worriedly, and then pushed the cart towards Jiang Yan.

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Lao Cao's house is far away from Jiang Yan's house, the road is about three kilometers, just the right distance for Jiang Yan to rest assured that the little gorilla is at home alone, after all, Jiang Yan, who is capable, can monitor the condition of the little gorilla within half a minute, so Jiang Yan is not too worried about leaving the little gorilla alone at home.

Compared with the little orangutan, Jiang Yan was more worried about the stone mill of the old Cao family.

When he was a child, Jiang Yan went to Lao Cao's house, and attended his son's wedding with his parents.

The circular stone plate, which was more than one meter wide and about thirty centimeters thick, was meshed together in pairs, which was obviously a giant instrument for Jiang Yan, who was less than one meter three at that time.

Trying to push the handle on it and exert his strength to eat, Jiang Yan couldn't shake the stone mill for a minute, which left a deep impression on Jiang Yan.

So much so that after becoming an adult, Jiang Yan's first reaction when he heard the stone mill was that kind of thick and wide giant stone mill.

Searching for the memories in his mind, Jiang Yan identified the dilapidated doors in front of him, decades have passed, the dense vegetation has changed Shengjia Village, and it is undoubtedly a lot more difficult to find an unfamiliar farm in this situation.

"Red bricks? It's this one! ”

Pushing open the iron door, Jiang Yan looked at the neatly placed red brick ground on the ground, and finally determined that the farmhouse in front of him was Lao Cao's house.