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

The county magistrate has made a decision about the banditry incident in Shangli Village, and the case can be closed as long as Masan is brought to justice. The other two thieves were sentenced to be beheaded in public. Because Aaron revealed the place where the grain was hidden, several families who had stolen it successfully recovered the grain. This ending was considered a near miss, and he was eventually exiled to the extreme southern sea. .

It is said that it is hot all year round, and people born there do not know what snow is. Half of the days of the year are spent fighting against bad weather. Many people even died due to a sudden heavy rainstorm.

When the verdict came back, the Li family had no objections, and the life of the head family gradually returned to peace. Different from the past, they were surprised to find that a big change had taken place in Xu Qing. She was gradually willing to deal with women in the village, and often went out with Li Aniang or Li Ainai. She became much more cheerful and no longer hid at home every day. Willing to go out.

Li Aniang couldn't help but ask her why, Xu Qing was so excited that tears filled her eyes: "That day I thought that if I couldn't prove my innocence, I would not hurt you, but you and Erlang and Sanlang still protected me like this. When I thought about Tuanlang, I can’t bear to leave you.”

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law hugged each other and comforted each other: "My husband always guided me to come out, but he never forced me to change. Since that day, I have understood that I can no longer be immersed in the past and refuse to look forward."

"Good boy..." Li Aniang looked moved, holding Xu Qing's shoulders: "Our family must go on peacefully."

On the day when Li Sanlang returned to the county, several women in the family took Tuan Lang with them to the county. Sanlang went to school. They planned to buy some things and began to prepare New Year's goods for the New Year.

It finally snowed, which is good news for farmers. Whether it is snow or rain, water falls on the ground, which is the water that moisturizes crops. The north has been looking forward to this precipitation for a long time.

In the county town, as long as it is not the busy farming season, various places are still very lively. Whether it is a spontaneous market or a shop on the street, it is bustling with people, and there is an endless stream of foreign businessmen who have settled here temporarily.

Shandan is a county under the rule of Ganzhou. It is located to the west of Ganzhou and is located on the trade road. It has naturally become an important military and trade center in Dali.

We set off early in the morning and arrived at the county town at noon. After conducting an inspection at the city gate, the donkey cart finally entered the county town.

The driver took Li Sanlang to the foot of Academy Mountain. After Li Sanlang said goodbye to his family, he climbed the mountain road alone carrying his baggage.

The academy is located on a low mountain not far from the city gate. The snow on the mountain road is covered with a thin layer and there are several footprints on it. It seems that someone has returned to the academy first.

On his feet he wore a pair of deerskin short boots with rabbit fur inside. The soles were made of Aunt Li's thick layer of linen and starched. The boots were padded with fur, which were not only waterproof but also cold-proof. There is also a pair of kneepads, so you won’t feel cold no matter how long you sit while studying.

Li Sanlang was covered in a thick cloak, lined with off-white fine cloth, with a layer of fur on the inside, and a set of hood and earmuffs. Standing in the wind, only his nose and cheeks were red, and there was nothing on his body. Leng, if you say he is a New Year painting boy, some people will believe him.

The academy is not big, and there are only three teachers to teach it. This also means that it cannot accept many students. Thirty or forty students are already the limit. No more teachers will be able to manage it. Two women are hired to clean and cook.

It was snowing in the sky, everyone else was staying in the dormitory, and the wind was blowing along the way. After a long time, the body still felt a little unbearable, so Li Sanlang went back to the dormitory to put his luggage first.

"Tokizawa!"

When Li Sanlang heard the sound, he turned around and saw that it was his classmate Du Yuan. "Shize" was the name given to him by his master. After all, the name "Changfu" seemed too market-oriented and lacked the aura of a scholar when he was called, so the master gave him the name "Shize" when he entered school.

In the academy, his master and classmates all called him "Li Shize".

"How is the farming at home?" Du Yuan is two years older than Li Sanlang. His family is a landowner who leases fields. He has known Li Sanlang for six years since he was a student in the county school.

"It's not bad. The snow is falling at the right time. Maybe there will be a good harvest in the wheat field at home next year." Thinking of this, Li Sanlang was in a good mood.

"That's good. How did you complete the homework assigned by Master? There are still some things we don't understand. Would you like Toki Ze to come over and discuss it with us?"

"Wait for me for a moment. I'll come after I put my luggage."

"it is good!"

As soon as they arrived at the school, everyone abandoned their distracting thoughts and concentrated on studying. Once they passed the Confucius' school exam, it was time to take the county exam. They had been preparing for this moment for a long time, and they could finally show off their talents!

At home, Li Aweng had drunk himself early and fell asleep on the kang. Li Erlang covered Aweng with a quilt, cleared the kang table, lifted the curtain and went out.

The dry and cold weather in the north makes people's cheeks hurt. When snow falls on the ground, it does not melt. Instead, it sticks to the ground one by one, accumulating thicker and thicker. The blue brick study room on the right side of the main house has a layer of snow on its roof. Now that Saburo is away, the doors and windows of the study are closed and no one comes.

Li Erlang couldn't help but feel melancholy: The immortal has not appeared for many days. Has he returned to heaven?

What he didn't know was that, from a certain level, Ji Qingyue was indeed in heaven.

A long time passed vaguely, and Ji Qingyue had a dream about what happened before he came to the painting.

As an engineering senior, I am either busy finishing projects or on the way to internship every day.

That day was no exception, I rushed to work in a hurry. I stayed up late the night before to catch up on the plan, and I didn't go to bed until dawn. I was still confused when the alarm went off. I seemed to be unable to wake up on the way to work, and my mind was full of chaos.

Fortunately, the school is right next to the High-tech Zone, and the company is in the High-tech Zone. It can be reached in ten minutes on foot, or even faster if you run.

The High-tech Zone was just completed in recent years. The scenery and infrastructure are well planned, and the atmosphere is great. It attracts many real estate developers to build houses outside the zone. Park Vegetable Market and Shopping Streets have emerged. There are often retired people on the roadside. Old men and women danced square dances and practiced musical instruments.

There was still plenty of time, so he waited patiently for the traffic light. When he looked up, he noticed a calligraphy stall across the street. Several old men gathered around a small table, pointing out their hands from time to time. A carefully framed ink painting hangs behind the old man running the stall. The distance was a bit far, and Ji Qingyue couldn't see clearly what was painted.

Just when his eyes were focused on the painting, Ji Qingyue felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate, and the black ink in the painting surged out as if alive, trying to pull him into the painting.

When he regained his consciousness for a moment, what he heard in his ears was no longer the sound of people talking and the sound of cars driving, but the sound of water, gurgling and gurgling.

Then amidst a burst of noise, he fell into a complete coma and fell into darkness. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in the painting.

Ji Qingyue opened his eyes suddenly. The bone-chilling chill had slowly invaded his body along his skin. He was so cold that his whole body ached.

What came into view was a dark sky, covered with dark clouds and sparse falling snow, which turned into a little dampness on his face.

He turned around and looked beside him, and found that on one side was a thatched cottage covered with a layer of white snow. He was lying on the open space in front of the thatched cottage, and his body was covered with a thin layer of snow residue.

Ji Qingyue stood up tremblingly, shook off the snow dregs on his body, and touched his clothes. The clothes were soaked with ice water and hung cold and heavy on his body.

He just felt so fucked up.

I don't know why I suddenly saw the previous scene. As expected, he had died suddenly. He was unexpectedly taken in by the painting, leaving a life.

We have our lives, but the living environment here is simply hellish!

Snowing! ! He was only wearing thin autumn clothes!

The more Ji Qing endured the pain, the first thing he did after struggling was to see his vegetable patch!

After just one glance, I was just feeling cold at first, but now I feel disheartened.

The vegetables he had worked so hard to grow were all destroyed. Some of them were crushed by the snow, and the ones exposed on the snow were withered and yellow.

Ji Qingyue came to the vegetable garden and breathed a sigh of relief after checking. The branches of the vegetables were indeed withered, but the radish, celery, leek and Chinese cabbage were all blooming, and the withered flowers were full of seeds!

He searched the vegetable field and found many shriveled eggplant and sunflower seed capsules.

In the excitement, Ji Qing sneezed harder and harder, and then realized that the most important thing now was to find a way to keep warm.

The bonfire that had been burning had long been extinguished!

Ji Qing shivered from the cold and felt that his heat was losing little by little.

Mr. Pei once said that no matter how cold it is, you should never wear wet clothes.

He could only take off his wet clothes and hang them up to dry.

It's really hard.

At this time, he only had a T-shirt and a pair of underwear on him.

Not caring too much, Ji Qingyue decided to seek foreign aid. He couldn't overcome this hurdle alone.

Who would have thought that the sky would change as soon as I woke up, without any transition at all.

He walked to the rickety plank bridge and reached out to touch it. The barrier was still there.

However, he noticed that the study room outside was quiet. If Li Sanlang was at home, he would definitely stay in the study room to study during the day, but now he is not. He probably went out. As for where he went, he guessed from what they said in the past that Li Sanlang should It's time to go back to school.

Not caring about being discovered by more people, Ji Qingyue knocked on the barrier as a courtesy and shouted: "Is there anyone outside? Li Erlang?"

One, two, and three seconds passed without anyone responding. In the next second, Li Erlang rushed in: "Immortal?"

Ji Qingyue couldn't see anything and was startled by the sudden approaching voice: "Yes, yes??"

Li Erlang was eager to get the truth: "Have you returned to heaven?"

What did Ji Qingyue say? From a physical perspective, he was indeed in the sky, but he didn't want to tell the truth outright, but if he didn't say it, he wouldn't be able to explain why there was no movement these days.

"Uh... I am indeed in heaven." Then he pretended to be profound: "I was trapped in the painting and accidentally broke out. Naturally, I received some punishment after I came back, so I haven't paid attention to you these days."

Li Erlang thought to himself: Sure enough, the immortal saved his sister-in-law. He knocked out the thieves and prevented them from stealing the food. The immortal saved their family again.

Ji Qingyue shivered from the cold and got down to business: "Erlang, is it snowing outside?"

"Yes." Li Erlang asked politely: "Is the immortal feeling cold?"

Ji Qingyue cried in his heart. He also wanted to be an unpredictable immortal who came and went without a trace, but the weather did not allow it. If it got colder, he would freeze into an ice sculpture. What immortal lives like he is trying to survive in the wild.

Only him!

"If possible, could you lend me your ignition tool?"

Li Erlang thought for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that Ji Qing was in a pitiful situation. Even a prisoner couldn't treat him like this! Not to mention the benefactor who had saved their family many times.

"Sage, please wait!"

Li Erlang ran back to the room and found the winter coat that his sister and his mother-in-law had made for him some time ago, a linen robe with collected animal hair in the interlayer, and a fur cloak, which he even wore at home. He rolled up the quilt and tied it up, then ran to the stove to get some remaining cakes, and took the flint from the stove. After searching, he hurried back to the study.

Ji Qingyue didn't expect that he could borrow all the bedding with a lighter, and he was so moved that he burst into tears. This kind of two-way response that good people are immediately rewarded, he immediately no longer felt aggrieved.

Li Erlang told him how to use flint, and Ji Qingyue immediately went back to experiment. This thing was indeed much more convenient than drilling wood to make fire.

Rub two pieces of flint against dry grass for many times, and the sparks produced will fall on the grass. Just blow the sparks carefully and burn them.

Rekindling the bonfire, Ji Qingyue warmed his body and waited until some of the moisture on his body dissipated before putting on his clothes. He did some research and found that the robe Li Erlang brought was somewhat similar to the long gown that appeared on TV. Overall, it was just a thickened version of the long gown.

He just put on his robe and cloak, and immediately felt his body warm up. The hem of the cloak reaches to the ankles, and sleeves are made at the position of the hands, so there is no need to lift the edge of the cloak when reaching out. The inner lining of the cloak is a layer of fur that does not cut any corners. It is soft and warm. Once wrapped, it can keep out most of the cold air.

Ji Qingyue returned to the wooden bridge: "Erlang, are you still there?"

Of course Li Erlang didn't leave: "I'm here."

"Return the flint to you, uh, I have one more request." After Ji Qingyue returned the flint to Li Erlang, he told Li Erlang the plan to make a bellows.

The matter of burning bricks to build a house cannot be postponed any longer.

Li Erlang suddenly realized: "Immortal, are you talking about the wind bag? Those of us who make iron use wind bags."

Ji Qingyue probably knew what a wind bag was. Its structure was probably a bag sewn with cowhide sandwiched between two wooden boards. Opening the wooden boards allowed air to enter the bag, and compressing the boards pressed the air in the bag out through a small opening.

However, wood boards are easy to find, but cowhide is difficult to obtain. Cows have been important tools for farming throughout the dynasties and cannot be killed at will. If you want to get cowhide and beef, you can only wait for the cow to become incurable or die of old age.

"The bellows I'm talking about doesn't use leather, it only needs wooden boards and chicken feathers. Can you give me paper and pen? I'll draw a drawing for you to see."

Li Erlang became more curious about the bellows that Ji Qingyue talked about. He took out paper and pen from the shelf in the study and put them into the painting. After a while, he got a crooked drawing with extremely uneven line thickness.

Although the painting is very rough, the structure of the bellows can still be seen clearly.

After seeing it clearly, he couldn't help but admire: "Immortal, this is really a wonderful object!"

Ji Qingyue explained the working principle of the bellows in detail and answered Li Erlang's doubts.

"I can't measure the specific dimensions inside. Leave it to a craftsman who can read pictures. They should be able to know the approximate size based on experience." Ji Qingyue was a little ashamed. The brush was a treasure that had been passed down for thousands of years, and he actually didn't even have a brush. The words are not written neatly.

Li Erlang responded readily: "I will go find the craftsmen in the village later! Let them make it as soon as possible!"

Ji Qingyue had another idea: "Erlang, if bellows are not popular here yet, you can sell the drawings to the craftsmen, and the money earned from the sale will be used as my expenses for keeping you here, and by the way, the seed money will be returned to Shiro."

This idea coincides with Li Erlang's, and he also thinks so. "What is the use of a bellows made by an immortal?"

It shouldn't be used for cooking.

"I want to burn bricks and build a house. I can still use thatched cottage in the summer, but now I can't. I can't avoid the wind or the rain."

Li Erlang was shocked when he heard that Ji Qingyue could bake bricks, and he felt more and more that Ji Qingyue was a very magical person. In his opinion, Ji Qingyue has basically zero life skills, but he knows many amazing skills and can explain some allusions and truths, but he does not understand farming...

This kind of integrated conflict is really puzzling, but it is also uniquely charming and makes people unable to take their eyes away.