No matter if you are a human or an immortal, you can still farm for me after traveling through time!

Ji Qingyue slowly woke up from his sleep listening to the movements of the Li family every time. After experiencing a period of time without electronic tools, he felt that he was gradually adapting to this kind of health-preserving routine of going to bed early and getting up early.

The plan of the day is in the morning.

Ji Qingyue sat up and stretched, and walked out of the thatched cottage to feel the temperature today. It was indeed not an illusion, today was cooler than yesterday.

Is this starting to cool down?

Cooling down is not a good thing for him. You must know that this is the north, and the temperature often breaks through zero. It is not uncommon here to have dozens of degrees below zero. Just relying on a sweater, a bonfire, and this thatched cottage to fight against the cold is like a mantis trying to use his arms as a car. Don't underestimate yourself.

Ji Qingyue thought in his mind that he had to plan in advance for the brick-burning, as well as warm clothes.

But the most important thing right now is food!

The first thing he did after getting up was to add firewood to the bonfire. In order to prevent the bonfire from extinguishing while he was sleeping, Ji Qingyue put a large log on the bonfire before going to bed, and then spread the fire slowly. Slowly burn wood knots. In order to warm the fire, he cut a door in the middle of the back wall of the thatched cottage, allowing direct access to the vegetable patch and bonfire without climbing over the fence.

After adding firewood, Ji Qingyue had time to observe the vegetable plot carefully. Although the vegetable seedlings were sparse, they were growing well. It could be seen that they were all working hard to grow taller.

Ji Qingyue smiled like an old father.

After confirming the condition of the vegetable seedlings, he temporarily relaxed and went to the stream to wash up with the pot in his hand. After the phone ran out of battery, the only option was to fill the clay pot with water and use the water surface as a mirror.

The more Ji Qing looked at the shadow reflected on the water, he looked more and more like a savage. His beard was growing day by day. More than half a month had passed, and his cheeks had gone from smooth to now overgrown with weeds. The messy beard covered half of his face. Look. He looks a lot older.

In the past, he was envious of the rural life shown in rural variety shows or professional bloggers. Now after experiencing it, Ji Qing wanted to give himself a slap in the face. It was completely different from the comfortable and peaceful rural life he imagined. It was too primitive and extreme. Without any transition, he directly became a primitive man, completely unrelated to comfort.

After washing his face, Ji Qingyue cheered up, filled the clay pot with water, and went back to water the vegetable seedlings.

The vegetable seedlings have all sprouted new leaves. They are tall or low, large or small, and show various shapes. When they were still seeds or sprouts, Ji Qingyue couldn't distinguish their types. Now, only two days have passed. They gradually emerged with their own characteristics, and he was surprised to find that they seemed to be distinguishable.

Just like he has never seen pork before, he has never seen a pig. Although he has never seen the growth process of these vegetables before, and rarely goes to the vegetable market or the vegetable section of the supermarket, he has eaten them at home and in the school cafeteria. For those people who appear on TV programs to popularize science, he has been indirectly "acquainted" with these vegetables for more than ten years.

He squatted beside the vegetable seedlings and slowly identified some of them. Some of them could be seen, but some others had to wait until the results came out.

In addition to seedlings, there are six different types of seeds. Depending on where they are eaten after maturity, the characteristics that appear on the leaves and stems are different. Those that eat roots focus on developing the roots, and the parts above the ground are shorter, at least compared to those. Plants that keep growing upward are much shorter. Those plants that bear fruit on the stem have well-developed stems and grow upward like a tree.

These are some of the things Ji Qingyue himself observed that can help him distinguish.

Apart from these, some crops are very special, and Ji Qingyue can determine the answer without guessing. At that time, he carefully scattered a handful of seeds, and now they have grown out. Instead of branching like tree branches, the leaves like thin ribbons grow straight upward - leeks.

There are fewer leek seeds than rice seeds, and they are the second most abundant seeds in the seed packet. Ji Qing has heard others say that leeks can be cut and cut again. If this is true, wouldn't there be endless leeks to eat?

I can arrange the leek dumplings later.

In addition to leeks, there is another vegetable that is growing very happily. Ji Qingyue stretched out his hand to measure the stems and leaves that grew out. They were already as high as his fingertips, and they were quite recognizable.

"This celery is growing so well!"

Among these growing vegetables, celery is the most powerful. Yesterday he couldn't tell what it was, but today it jumped so high that he could tell immediately.

There are those who develop well and those who develop poorly.

In order to see their growth more intuitively, Ji Qingyue broke a piece of wooden stick every day to record their height. He inserted three sticks in three days. There were very obvious changes in other vegetables. Only the seedlings in the vegetable field looked different from yesterday. It's almost the same, just a little taller, and the leaves haven't changed much.

Since it was a comparative experiment, Ji Qingyue went to the paddy field. As he expected, the seedlings in the paddy field were much taller than yesterday, and the leaves were greener and longer.

The results of this comparison have already determined what to do, which is to create a preferred growing environment for the crops based on their growth characteristics.

The magical land only speeds up the growth of plants and does not change the growth characteristics of plants. Each plant has its most suitable growth environment. If the growth environment is forcibly changed, the plant can still survive, but it will not grow in the most suitable environment. Well, maybe it also affects the quality of the results.

After thinking about this, Ji Qingyue couldn't help but feel a little worried. His knowledge of planting was very poor. He only knew the growing environment of a few vegetables. For example, lotus roots should be planted in watery silt, rice should be planted in paddy fields, and the rest. He thinks it can be grown in most places with mud...

Ji Qingyue had seen some planting experts growing vegetables in various places before. He must have inherited this skill that is engraved into DNA more or less. Isn't it said that the Chinese people can grow vegetables? There is no reason why he can't meeting.

Thinking of this, Ji Qing became more and more relieved. He would not lose too much in the magical land if he took it one step at a time.

Next, he transplanted all the seedlings from the vegetable field to the paddy field, and added a little water to the paddy field. Today's farm work is completed, and then he will start another plan - burning bricks.

He knew how to bake bricks thanks to a video he had watched before. What he was burning was not the kind of red bricks and blue bricks produced in the factory, but ordinary mud bricks. The requirements were very low, and there was only one criterion for success - not melting when exposed to water.

Since bricks are to be burned, a brick kiln must be built, and a continuous fire is required to burn bricks, which must be fired continuously for at least seven or eight hours. Pay attention to safety when using fire, and he also needs to be hidden, so the brick kiln cannot be close to the thatched cottage. Since you want to make a fire, you need firewood. If you don’t want to carry firewood back and forth, the brick kiln should be located close to the woods. The fired bricks were later used to build houses. In order to reduce the transportation distance, the brick kiln was finally located at the place where houses were built.

Based on the above points, Ji Qingyue chose to build the brick kiln in the woods on the right side a hundred meters away from the thatched cottage.

There was a sparsely wooded clearing there, so it was not necessary to cut down so many trees. Standing in the open space, Ji Qingyue discovered that there was a small hillside in front of him. There were sparsely grown broad-leaf trees on the hillside. Beyond the hillside was the stream. There were many weeds used to build thatched houses growing beside the stream. He was there last time. There we got the weeds for patching up the thatched cottage.

The hillside is covered with various types of trees, which must have been painted by the author at will. Now it is convenient for him. With the cover of the hillside and the trees, outsiders cannot see that there is an extra house behind the hillside when admiring the painting.

There are sparse trees in the open space. Ji Qingyue made a visual inspection and found that he only needed to cut down three pine trees that were not too strong.

He needs a stone axe.

After clearing the land by cutting down trees, he began to build a brick kiln. He had already designed the structure of the first-generation brick kiln in mind.

The only materials used to build a brick kiln are mud and water. There is a lot of mud in the open space. If you want to use water, you need to dig a trench to lead to the place where the kiln is built.

Ji Qingyue planned the next steps bit by bit, took action at a leisurely pace, and completed every plan in a down-to-earth manner.

While he was very busy, the Li family was also busy. Only Li Erlang and Xiao Tuanlang's uncle and nephew were left in the family. The others were of course picking fruits.

I have to praise Li Erlang for his good physical fitness. The injury on his leg is improving at a speed visible to the naked eye. Yesterday, he still needed crutches to walk. Today, although he is limping, he can no longer get rid of the crutches.

Li Erlang was inspecting wheat seeds in the warehouse. He planned to wait for two more days, until the wound on his leg had healed better and the work of picking fruits was over, before making fertilizer, mixing it into the fields, and planting wheat seeds in early October.

When the second uncle was busy, Tuanlang, a lively little boy who could run and jump, stayed by the side. Normally when the adults are free, Aniang Li would take him to play with other children, but now the whole family is busy and there is no time to take him out for a walk, so he can only play with his left hand and his right hand.

But as long as Li Erlang is distracted and doesn't keep an eye on Tuan Lang, Little Douding will run away without knowing where he is, and he has to spend time grabbing him back and putting him next to him every time.

No, just as he was counting the wheat seeds, Tuan Lang, who was standing at his feet, ran out of the warehouse again, his short legs squeaking and running away.

When Li Erlang heard the noise, he immediately turned his head and stared at the direction in which Tuan Lang ran. He thought that the courtyard door was closed and Tuan Lang might have gone to the study to study like Shi Lang. It should be okay, so he continued to count the wheat seeds with confidence.

Sure enough, just as Li Erlang thought, Tuan Lang ran straight to the study as soon as he ran out of the granary. He was not good at expressing himself at a young age. Others didn't know it, but he knew that there was an immortal in the study!

Ji Qingyue was once worried that Xiao Tuan Lang's Tongyan Wuji would reveal what he was doing in the painting, but after Tuan Lang complained several times and talked about "immortal" several times, but no one cared about it, he was relieved. Sure enough, they I don’t even believe that there is really a person living in the painting.

So he listened peacefully to Li Tuanlang running into the study and talking to himself every day.

Today was no exception. As soon as Ji Qingyue heard the sound of children babbling outside, he knew that the little one was here again.

Every time Tuan Lang came in, he would not come in front of the painting. He would just climb up on the chair with difficulty and imitate Li Sanlang and Li Silang sitting at the desk reading, talking to themselves. You can play alone. happy.

When no one is using the study, the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table are put away to prevent Tuan Lang from accidentally breaking them when he gets excited.

Tuanlang didn't make much noise in the study. He just slapped the table and knocked the toys, and then ate dates.

Today is the same as usual.

Ji Qingyue was squatting by the stream grinding stones to make a stone axe, while the babbling sounds outside kept chanting the words "Shangda Sir" over and over again.

Ji Qingyue couldn't help but laugh as he imagined the scene of Xiaodoudin pretending to be a little adult. The sound of the same kind of voice greatly dispelled the fear in his heart.

He was not left behind, he was just isolated in a small world.

The accident happened suddenly.

Ji Qingyue suddenly stopped when he heard the babbling laughter outside, and then the child coughed violently, accompanied by a small yelp, as if someone was pinching his neck, and the sound was very weak.

The next second there was a "bang" sound, as if the child fell off the stool and fell to the ground. Despite this, the child still did not cry loudly.

At this time, Ji Qingyue realized that it was not that the child didn't cry, but that he couldn't make a sound when he cried.

The little one might have choked on something!

Ji Qingyue ran up the wooden bridge eagerly, and as expected, hit the transparent barrier with a "dong" sound.

He was stopped in front of the barrier, and he patted the barrier anxiously. Amidst the rapid "bang bang" sound, Ji Qing became more and more impatient, but no matter how hard he hit the barrier, the barrier did not let him pass.

"Tuanlang! Can you hear me?"

The only response he received was the weak cry of a child.

The situation was urgent. Ji Qing had no time to think too much and immediately changed the target of his shouting. He raised his voice and shouted: "Erlang! Li Erlang!"

He didn't know where Li Erlang was now, so he could only pray that he could hear the call and come over quickly!

"Li Erlang!! Li Changxiang!!!" Show up quickly! !

In the grain room behind the main house, Li Erlang stopped what he was doing and froze on the spot. Is he hallucinating? Otherwise, why would a strange voice appear at home calling him?

Although he didn't believe it, he put down the wheat, straightened up and walked to the warehouse door to listen carefully, wondering if it was an auditory hallucination.

From nowhere came a clearer cry: "Li Erlang!! Li Changxiang!!!"

Li Erlang woke up and picked up the pole beside the door, limped out of the grain house and ran towards the yard.

Not an auditory hallucination! An outsider really sneaked into the house!

He was sure that the sound must have come from somewhere in the house.

After thinking for a moment, Li Erlang immediately thought of the person who instigated Shiro to steal the cake!

Li Erlang carried the pole around the main house and stood in the yard. Then, an angry curse came from the left side of the yard: "Li Erlang, where the hell are you! Something happened to your child!"

The moment the sound sounded, Li Erlang rushed to the left like an eagle attacking.

The sound is in the study!

And Tuan Lang’s faint cry!

His heart tightened, and the moment he rushed in, countless bad images flashed through his mind!

Li Erlang was full of anger, and the thorn pain in his leg made him more and more awake. He held up the pole and rushed into the study: "Tuan Lang!"

The moment he stood still, Li Erlang saw Tuan Lang lying on the ground with a purple complexion. Tuan Lang was dying, waving his little hands and unable to speak a complete word.

"Tuan Lang!!" Li Erlang ignored the unfamiliar voice and quickly dropped the pole and picked up Tuan Lang.

Tuanlang pinched his neck with his hands, opened his mouth, and said "ah ah ah", unable to speak. He was so choked that he couldn't breathe and rolled his eyes.

"Did he choke?!"

At the sound of the voice, Li Erlang was so frightened that his hair stood up, and he stared at the painting on the wall with a keen intuition like a beast.

That sound came from the painting on the wall!

Although he was shocked by the strange scene where no one was seen but voices were heard, Li Erlang was even more nervous about Tuan Lang. His heart was filled with the safety of Little Douding, and he replied: "Yes!"

"Hurry up and do what I say, otherwise it will be too late!"

Without waiting for Li Erlang to respond, Ji Qingyue continued: "You hold Tuan Lang's chin with your hand from the front, turn him over to face the floor, drag his arm and get it stuck on his chest, ensuring that He won’t fall!”

Li Erlang quickly followed the instructions. Ji Qingyue couldn't see outside and didn't know whether his movements were irregular. When Li Erlang asked about the follow-up action, he could only bite the bullet and said: "Let Tuan Lang lower his head as much as possible." , and then use your other hand to quickly hit his back! Just slap his back hard! Pay attention to whether anything in his mouth falls out!!"

Without waiting for Ji Qingyue's urging from behind, Li Erlang's hand had already followed Ji Qingyue's instructions. When he patted hard for the fourth time, Tuanlang vomited. Along with his vomiting, something fell out of his mouth. , rolled to the ground.

A date with a bite.

Ji Qing in the painting heard the child's low-pitched cry outside, which was louder than before, and guessed that Tuan Lang had spit out the blockage. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and then told him: "Send him away quickly." Go to the doctor and have his throat checked to see if there are any other problems!"

Li Erlang hugged Tuan Lang in fear. Since he successfully rescued Tuan Lang, his body has subconsciously done what the person in the painting said.

Now when he heard that the person in the painting asked him to go find the doctor, he followed the instructions mechanically. Just when he straightened up and was about to walk out, he paused in his steps and turned hesitantly to look at the painting on the wall.

He paused for a breath, as if he had made a lot of determination, and thanked the person in the painting: "Thank you so much, my benefactor!" After saying that, he immediately ran out of the study with Tuan Lang, who was crying softly.

While running on the road to the village, Li Erlang felt like he had escaped from a dream. Why could the paintings at home talk? Were you really not dreaming just now?

He looked at Tuan Lang in his arms. Tuan Lang's face was full of tears, his voice was hoarse, and he was whimpering and speechless.

The real feeling and warmth in his arms were real. It was only now that Li Erlang was convinced that what just happened was real.

Paintings really speak!