It's spring again, with a drizzle of rain and a cold wind.

The red-hot charcoal is piled up in the basin, which disperses the damp moisture that burrows into the chamber and also dries out the air.

The teenager dressed as a girl sat on a soft and warm mattress, lowered his head and stacked building block toys, and occasionally looked at Shen Zhiwei, who was reading ancient books, satisfied.

"Xiaoyu, remember to drink water when you are thirsty. Shen Zhiwei picked up his cup.

"Hmm. Xiaoyu responded to her.

After drinking half a cup of flower tea, Shen Zhiwei walked around the room a few times, stretching out his hand and kicking his legs to stretch his muscles.

Coming to the window, she pushed open the half-hidden window and took a deep breath.

In a few months, I will be three years old.

The occult will stabilize and then awaken.

Shen Zhiwei had never considered the situation that the occult had been asleep, because her occult was getting stronger day by day, and she could vaguely feel a barrier.

As long as the barriers are broken, the occult will surely usher in a true awakening.

"Third Miss!"

There was a sudden cry in the courtyard, and Shen Zhiwei looked over and saw a thin girl.

She curled her lips and smiled, beckoning the maid to come over: "Did you get the rice?"

The maid nodded vigorously: "I got it, it's the millet grown in the Grange of Daqing Village, and the steward Wang gave it! Miss knows, right? The rice you usually eat is produced in Daqing Village." The people in the kitchen said that the rice in Daqing Village is the most fragrant and delicious, and it is very expensive to sell outside!"

"Did you pick it out on purpose and send it?" Shen Zhiwei took the small urn in the maid's hand, opened it and saw that there were plump grains of grain inside, and there was no shriveled and blackened one.

"Of course the young lady wants the best!" said the maid.

Shen Zhiwei grabbed a handful of millet and used his occult magic to perceive its essence.

She had never planted a field, and in the absence of a control group, she did not know whether the millet was good or bad.

It's good enough.

After rewarding ten taels of silver and sending the maid away, Shen Zhiwei took a small dish with snacks, washed it and filled it with a little water, poured twenty or thirty grains of millet into it, and planned to use rice to test his mysticism.

Previously, her occult technique allowed plants to kill insect eggs and secrete insect repellent substances, so it must not be difficult to turn low-yielding rice into high-yielding rice.

But Shen Zhiwei doesn't know whether the improved second-generation rice can inherit the high-yielding traits of the first-generation rice, and it takes time to study it slowly.

If the research is successful, it will benefit the people of the world, and if it fails, it can leave information as a reference.

That night, Shen Zhiwei talked to Yuan Fuzi about this matter and said, "I need an experimental field that can grow rice, and I also need an experienced farmer, can you help convince my father to allow me to go for a walk in the suburban grange?"

Master Yuan didn't refuse, and said, "I'm afraid Ling Zun won't be optimistic about your decision. And your occult arts, if you can only grow flowers and grass, and have no combat power, your father will definitely be disappointed. ”

The strong in this world are respected, the warriors pursue power, and so does the Xuanshi.

Shen Zhiwei disagrees with this, how can he be strong when he is not full of food and clothing?

Of course, she would not show her inner thoughts in front of Master Yuan, but said: "The students believe that there is no metaphysics of waste wood, only people who waste firewood." It is a skill to be able to fight, and it is also a skill to grow flowers and grass. To judge the superiority, you have to see what aspect of this ability is used. ”

Master Yuan was like-minded, patted Shen Zhiwei's shoulder, and encouraged: "If you can grow high-yield rice, there will be fewer poor people in the world who starve to death, which is merit." ”

Shen Yushu heard that Shen Zhiwei was going to play in Zhuangzi in the countryside, and asked: "What are you going to do there?" There is nothing fun in the countryside, the road is a yellow mud road, rugged and narrow, and if you accidentally step on and cow dung, it is dirty and smelly. The peasants are not all hospitable, they can go from morning to night for the slightest thing. ”

"I wonder if what the book says is true. Shen Zhiwei made an excuse, "If you have read thousands of books, you have to travel thousands of miles." ”

"It's a bit reasonable, but ......" Shen Yushu bent his fingers and tapped on the table, thought about it for a while, and responded, "It's not a bad thing to let you go to the countryside to see it, but I want to ask your mother, she allows you to go, and you can go." ”

Dongfang Wuyang was easier to persuade than Shen Yushu, and in the face of Shen Zhiwei's sufficient reasons, she nodded: "When are you going to go, which Zhuangzi are you going to, and who are you going to?"

Shen Zhiwei said the answer.

Dongfang Wuyang said: "You go alone, I don't worry." Ask your eldest brother when he is free and ask him to take you there. ”

She and Shen Yushu are very busy and have no leisure.

Shen He is also busy, cultivating hard every day, and never relaxing.

My sister wanted to go to the countryside to see the world, but Shen He originally refused, but later felt that he hadn't played with his sister for a long time, so he changed his words and said, "I'll accompany you." By the way, will Erya go too?"

Shen Zhiwei shook his head: "My sister doesn't go to the countryside, my sister wants to go to play with my cousin." ”

The day of departure was not far off, and the brother and sister got up early in the morning and boarded the animal cart in the morning light.

In addition to the guards, maids, and Master Yuan, who is still thinking about it, there are also Xiaoyu who likes to stick to Shen Zhiwei, and a middle-aged woman who always hunched her back and held her chest.

This woman is average-looking, and she is a subordinate of Dongfang Wuyang last year, called Xin Yang.

Dongfang Wuyang didn't like the name Xin Yang, so he renamed her Yang Nianhua, but Yang Nianhua still called himself Xin Yang in private.

Xin is her husband's surname, and her husband is an ordinary oil seller in An Ying's city, who likes to drink, and often beats his wife and children when he is drunk, and does not show mercy. Yang Nianhua was born in the countryside, and after marrying Xin Dalang as his wife, he silently endured his cruelty.

Until one day, Xin Dalang killed his only son, Yang Nianhua felt that all thoughts were lost, and he awakened the occult art and killed his husband.

"I don't like her, I'm not happy to see her. In the spacious carriage, Shen He whispered to his sister, "She has a sad face every day, as if everyone is bullying her, I have never seen her smile." ”

"Do you want her to smile at you?" Shen Zhiwei had a very light impression of Yang Nianhua, and replied casually, "Her husband is dead, and her only son was beaten to death by her husband himself, so it's normal that she can't laugh." ”

"Uh...... I don't know where she came from. Shen He was embarrassed, "She is now a Xuanshi, and there are many people who want to marry her, so she can choose a pleasing one to marry." If my son is gone, I can have another one, and it's not that I can't give birth......"

"Big brother, things are not as light as you say. Shen Zhiwei looked at the scenery outside the window and reasoned with the eldest brother who was still an eight-year-old boy, "If I pass away, will you be sad for me or ask your father and mother to have another sister? You will miss me, and Aunt Yang will miss her son." Even if she had ten more children, they wouldn't be the same ones. ”

Shen He was taught: "It's my fault, I shouldn't talk about Aunt Yang." He changed the subject, "Sansan, how did you come up with the idea of going to the countryside to play?"