Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yanjin roughly analyzed that Chinese cabbage is the basic crop, and it is planted in the first row, which he tentatively calls a cabbage field, while other vegetables need to be turned manually, and grow in the second row, which is called a vegetable field, but a vegetable field The types of vegetables grown here are uncertain and cannot be predicted in advance.

Yesterday he turned over two leaves, plus the one that turned over automatically, the three leaves may show different colors and grow different things.

Qing Heng followed his guess to look at the silk on the tree, and sure enough, three leaves disappeared and turned into a pink silk, and there were 31 leaves left on the tree.

According to the previous rules, he planted the pink silk in the third row and poured three bowls of water, thinking that the growth time must be longer than that of cabbage, and it should not grow today.

But today there are eggplants to eat.

While eating the boiled eggplant, he sketched fried eggplant boxes, stewed eggplants with minced meat, etc. in his mind.

Boiled cabbage can still be eaten, and cucumber can be eaten directly, but boiled eggplant is really hard to swallow. He ate it with grief and anger.

Sitting back again, he clenched his fists: "I want to eat meat."

Will pink silk and satin produce poultry and livestock?

He felt himself to be whimsical.

"Then at least some oil."

Stir-frying is also fine. Cooking is really enough, and he doesn't plan to lose weight.

Even if there is no oil, at least there must be a little salt.

Whispering and complaining, Qing Heng reminded: "I haven't turned the leaves today. If I don't turn them, I can only grow cabbage tomorrow."

"Let's plant a cabbage first. I'm not sure what the peach-colored silk can grow. If it doesn't grow enough to eat, or it takes two or three days to grow, then I will run out of food tomorrow."

He calculated that after he planted the cabbage tomorrow, there would only be 30 leaves, and he would not be able to control it for many days. He had figured out the rules of the field, and then he had to find a way to make the tree grow leaves.

He poured several buckets of water under the tree, and nothing seemed to change.

In the evening, the peach red silk sprouted buds, and after another night, it quietly grew into a small tree. On the second night, there were no more, no less, ten oranges on the tree.

When the fruit is picked, the small tree disappears. Just like the previous vegetables, the field becomes empty again, which does not hinder the next planting.

"Peach red silk can grow fruit. It takes a day and a half, 36 hours, and three bowls of water." Yan Jin boldly deduced that he tentatively called the third row of fields a fruit field, and hurriedly turned over two more leaves that night. Prepare to test whether the fruit is not fixed.

That night, there were cabbage and oranges to eat, Yanjin thought about it, and then put down the oranges he was holding in his mouth, ten oranges could actually be taken down the mountain to sell.

Seeing him holding an orange back and forth, Qing Heng asked, "Is this not edible?"

"Not really." He replied absent-mindedly, thinking about buying some daily necessities after the sale.

Will he finally be able to eat something tasty? He only needs to think about it, and tears flow from the corners of his mouth.

That night he told Qing Heng that he was going down the mountain tomorrow.

Qing Heng was already going to sleep, when he heard that the whole sword flew out from the bed: "Why... still have to go?"

Jian Ling thought, is it because the so-called fruits grown today are not edible?

Then stop planting.

He flew out of the bamboo house, recalling what Yanjin ate the most emotionally.

That's right, eggplant.

Eggplant must be his favorite.

Eggplants are blue and satin, and only need two leaves. He quickly took back one leaf that had been turned over from the tree.

Flying back and lying down quietly, Yanjin heard the wind and knew that he had gone out, and asked him why he was out.

Before he could speak, Yan Jin said casually: "Wake up at night?"

Qing Heng wanted to surprise him tomorrow, and didn't intend to tell him, so he hesitated and replied: "Yes."

Yanjin nodded and lay down to sleep.

After sleeping for a while, I came to my senses, frowned and opened my eyes: Aren't you incorporeal, why are you up at night?

The next morning, Yan Jin was preparing to plant silk and satin, Qing Heng quickly said that he had pulled the silk and satin to the field.

There was nothing left to eat except oranges, and he stopped turning leaves today, and planned to plant a cabbage tomorrow.

It was raining in the morning, so there was no need to water. He found a bamboo basket in the house, packed the oranges, and reached out to touch the sword spirit: "Let's go, let's go down the mountain."

Qing Heng was startled: "You want to take me with you?"

"You...don't want to go?" Yan Jin thought that he had clothes now, so he shouldn't be afraid of seeing outsiders anymore, and didn't even discuss with him, "We'll be back at night, shouldn't we go?"

"Come back at night?"

"Of course, I haven't studied this field thoroughly yet."

Qing Heng reacted for a while: "Go."

"Okay." Yan Jin touched the head of his sword, and said warmly, "But you can't fly around me, I reckon there are mostly ordinary people down the mountain."

There are quite a few monks who step on their swords and fly. Even though the common people here are used to seeing it, the swords flying around people can't help attracting attention.

Yanjin held him in his hand, stepped onto the bamboo basket, stopped before he could leave, and stroked his hair: "I haven't taken care of it for a few days, I'm afraid I'll scare people when I go out like this."

He went back to the well and dipped in water to comb it, but he had no experience in bundling his hair, not to mention that there were no rubber bands here. Watching movies and TV dramas, hairpins or crowns are often used to fix hair. Don’t think about crowns, and there are no hairpins. He thought about the structure of those hairpins, and took a bamboo strip from the bamboo basket.

I wanted to peel it, but there is no knife here. The Chinese cabbage is often torn by hand, the cucumber is bitten directly, and the eggplant is boiled whole.

It is true that there is a sword by his side, but a sword that can speak and feel is not good for cutting vegetables.

Fortunately, Yanjin can ignite a fire. I don't know if it is because of the special materials here or what. He picked up a small stone at random and rubbed it a little to start a fire. Several times he even ignited the firewood by snapping his fingers.

Bamboo strips can be bent and shaped after being burned with fire. It is no problem to fix hair, but it is really difficult to pull the hair in a bun. Later, I fiddled with it randomly, but the bamboo strips entangled the hair. It took a long time to pull it off, and a lot of it was broken. hair.

Rao Yanjin, who is not afraid of all difficulties, is stumped in the matter of pulling her hair.

Qing Heng watched for a while, then slowly said: "Maybe I can help you."

"How can you help?"

Qing Heng didn't speak, and concentrated for a moment, the blade of the sword flashed suddenly, becoming as big as a palm, he put himself in Yan Jin's palm: "I look like a hairpin, don't I?"

Yan Jin squeezed him, it was still in the form of a sword, but much smaller, like a delicate handicraft, the scars were still there, and the fingertips were still mottled and uneven, he said: "It looks like a hairpin."

"Yeah." Qing Heng flew to his head, Yan Jin felt the hair was gently lifted and coiled, and after a while, a simple bun was fixed, Qing Heng said, "It's just right, so you take me down the mountain, you can also No one will pay much attention.”

He raised his hand to touch it, and joked, "How about it, I'm not ugly, am I worthy of your hairpin?"

Qing Heng said: "I said that you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

"But haven't you only seen me?" You haven't stepped into the Great Thousand World, so it's too early to say "the most".

He carried the bamboo basket on his back and went down the mountain slowly.

He walked slowly, couldn't see and didn't know what the terrain was like, so he could only explore the way a little bit. After walking for an hour, he finally approached the foot of the mountain. Qing Heng said that there were several thatched cottages here.

Yanjin went to a hut and knocked on the door to ask for directions. Someone inside answered, but the door didn't open. It was a man's voice. It didn't sound like a young man anymore. Just walk along the path ahead.

Yan Jin thanked him, he still wanted to learn more about the world here, but since the other party was unable to move, he couldn’t keep disturbing him, so he walked a few steps to knock on the door of another room, knocked for a long time, but heard only movement inside, it was someone’s , but they never opened the door, nor did they respond.

There are still a few houses that should be abandoned. There is no one, and he can't ask, so he continues to walk down the mountain according to the previous guidance.

After walking for about half an hour, I heard the noise of people, the footsteps of pedestrians, the shouts of shopkeepers, and the tempting aroma of various foods, as well as the scent of flowers and candles.

The scent of the incense candles was still strong, almost covering up the smell of the food.

Qing Heng spoke on his head: "Above you is an archway, which says Qi'an Town."

Walking through the archway, you will be in the market. There are shops and temporary vendors, either pushing small carts, or laying a mat in the open space, and placing the items you want to sell or exchange.

Yan Jin also sat down in the open space outside the gate of a high wall, and put the bamboo basket in front of him.

Before it was confiscated, someone came to ask, and heard the woman's laughing voice, she didn't ask how the oranges were sold, but only asked his name and where he came from, and even asked about the members of his family.

After sitting for a while, there seemed to be an endless stream of people asking about the price of wine, and there were also people who spent a lot of money saying that they wanted to buy oranges and get acquainted by the way.

Yanjin wanted to sell it at a high price, but considering that this was a long-term business, he couldn't just go down the mountain once, planning to go far, and now he had to stabilize his reputation.

He doesn't know the market price here, but he heard the price of selling eggs next to him. One egg costs one penny, and the weight of one of his oranges can be compared to three eggs, so it should be no problem for one orange to cost three pennies. Be more forgiving.

He also heard that silver ingots are not commonly used here. Gold is often used to pay large amounts, and silk and silk are also used in exchange. The most common among the common people is copper coins. One tael of gold, about half a bolt of ordinary silk, or five hundred wen.

A lot of people came to ask Xun, and when they heard that he didn't raise the price, they knew that he didn't want to make friends, so they withdrew, and after noon, the things didn't sell much.

Earlier, one person bought three and earned nine Wen. He originally wanted to buy some salt, but salt is not cheap. Jiu Wen only bought two taels of salt. He then exchanged an orange for three eggs with the neighbor next door. He planned to go back to cook poached eggs to eat at night, and he got acquainted with him next door, and even gave him a few incense candles.

He smelled the smell of joss sticks, and thought that the smell on this street was very strong: "Do the neighbors here like to worship Buddha?"

"It's not worshiping Buddha, it's praying. The local rules have been handed down. Every household regards praying as a daily meal. Wherever you go, you can see incense candles. Most people who go out will carry them with them and pray at any time."

"Oh, I can't see it." Yan Jin said frankly, "What are you wishing for?"

"If you think about it in a big way, the country will be prosperous and the people will be safe and the weather will be in good order. If you think about it in a small way, it's not the same when your family gets rich safely and so on."

When it was getting dark, the side door of the tall house next to it was opened, and a woman bought two oranges. Not long after entering the door, she came out and bought the rest, and asked him when he would come over tomorrow .

Yan Jin told the truth: "I will come, but I don't necessarily want to sell oranges."

Who knows what fruit will grow in that blind box land tomorrow.

"It's okay, my lady loves any kind of fruit, you can knock on the door to find me tomorrow..." The woman pointed at the side door, before she finished speaking, she heard the old man selling eggs sneer.

The old man joked, "Brother, another person has taken a fancy to you."

The woman stared at the words: "Nonsense, my young lady has already left the cabinet."

"Why are you still staying at your mother's house when you're married?"

"I don't want you to marry me." The woman didn't want to talk to him anymore, she looked at Yanjin again and said, "Are you sure you'll come tomorrow?"

"Come on, but you can't come during the day, it's going to be night." The peach-red satin planted this morning, according to the growth time, will grow into fruit tomorrow night.