The Dream of Rebirth

Seeing Shen Cong's movements, Meng Jiang suddenly smiled, "Brother, you have been in seclusion for many days, and the use of exercises has become more and more practical. Have you been waiting for a long time for a big meal?"

Shen Cong glared at Meng Jiang silently, and Meng Jiang turned away quickly with a smile.

In addition to the good use of Jin Lingqi, under Bai Yu's practice these days, Meng Jiang's fire spirit is more proficient in using it, grilling, frying and stewing. Not long after, several big meals have been placed on Shen Congning's plate.

Oil-soaked chicken, braised mutton, eight-treasure duck, salt-baked shrimp, steamed crab, and a few side dishes of fresh seasonal vegetables, and a bowl of wild mushroom soup in the middle, this meal can be regarded as a complete meal.

If it was outside, Meng Jiang really wouldn't dare to do this.Because the sales had already stopped, and there were so many things to do, and they came to the superpower base later, there was no time to pick them, so they had to let these fruits and vegetables stay in the branches and fields.But I didn't expect that because of this, the ingredients in these spaces became more and more aura, more delicious and nutritious, and even Shen Cong, who had dismissed it before, was thinking about it.

As far as Shen Cong said, the spiritual energy contained in these animals and plants can already be regarded as low-level spiritual things.

In this way, these things cannot be taken out. Originally, having a supernatural ability is enough to be eye-catching, and in addition, the flying ability is still rare to the national treasure level.If the spirit-level vegetables and fruits are taken out, causing others to suspect, and then exposing the space, then I really don't know how to die so as to be happy.

In fact, if you want to sell again, you just need to pull up the current ones and replant them.It's just that Meng Jiang, who was scolded by Shen Cong for understanding, no longer does these things that put the cart before the horse.Looking at the large amount of things piled up in the space, Fei Fan Luo Luo Meng Jiang could only smile wryly.

I don’t know if it’s because Meng Jiang hasn’t entered the space for a long time, or if the current vegetables and fruits suit Shen Cong’s taste. It turns out that Meng Jiang has to prepare the dishes to please Shen Cong. Now there is no need for Meng Jiang. Say a word.

If it wasn't for the fact that the person in front of him was too immoral, and his appearance was too elegant, just the way he looked now would scare away a lot of people.

With the chicken leg in his left hand and the crab in his right hand, Shen Cong ate very quickly.

Meng Jiang also knocked open a crab, looked at Shen Cong and sighed inwardly.Eating so fast, why can it be so elegant and pleasing to the eye!

When Meng Jiang finally finished eating the crab in his hand, the table was already in a mess.Except for those vegetarian dishes that moved their chopsticks a little, the meat dishes on the table have basically bottomed out.And the person who swept through all of this was gracefully pouring himself a cup of psychic liquid and slowly tasting it.

"I am full?"

"……I am full……"

Meng Jiang dropped the crab shell in his hand and also poured a cup of psychic liquid.The spiritual liquid is cold in the mouth, and has a special taste, which tastes a little like fruit wine.With a heartbeat, I began to ponder slowly.

Meng Jiang's spiritual consciousness is getting stronger and stronger now, and the aura in the space, as well as the time difference with the outside world, make his cultivation much easier.

Without relying on Shen Cong, he was able to manipulate the space between consciousness transitions, and the space was expanding bit by bit with his cultivation.

At present, visually, there are at least a thousand acres of land being reclaimed in the space. These lands are not only used for growing vegetables, but vegetables are less than one-third of the area, and most of them are food.

These grains and vegetables, as well as fish, shrimp and crabs in the rivers and seas, could not be digested by relying on Meng's private kitchen.Later, even if Zhang Ming kept selling, he still accumulated a lot.After all, wild fish, shrimp, and green vegetables are still very precious in today's society, and it is impossible to sell them at a low price.And if there are too many things out, it will be worthless, and it will cause unnecessary troubles.Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty.

Under Meng Jiang's instruction, Zhang Ming opened a small supermarket, selling high-end products under the banner of pure green food.

But as a series of things happened, all external sales stopped, and these low-level fruits and vegetables gradually contained a certain amount of aura. Although they could only be regarded as low-level spiritual things, the taste was much stronger than the taste outside. This is even more impossible to shoot.

Meng Jiang looked at the large amount of food piled up in one corner of the space, and felt that it was a bit wasteful.These rice and sorghum taste much better than the outside. If they can be used, it will be a multi-purpose thing.

Drinking the spirit liquid brewed by Shen Cong in his mouth, Meng Jiang's mind was on this.

Shen Cong saw Meng Jiang drinking the spiritual liquid and looking at the food in a daze, and he understood the other party's thoughts in an instant, and chuckled lightly: "If you think you are wasting food, brew it!"

"Brewing wine is a good idea!" Meng Jiang's eyes lit up. "I was thinking about...hehe..."

Shen Cong wondered if he was talking too much, this kid looked like a little drunk.But looking at these things piled up, Shen Cong was also an eyesore.When the spiritual energy in the space was not exhausted by him, what he ate and used every day was the spiritual fruit fairy grass that contained extremely strong spiritual energy.These grains and vegetables with only a faint aura are like garbage to him.Although it has evolved into a low-level spiritual creature now, it is still far inferior to the original life.

But if it can be brewed into wine, it will be different.After all, he hasn't drank for a long time, so who cares if the spiritual energy is enough or not.After all, the spiritual liquid is only a substitute, it can only be regarded as a drink.

"Brew it if you want, I know a few recipes, and you follow me to learn." The recipes that Shen Cong knew were either ancient recipes or fairy recipes.

But Meng Jiang is not rare.In his impression, many recipes for wine making can be found on the Internet.Today is an information age, and there is nothing that cannot be found.Thinking of this, Meng Jiang suddenly smiled, "Brother, since we are making wine together, why don't we just gamble?"

"What to bet? How to bet?" Shen Cong was also idle and bored, and was quite interested after hearing it.

"We choose the ingredients in the space and use our own methods to make wine. In the end, let's see who makes more varieties and who makes better wines. How about it?"

"Success!" Shen Cong agreed after a moment of thought.This is indeed interesting, and growing wine in the space can also allow Meng Jiang to practice his spiritual consciousness by the way, and save him from shouting about being bored every day when he is practicing.

Meng Jiang went out of the space to search for all the wine making recipes he could find.Even some remote and strange prescriptions were not spared.

After working in the space for a long time, he brewed all the recipes that could be brewed in a few vats, and Meng Jiang left the space.

This time I stayed in the space for a long time, and when I came out once in the middle, it was already dark outside.It's probably dark out now.

When I got out of the space, I found that, as expected, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.In order not to make people suspicious, he deliberately went hungry for a few meals in the space, so as not to let people see his flaws when he was too full.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Meng Jiang went downstairs, habitually scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense, and suddenly noticed something was wrong.

When he was in the space, the spiritual consciousness left behind was too weak, maybe even Meng Jiang himself ignored it, but now Meng Jiang has discovered it.In the room diagonally opposite, someone seemed to be watching him.

Meng Jiang couldn't help but frown slightly in this unsightly way. Who is watching him?

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As the captain of the first frontier defense team, Zhu Feng was under a lot of pressure.More and more comrades were lost, but he was helpless.And the demons sent letters of war frequently, provoking him to fight, but he could only hold back.Without the assurance of victory, if you go out, you will be captured, and then you will be humiliated.

"Ahhh..." A strong warrior was firmly trapped on a special chair with his legs spread wide.And the clothes below have long since disappeared.A tall demon clan is moving in and out of that shameful and mysterious place.The screams of soldiers can be heard endlessly.