Violent Cultivation of Immortals through time travel

Early the next morning, Yun Mingyuan took out the ores he bought. Most of these stones were trash in the eyes of cultivators, but they were very familiar to Yun Mingyuan.

When he was in Interstellar, he could remember the functions and formulas of all the ores he had discovered, and he had dabbled in the knowledge of mechs, potions, spiritual power and other aspects. Although there were not many public parts, almost all of them could attract Huge change.

Otherwise, it is impossible for the Abyss Research Institute to have such a status.

Many metals in this world are very strange to him.

He selected several familiar ones, and after analyzing them, his fingers fluttered, and a small and exquisite one, only the size of a palm, appeared in his hand... an automatic seeder.

Because he didn't find a suitable energy source, he used a wind-up mechanical control. The effect was not very good, and he couldn't accurately control the distance of planting, but it was half the success if he could do it.

It is not an easy task to explore with the help of memory and experience, and Yun Mingyuan now misses Mac a little bit.

Although chatty, Mac is indeed a rare AI assistant.

It may take a lot of time to create an AI assistant like a Mac in this world.

Yun Mingyuan noticed the thought flashing through his mind, he paused, and quickly threw the thought out of his mind, and continued to restore some small things that were almost blurred in his memory.

When Han Xiumo found Yun Mingyuan in the backyard, the first thing he noticed was the dirt-filled table in front of Yun Mingyuan.

"What are you doing? Playing house and remembering your childhood?" He was a little curious.

Yun Mingyuan turned to look at him: "What is playing house?"

"You don't even know how to play? How did you grow up when you were a child?" Han Xiumo felt incredible.

Yun Mingyuan didn't shy away from this question, and replied in a calm tone: "I lived alone when I was young, so I'm really not very familiar with these things."

Han Xiumo stuck for a moment, regret flashed by, he walked up to Yun Mingyuan, apologetic: "I'm sorry, I don't know..."

"It doesn't matter, we are husband and wife now, and we should get to know each other." Yun Mingyuan thought for a while and added, "If you want to know anything, you can ask me directly."

Han Xiumo smiled, pointed to the three small machines that were moving in the pile of dirt on the table, and asked, "What is this?"

"The three machines I made just now, the automatic seeder," he pointed to the machine that was digging holes in the soil, sprinkled small vegetable seeds, and then turned the soil back to cover it, and then pointed to the one behind that was diligently watering , "This is an automatic sprinkler. In this way, it will save a lot of trouble when farming."

"What about this?" Han Xiumo picked up the small machine that was parked in the corner and put it in the palm of his hand, studied it over and over again, but couldn't find any mystery, "What is this?"

"This is an automatic harvester. After the seeds mature, the automatic harvester can directly harvest the mature crops, which will save a lot of trouble."

"So these things are all made for farming?" Han Xiumo also planted the land for a long time when he was a child. Although he did not continue to farm after leaving Pingyun City in his previous life, he still has a deep understanding of the hardships of farming. Naturally I also know how helpful these three things will be to those farmers who are farming if they are really useful.

Yun Mingyuan nodded and replied: "Yes, apart from the space in the yard, we also have a manor outside. We can't just plant nothing in it, but it's impossible for me to do it alone, so do something. Machines can help."

It was only then that Han Xiumo remembered that apart from the one-third acre of land in the yard, they actually had a manor.

It must be because he doesn't go out very often, and he has forgotten that the surrounding area is their territory.

"Uh, I forgot if you didn't tell me." Han Xiumo didn't quite understand, "I think the crops produced in the yard are more than enough for the two of us, so there's no need to grow more?"

"We are so poor now, it is necessary to save more money." Yun Mingyuan answered his question, and suddenly said, "There is another reason. I want to learn more about this world, including the cultivation system. local financial support."

Most of the resources in this world, once related to cultivators, are problems that can be solved with jade, gold and silver. He needs some spiritual beads...or maybe a lot of spiritual beads.

"Make money..." Han Xiumo thought thoughtfully, "I'm not very good at this."

In his previous life, he learned to practice medicine, gossip and cook... But there are not many serious money-making skills.

"Don't worry," Yun Mingyuan looked down and didn't notice Han Xiumo who was lying on the muddy table, raised his hand and rubbed his hair, "I will do this, I will take care of you in the future .”

Han Xiumo: "..."

Although he seems to have received the promise of long-term sex, he doesn't seem very happy, and he still feels a little uncomfortable in his heart for no reason. What's going on?

Unable to understand his thoughts, Han Xiumo chose to change the subject: "Are these little things just models?"

"Yes, there are still a few materials that can be improved. In a few days, I should be able to make a machine that is more suitable for the surrounding land conditions." Yun Mingyuan has this confidence.

Han Xiumo suddenly thought of something: "Are all the things you made in your original world?"

"Yeah." Yun Mingyuan lowered his eyelids. To be precise, it was a magnificent inheritance born from the colorful and splendid ancient culture in the history of that world.

"Have you ever thought that you are now in a world of comprehension?" Han Xiumo blinked and looked at Yun Mingyuan with a bit of curiosity and innocence in his expression, "Sowing seeds, sprinkling water, and reaping are all things for monks. Things that can be accomplished with a single spell.”

Yun Mingyuan was a little surprised this time: "Can a monk do this?"

"Of course." For monks, farming and so on is a child's science, and it can be done by hand. However, there are very few real practitioners who are willing to farm.

"Does that mean that every monk will plant it by himself?" Yun Mingyuan said calmly.

"How is that possible?" Han Xiumo snorted, "Many people feel that they are superior after cultivation, so how could they condescend to farm land?"

Those aristocratic families who made their fortunes by planting spiritual plants will not grow simple spiritual plants that can be planted in batches. The children in those families are all proud of being able to get the family inheritance.

"That's it. Since not every cultivator chooses to farm, the resources they need must be planted by someone," Yun Mingyuan said in a calm tone, "For example, the Qingyun grass planted in Tianda Village."

Han Xiumo was thoughtful: "So... there is still a market for these machines?"

Yun Mingyuan was silent for a moment: "There should be." But he just wanted to save some trouble.

Han Xiumo calculated with his fingers: "There are a lot of villages in Pingyun City, and mortals who can't cultivate have to rely on the land to live. They can be regarded as a huge market, and some families already have countless It is impossible to completely rely on cultivators to plant spiritual fields... Generally speaking, the prospects of these three machines are still very broad, is it complicated to make these things?"

Yun Mingyuan made the small model in less than half a day, it shouldn't be very difficult...

But now he still hasn't figured out the details of Yun Mingyuan, and he doesn't know what his real level is.

"If I say something very complicated, what are you going to do?" Yun Mingyuan sometimes feels that Han Xiumo has a world-weary mood, but occasionally netizens find that his performance is just indifferent to everything around him, and sometimes he will suddenly see something in his eyes. With a subtle sparkle, it's witty and...fun.

"Of course we make one for our own use, so that others "accidentally" find out that we have such a good thing, and come to buy it with a lot of money!" Of course, these people need those rich people with thousands of hectares of fertile land and countless spiritual fields. .

"Then what if it's not complicated?" Yun Mingyuan looked down at Han Xiumo.

"Tsk!" Han Xiumo gave him a blank look, "Then why do you need to ask? Of course, we should make more and sell it directly! As long as it is such a good thing, no farmer will refuse it!"

He had farmed in the past, so of course he knew what farmers valued most, and he also felt that it was good to have such a good thing and be able to share it with most people.

Yun Mingyuan looked at him fixedly: "Is that so..."

"Otherwise?" Han Xiumo blinked.

"Then it's not complicated, it's actually not the best," Yun Mingyuan couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to pinch Han Xiumo's face covered in dirt, "If I can find improvement materials, I should be able to make something better." Useful."

Han Xiumo reacted belatedly, his eyes widened: "Are your hands stained with mud?"

Yun Mingyuan: "...Didn't you realize that your jaw was on the table just now?"

Han Xiumo reacted for a moment, trying to understand what Yun Mingyuan meant, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "You just looked at me like this and didn't remind me? You still pinched my face?"

If it wasn't intentional, wouldn't you even believe in the way of heaven?

"You did it on purpose!" Han Xiumo was a little annoyed, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He quietly reached out and touched the dirt on the table. Taking advantage of Yun Mingyuan's defenselessness, he touched Yun Mingyuan's face.

Huh?

Feel good?

Yun Mingyuan was unprepared, his face was smeared with mud, and it seemed that someone had touched his face. He blinked and couldn't react for a while.

In the past, he didn't have any close friends, and he was once envious of seeing friends who were close to each other fight and squabble occasionally.

But he had never had such an experience.

So much so that Han Xiumo's action of wiping the dirt on his face was to him...somewhat out of the ordinary, so that he froze on the spot, not knowing how to react.

Author gossip: Han Xiumo: Hello?Are you stupid?

Yun Mingyuan: It seems a little bit.

Han Xiumo: Then should we go to the doctor first or ask Zhizhi as usual?

Yun Mingyuan: Please beg Zhizhi, she won't die if she gets sick later.

Han Xiumo:! ! !Need money but not life! Needle does not poke!