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[Do you want to start learning the next skill? (You can keep the progress of the current task.)]

"Yes."

Almost without thinking, Ji Mo made a choice, and at the same time bowed his body and coughed, his lungs were like broken bellows, every time he coughed, he could hear the dull sound, which made his heart follow curl up.

Even the movement of coughing has become a whole-body movement. The parts of the whole body seem to maintain a delicate balance. When the vibration comes, there will be that discordant friction note, which makes people feel the sadness of aging .

In fact, he is not as old as he looks, but his health is too poor.

He took out the medicine bag in his pocket, took out a pill from it, and chewed it in his mouth. The pill was a little thick, and in some places he could feel the hardness of his tongue when he rubbed it against his tongue. Ji Mo went to pour a glass of cold water, and sat down. The cold water swallowed the medicine slowly, and the bitter taste was mixed with some indescribable earthy smell. After swallowing it completely, the aftertaste was dry and dry, which seemed to have a mint taste.

From the throat to the esophagus, and then directly to the lungs, it seems to feel a lot more comfortable all of a sudden, and the body is refreshed.

Ji Mo stretched his waist, moved his muscles and bones, and felt some stretch.

[I will leave the current world in a day, please handle your personal belongings properly, and it is forbidden to bring them with you.Heirs can be selected to inherit the current learning achievements.Due to low grades, the inheritance will be automatically downgraded, and works of the same level as the current work cannot be inherited. 】

"It is understandable to inherit the automatic downgrade, but it is not allowed to inherit works of the same level as the current work. Can I write another book?"

Ji Mo couldn't help complaining, this system is too rigid, and he doesn't even bother to change such a cliché, so, is it still ignorant?

Glancing at the countdown, Ji Mo opened the door. These medicine planters were all assigned to live in one area. There were several people in this courtyard alone. He was not the first one to go out. He has the habit of going to the ground all year round. If you are exposed to the sun at noon, you must finish what you should do early.

During the noon period, not only people should be avoided, but also herbs should be avoided. It is not suitable for watering and fertilizing at that time... I thought of these subconsciously in my mind. Ji Mo tapped his forehead lightly, and it was all done. Still thinking about these, really...

"Old Ji, are you going to the ground?"

"Yes, let's go together?"

Ji Mo went out with a few medicine planters. On the way, someone asked how his writing was going. Some people said that they watched him stay up all night, and when he got up in the middle of the night, the candle was lit, and everyone could see it outside.

"You can't do this at your old age!"

With the popularization of medical knowledge, they all know the benefits of health preservation, and they speak clearly and logically. They can even talk about what kind of medicine they use, which seems to be quite symptomatic on the surface.

Ji Mo seemed to be deeply involved in a health care product sales group, surrounded by discussions about the pros and cons of various medicines, from simple herbs to prescriptions, all of them had their own ideas, and all of them were quite reasonable.

These are the words I have heard before. I used to pay more attention to it. It’s not okay to die before the task is completed. Ji Mo still cherished his life at that time. Now, he smiled casually: "Don’t worry, I know it all. At my age, I just want to do something, if I can finish this book, it will be worth it.”

"Old Ji has ambition!"

"You can't say that, you should think about other things."

For the sake of fame, profit, and order, the medicine planters gathered here always have their own ideas. Ji Mo exchanged knowledge with them very harmoniously some time ago, but when it comes to these things, he doesn't like to meddle. Once, after the exam, I came out with a bit of sadness in my eyes, what else is there!

When they were first assigned to this residential area, they thought it was pretty good. The houses looked like they were worthy of a capital city, and they seemed to be superior to other places. There were soldiers guarding the periphery, and when they walked out one by one, there were soldiers following them, too. The meaning of the king's attention, now, is there any difference from a prison, what these people do is under the nose of others, and even the periphery of the medicine field is guarded by soldiers.

Isn't it the same as being held in custody?

When necessary, these soldiers will act as executioners and kill them all.

Escape, there is no way to escape.

Not to mention individual strength, but collective strength, so what?In the last world, Ji Mo also tried to let those people escape, but in the end, sheep are sheep everywhere, let alone sheep that are raised in captivity so that they don't know how to leap, they can only be slaughtered in the end.

This situation is more difficult now than in the last world. Surveillance is clear and obvious. If you want to escape, it's just a dream, and I don't know how Zijing did it.

For a day, Ji Mo watched the countdown, and went to his own field to look at the herbs, one by one, without stopping under the sun, sweating profusely, and then he went to look at the herbs in other people's fields, They were all planted by the medicine planters who he often communicated with during this period of time. The green plants look pleasing to the eye.

Ji Mo stood by the edge of the field, looking at it carefully. When he saw a plant, his face was filled with emotion. He was not the oldest among the herbalists, but he was the oldest. Seeing him In this way, someone cared and asked him what he saw.

"Very good, all very good."

Ji Mo replied with a smile, after all, he still doesn't have Master Ji Sang's eyesight, and he hasn't promoted any herb in this life, even if it is a kind of herb, and he hasn't made any eye-catching works, "Medical Plant Master" A book is always a summary of the predecessors, not to mention how innovative it is, and it is pretended to be a work, but it is also because it is difficult for the medicine planter to quantify and assess.

In fact, there is no method of examination, such as setting a time for planting herbs, and then looking at the condition of the herbs after a few years, only clarifying the various operations in the middle, defaulting to the necessary conditions, and then saving them based on the growth of the herbs and their efficacy It depends on whether the medicine planter is competent.

This is also the possible examination method that Ji Mo thought about before. Who would have expected that it would be the same as before, even the rigid word "work" has never been changed, which highlights the rigidity of the system and also makes Ji Mo Mo felt a little regretful. Whether his ability was good or bad, he actually wanted to see it very much.

It seems that I have learned knowledge for many years, and I have been tackling various difficult and big questions. When I read the test papers, I can see how it is so simple. The feeling of loss is probably the same.

To put it bluntly, it’s also a conflict between people’s hearts. Before the exam, I wished that the simpler the better, but I always grasped the difficult problems. After the exam, I hated that it was too simple. I didn’t meet any of the memory problems, and I couldn’t reflect my level at all. At the level, you can't pull away the grades.The same ninety points is no different from sixty points, but sixty points seems to be lower.

Under this state of mind, when I came back late, I ran into Zijing. In fact, Ji Mo was waiting for Zijing on purpose. The other party's yard was next to him, and he could wait for someone at the intersection.

"Old Ji?" Zijing is also one who goes out early and returns late. Obviously, the ginseng he grows does not require much hard work. Everyone knows that ginseng for a year or two will not meet the king's requirements, but he is always diligent, and sometimes he can't see it. When it comes to people, it is also regarded as carrying water or making fertilizer.

The smell of fertilizer, even those who are in frequent contact with them, is not good to say that it smells good without conscience. Anyone who is infected with such a smell needs to put some distance away.

Even at this moment, when Zijing came back with a smell on his body, it was enough to make people retreat a little. Few people go up to disturb him at this time and delay the other party's washing.

"Zijing, my book is finished, and I need you to read it and give me some advice." Ji Mo handed the book to Zijing's hand. The distance between a book and one end is wrinkled like a dead tree bark. It is a hand with spots, and one end is a hand that reminds people of a gentleman like jade even if there is a callus. If it is not for the dim light, I am afraid that it will make people feel ashamed for no reason.

"Mr. Ji is talented, how dare I give advice?" Zijing was surprised, but also a little flattered. He took the book with both hands, and the not-so-thick book seemed to be much heavier in an instant.

Ji Mo waved his hand and said: "No need to be like this, your talent must be higher than mine, just take a look, if there are any mistakes, please correct them - this book is my heart, although there are many deficiencies, I still hope that it can To inspire people, to pass on a little..."

The future things that have been seen cannot be changed, but he always wants to let people know this intention. Ji Mo said a few more words for a while, recovered, and hurriedly said: "Look at me, I am getting old and getting older. Nagging, you are talking so much nonsense, it's hard for you to listen, go back quickly."

"Ji Lao's words, Zijing will remember."

Zijing said solemnly: "If I can gain the trust of Ji Lao, I will study hard."

Ji Mo nodded, and said: "Go back, go back, it's getting late, it's time to go back."

The evening breeze is slightly cool, which is to urge people to return, not to stand in the wind for a long time.

Zijing's pupils shrank slightly. Is this "it's time to return" a hint?It was hard not to be suspicious of what he was thinking in the center, and looking at Ji Mo again, the other party had already turned and left, as usual.

When the countdown counted down to zero, Ji Mo was already lying on the bed. He changed into neat clothes and deliberately threw off the soil stained on the shoes. Unfortunately, there were no new ones for this pair of shoes.

Lying flat on the bed, looking at the candles still burning on the table, Ji Mo thought to himself, let's waste this time, he has already told the person who got up in the middle of the night yesterday, if he sees that he is not asleep, and Remind him, in this way, the other party should be able to find his body early. If the body is released at night, maybe he can escape?

Large-scale propaganda and agitation have no chance of success. Maybe it will lead to stricter supervision and worse treatment. It would be best if they can let them leave without knowing it. Unfortunately, not everyone will listen to the persuasion. How many people never thought of danger before?

He can only do this step.Ji Mo thought to himself, I am a small person after all, I can't do anything big, if I can save a person to leave, that would be great, if not, it's just a long sigh and we won't see each other again.

It comes like cold dew condensing beads, and goes like frost and fog, leaving no traces with the world. The days and nights are short, and I only look forward to the late spring in my life.