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

After going down the mountain, as long as the weather was good, Ji Qingyue would carry an iron axe and chop down trees in the pine forest near the stone slope in preparation for building the steps.

After chopping trees for more than ten days, Ji Qingyue had already cut down hundreds of pine trees.

He chopped off all the branches on the side of the trunk and piled them aside, then cut the trunks of uniform thickness into shoulder-width lengths and piled them at the foot of the rocky slope.

Although the sky was a little cloudy today, at least it didn't snow. Ji Qingyue came out and chopped trees for half a day.

During the break, Ji Qingyue looked up at the sky, and gradually he realized clearly that the weather here was not as bad as in the mountains.

There was only one snowfall in the past ten days, and the amount of snow was far less than the first snow in early winter in Shandan. After experiencing the heavy snow that engulfed the sky and the earth in Shandan, Ji Qingyue suddenly encountered such mild snow. It was a rare opportunity for him to play in the snow for a while.

This means that the secret room is located at a lower latitude than Shandan.

Not only was there not a lot of snow, but the temperature didn't seem to be that extremely cold either.

Now he can go out for longer periods of time, which is good, but every time he goes out he has to climb to the top of a mountain several hundred meters high, which is very troublesome even if the stairs are repaired.

As a result, it will be very difficult to carry a bag of rice or a basket of vegetables up the mountain in the future, and you will never be able to carry heavy objects out again.

Well, don’t think too much about it now, let’s just fix the stairs first.

As the days passed, the first thing Ji Qingyue did when he went out every day was to cut a hole in the wooden pole at the door.

One stick represents a month, and now there are four sticks standing at the door.

There were five "正" characters drawn on the first stick, and the last one was missing one stroke.

We were cut off from the outside world on the sixth day of the first lunar month, and it was only the second month after the twenty-fourth day.

The second and third sticks were engraved with six complete "正" characters, but the fourth one only had three. Today, Ji Qingyue used a knife to cut a new line on the wooden pole.

A full hundred days.

He hadn't spoken to anyone for a hundred days.

With the stone and soil slope as the foundation, it only needs to lay wooden boards and pile stones on the stone and soil foundation, saving most of the work. For more than three months, except for occasionally spending a little time tending to the crops in the field, Ji Qingyue was busy paving the steps most of the time. Just yesterday, he finally built a staircase that can accommodate one person to reach the top of the mountain.

The snow in winter has long melted away without a trace, only to return next year, with large areas of green replacing the white snow in the painting.

In addition to the evergreen pine trees, there are also endless green reeds growing in the swamp on the other side of the stream.

Losing the barrier of the stream posed another kind of trouble for Ji Qingyue. Most of the fish and shrimps raised in the stream had escaped into the swamp and disappeared. Fortunately, the ducks and geese were well-trained and knew how to find their way home. They could be put into the water in the morning and allowed to frolic freely. In the evening, when they were tired of playing, they would swim back to the shore on their own, combing their feathers while waiting for their owners to take them back to the cage.

In the secret room during the first month of the year, Ji Qingyue had planned to wait only three months, and after three months he would no longer sit and wait for death. However, after trying, he found that it was simply a fantasy to chisel open the stone door.

In order to measure the thickness of the stone gate, he took out a bamboo stick, taking only the green part, roasted one end of the bamboo skin over fire, bent it a little, then came to the stone gate and slowly inserted the bent end into the crevice of the stone.

If the bamboo skin reaches the end of the stone slab, the small bent piece of bamboo will bounce up, and it will be very difficult to pull it back.

Ji Qingyue slowly inserted the thin bamboo skin into the crack of the stone door, pulling it at any time to test whether the bamboo strip was stuck.

He continued to push the bamboo skin forward, and when he pulled it back a little, he immediately felt resistance, as if the bamboo skin had bounced up and hooked the stone door. Ji Qingyue then noted the length left outside, and then pulled hard to pull the bamboo back.

When Ji Qingyue saw the length of the bamboo stick inserted into the gap, he suddenly felt hopeless.

The stone door was as thick as an adult's forearm. With the tools in his hands, it was impossible to chisel through the solid granite door.

If we can't break the stone door, then there is only one way left, which is to wait for an outsider to enter the secret room and take the painting out.

Is there any way to get someone to take away a painting that has been discarded carelessly?

If a thief or robber breaks in, he will definitely be attracted by the treasures worth a fortune scattered all over the secret room, so why would he even look at the paintings on the floor? If it is the owner of the secret room who comes in, how can he attract attention without being suspected?

After thinking for a long time and another month passed, I still couldn't think of a solution that would satisfy both parties.

In mid-May, the temperature gradually warms up. Except for the morning and evening when it is still a little chilly, you only need to wear a short-sleeved shirt the rest of the time.

After extinguishing the kang fire that had been burning for a whole winter, Ji Qingyue moved from the first floor to the second floor. He placed his bamboo bed under a glazed window. As long as it didn't rain, the glazed window would be open morning and night. In this way, what woke him up every day was not only the chickens in the chicken coop, but also the first rays of sunshine in the early morning.

Today, Ji Qingyue still slept until the sun was shining on his butt before getting up. After washing up, he slowly walked to the brick house and let out the livestock that had been cooped up for the whole morning.

The livestock that regained their freedom each rushed to their own destinations. The chickens ran to the harvested wheat fields to forage for food, and the ducks and geese flapped their wings and ran to the stream.

Ji Qingyue led the sheep out, tied a rope long enough to a pine tree, and let them find food on their own.

After watering the vegetable garden and taking care of other things, it is time for breakfast.

Just when he thought that today would be the same as usual, he suddenly heard some noise coming from the direction of the top of the mountain.

Ji Qingyue immediately stood still and pricked up his ears to carefully distinguish whether the noise was the wind or some other sound.

"boom--"

"Boom-"

"Hurry up..."

It's the sound of people talking!!

The moment he heard it clearly, Ji Qingyue's eyes widened instantly. He didn't care that he was still holding the vegetables he had just picked from the vegetable field. He raised his hand to the sky, and the vegetable basket was thrown behind his head. He had already run several meters towards the foot of the mountain.

Wait for me!!

Ji Qingyue tried his best to climb up the stairs.

Perhaps because of the height of the mountain and the distance, the sounds coming and going outside were not very clear, and I could only hear that there was more than one person.

"Sister Rabbit..."

Ji Qingyue was stunned for a second when he suddenly heard the familiar name, but then he immediately came to his senses and focused all his attention on climbing the stairs.

It’s a pity that the visitor did not stay in the secret room for a long time, perhaps less than half an hour, or perhaps just a blink of an eye. The time was so short that Ji Qingyue only climbed less than a hundred meters before there was no more sound from outside.

do not go! !

Without stopping to rest, Ji Qingyue rushed into the barrier after reaching the top of the mountain. The secret room was pitch black, and there was no other sound except his heavy breathing, as if everything he had just heard was just his imagination.

He walked quickly along the treasure box in the dark to the stone gate, put his hands on the stone gate and felt the cracks in the rock wall.

No matter how hard they pushed, the stone door remained motionless.

Even if I pressed tightly against the stone door, I could not hear any movement outside.

With his hopes dashed, Ji Qingyue's emotions collapsed in an instant.

He turned his back, slid down the rock wall and sat on the ground, holding his head and sobbing softly.

In three years, his hair had grown long enough to cover his back. He tried to cut it short several times, but was stopped by Li Erlang.

He was so anxious while climbing the mountain that he didn't notice when his hair tie had loosened. Now his loose hair was falling from his shoulders, shrouding him in a sense of depression.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Qingyue was awakened by a chill.

The temperature inside the secret room is kept within a small range all year round. You will feel warm if you wear a coat in winter, but you will feel unbearable if you wear a T-shirt in summer.

The invasion of cold air pulled him back to reality while also preventing the negative emotions from spreading further. Ji Qingyue patted his face to wake himself up completely, brushing away the remaining uneasiness in his mind, and then rubbed his arms to warm himself up.

He stood up with all his strength and followed the treasure chest back to the center of the secret room.

Then, he took out a tinderbox from the nearest treasure chest, which was a spare fire placed in the secret room in case of emergency.

Blowing out the fire stick to light an oil lamp, Ji Qingyue began to observe the changes in the secret room.

He only walked carefully through every corner of the secret room when he came in for the first time, and of course he couldn't avoid leaving traces such as footprints. But now, these traces were covered with more messy traces, and it was obvious that more than one person entered the secret room.

After searching, Ji Qingyue got the answer he wanted.

The man took several boxes from the treasure chest, but unfortunately he no longer remembered what was in the boxes.

However, he didn't care what the visitor took away, but he cared about the visitor's identity.

Rabbit wheel?

Such a familiar name...

Isn't that the maidservant beside Miss Lu? !

Ji Qingyue looked around the entire space with sudden realization. It turned out that this secret room was in the Lu family! !

After knowing this information, Ji Qingyue immediately came up with an idea and immediately blew out the oil lamp and returned to the painting.

Although he rescued Lu Lu in Shandan, they had never seen each other, so naturally they could not be close friends. But even so, he was still very happy to hear a familiar name in this situation.

In the blink of an eye, lunch time had long passed. Ji Qingyue ignored his hunger and ran back to his room to take out the canvas bag from the cupboard.

The canvas bag was waterproof, and it contained not only documents such as land deeds and household registration papers, but also the things that Lu Lu had given him.

A letter and a broken golden phoenix tail.

No matter who it is, as long as they see this letter and the phoenix tail, they will know that it belongs to Lu Lu. Whether it is given to Lu Shu or Lu Lu, it will be a way to escape from the secret room.

Thinking of this, Ji Qingyue could no longer suppress his anxiety. He put the envelope and the token back into the inner pocket, then put some dry food and water into the bag, and then set off towards the foot of the mountain again.

After this time, no one knows when someone will enter the secret room again, so this matter should be dealt with as soon as possible.

Climbing a mountain twice in one day was something Ji Qingyue would never have dared to think about in the past. His physical fitness has improved several levels compared to before.

But it is really inconvenient.

Every time I want to go out, it takes two or three hours to climb to the top of the mountain. It is even more difficult if I have to carry weight.

The idea of ​​building a house on the top of the mountain gradually emerged in Ji Qingyue's mind.

Of course, it is not a permanent residence, but a warehouse for storing things.

It would be impossible to buy vegetables from now on. After thinking about it, Ji Qingyue felt that the only things he could sell were seeds.

Unlike fruits and vegetables that rely on freshness, seeds can be kept for a very long time if stored properly.

Whenever you have time, you can carry the extra seeds to the warehouse on the top of the mountain and store them. That way, when you want to take them out later, you don’t have to rush up from the bottom of the mountain.

After the storehouse is built, see if you can find some kind of tool to transport heavy objects from the bottom of the mountain to the top.

Ji Qingyue was climbing the stairs while thinking about his future plans. In a flash, he reached the top of the mountain. When he was not in a hurry, he felt that time passed very quickly.

Returning to the secret room, Ji Qingyue ran straight to the stone gate holding the painting and the oil lamp after landing.

He turned his back to the stone door and imitated an outsider entering the secret room, constantly observing and testing which position was the most conspicuous.

After many tests, Ji Qingyue finally chose the first row of treasure cabinets located next to the middle aisle.

He unfolded the scroll and hung it on the treasure box facing the stone gate. Then he sewed the envelope on the silk cloth outside the painting paper with needle and thread, and strung the token with cloth strips and hung it on the painting rope.

In this way, when outsiders enter the secret room, they will see the unfolded scroll at first sight. Light must be drawn in from the outside, and as long as there is light, the golden phoenix tail and the large gems inlaid on it will be very dazzling and grab all the attention of the visitors.

As long as the person focuses on the letter and takes the painting out, no matter where, as long as he leaves the secret room, Ji Qingyue's goal will be achieved.

After doing all this, he looked at the scroll and let out a breath, with a hint of anticipation in his heart.

After staying in the secret room for a while, Ji Qingyue returned to the painting and continued his days of isolation from the world.

Time flies, and it has been three months since the last visitor to the secret room.

Summer is over and fall is quietly approaching.

In eight months, Ji Qingyue's heart had been smoothed out and calm.

The life in the painting is unchanging and the things to do every day are all the same.

On this day, Ji Qingyue harvested a crop of rice and poured it out to dry on the open space behind the old brick house.

Because the planting cycle is short, only the amount needed for consumption and cultivation is left after drying, and the rest is transported up the mountain.

In addition to staple food seeds, there are also many other crop seeds. As long as Ji Qingyue has time, he will carry some to the mountain every day, just as a form of physical exercise.

The wooden house on the top of the mountain is not big. Except for the main frame which is made of wood, the house and walls are made of bamboo.

Bamboo grows very fast, spreading around in large tracts. Not only does it produce many bamboo shoots, it is also a very useful building material.

Ji Qingyue chopped the bamboo and left it there to dry. After the moisture evaporated, he cut it to the required length. After it was properly processed, he carried it up the mountain.

While building the house, he kept thinking about what kind of transport tools could solve the transportation problem.

In the end, I racked my brains to think of a single answer, but still couldn't come up with one.

For thousands of years, when there was no powered machinery, human transportation was the best mode of transportation.

Manpower?

As long as it is a living creature that can carry things, it will be fine?

One morning, Ji Qingyue was staring at the five goats in the sheepfold in a daze.

It’s you!

When I think about how he wholeheartedly raises these sheep, not eating their meat, not drinking their milk, not plucking their wool, and feeding them well and nourishing them every day, it seems like such a loss.

From then on, whenever Ji Qingyue went up the mountain, he would be followed by five sheep carrying things.

He connected five sheep with a rope and hung fresh grass or fruit in front of the lead sheep. As long as the lead sheep moved forward, the sheep behind it would follow its pace.

Goats are worthy of being goats. They are really good at climbing mountains. Even if they are carrying more than ten or twenty kilograms of weight, they can still walk briskly on the steep steps.

Thanks to them, Ji Qingyue saved a lot of effort.

From then on, whenever Ji Qingyue wanted to eat meat, he would first skip these five mountaineering heroes.

Days passed, and just when Ji Qingyue was about to forget to go out, a cry of surprise came from the world outside the mountaintop: "What is this?!"

Ji Qingyue walked out of the house, held onto the door frame and looked toward the top of the mountain.

It is already September, late autumn, and the wind is blowing coldly. I wonder how Erlang and the others are doing?