Song Tan thought for a while and shouted first: "Dad, there's nothing down here, it's just a little dirty. I'll clean it up first. You can wait a moment."
The voice echoed in the cellar, and then came up again muffledly. Song Sancheng responded quickly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Tan, on the other hand, looked around in the sweet potato cellar with peace of mind, but couldn't find any small stones from the underground wall. He simply touched his pocket and found in it the eight glass beads Qiao Qiao had given him in the morning.
These are not ordinary glass beads, but beautiful glass beads of various colors and shapes sealed inside - Song Tan played glass balls when he was a child, and one ball like this can be exchanged for five ordinary ones!
But now it is very much like a roadside stall, and no one even plays glass balls at the roadside stall. It was Qiaoqiao who accidentally ordered "bring a piece with me" when buying checkers. He really liked it.
There were nine pills in total, but I only kept one for myself, and the rest were all given to Song Tan.
At this moment, these glass beads were held in Song Tan's palm.
She took a deep breath and concentrated on those glass beads. Slowly, she saw them gradually being entangled and wrapped by the spiritual energy rising from her palms...
…
It has been more than five months since she returned home, and it has been more than five months since Song Tan started practicing again.
Although the spiritual energy in the mountain was scarce, because she kept practicing and dissipated all of it (she secretly cast spells every night), she didn't accumulate much spiritual energy, but her cultivation progress was quite impressive.
Today, I am finally able to infiltrate the spiritual energy into the dead things a little bit——
For example, these glass balls in front of you.
Although it is still difficult and the effect is very different from usual, it can be used at least.
Glass is far inferior to jade.
Jade can contain the spirit and nourish the spirit. The spiritual energy infiltrated in it can not only nourish the quality of the jade, but can even be preserved for future use as long as it is not destroyed.
And these glass beads...
It can only barely serve as a carrier, locking the spiritual energy around with difficulty and prolonging the retention time as much as possible.
At least now that the spiritual energy has soaked into it, the glass bead doesn't seem to have changed at all.
But there’s nothing you can do about it, because the quality of jade that can retain spiritual energy also has certain requirements. Just for a cellar - it’s really not worth it!
Song Tan found the right location and finally buried the glass beads into the soil and the wall with difficulty. Then, his whole body was activated by spiritual energy. Slowly, with each breath, he seemed to gradually respond to the eight glass beads.
Song Sancheng did not come down. If he came down, he would find that the air in the entire cellar would be fresher and more pleasant than outside.
Song Tan raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead, lamenting once again how difficult the practice was.
After all, the sect in her previous life was an upper realm whose aura was as rich as morning dew, and could rule 900 middle realms in one term.
And each middle realm can control 3,000 lower realms...
This boundless universe is the world of practitioners.
Xumina contains mustard seeds, and the mountains and seas give birth to immortal spirits.
And the spiritual energy that I have come into contact with now...
e…
It's still a little short of the lower bound.
Fortunately, she has good spiritual roots and has already had practice experience. Now she has a peaceful mind and no extravagant expectations, so she can achieve this progress.
But Song Tan won't think about this now.
She just looked at the dirt on her palms, then quickly untied the rope and shouted:
"Dad, I've packed it up! Just ask them to bring the wine jar over."
"Can you move alone later? Qiaoqiao and I can go down and join you later?"
It only weighs a hundred pounds, and even with the jar, it’s less than two hundred pounds. Song Tan didn’t want it: “I’m usually stronger than you when I carry baskets.”
【In view of the general environment,
Song Sancheng: ...Don’t you feel sorry for your daughter?
He took out his cell phone angrily to send a message, and was about to go back to the yard to meet Qiao Qiao.
As we were about to start moving, we heard a call from Zhou Maozhu:
"Sancheng, I'll take Tianyu and Qiaoqiao and we'll move the jar together!"
The jar was sealed airtight, and hemp ropes were crisscrossed several times and then passed through the poles.
Zhou Maozhu was worried that his son would be useless, so he ordered him: "You carry the middle one. If you can't lift it, just bend down. I'll carry the rear one, with Qiao Qiao in front."
He had seen Qiaoqiao's strength. He could carry a basket of cucumbers without gasping for breath. It was much more powerful than his son.
If Zhou Tianyu is placed in the middle, he will be ready as soon as he bends down, which is more secure than placing him in the back.
Zhou Tianyu looked at the not-too-big jar and thought, "I have suffered too." However, the pole pressed on the bones of his shoulders, and he grinned instantly!
It hurts so much!
Before he could cry out, he felt a lightness on his shoulders. He saw that the jar had been picked up by Qiao Qiao and Zhou Maozhu. He was caught in the middle and had only time to follow two steps in embarrassment. Soon he came out in disgrace.
Zhou Maozhu also said to Qiao Qiao: "Just these one hundred catties, we can do it."
"Yeah!" Qiao Qiao said with enthusiasm, "It's very light, no need for Brother Tianyu's help."
Zhou Tianyu was rubbing his shoulders: ...very light?! Then why does the bone hurt so much!
To go to the back slope, you don't have to go up the back mountain. You just need to go around the house and then walk up the slope for a while. Zhou Tianyu followed the two of them in dismay, looking more and more useless.
Until he saw Song Sancheng, the other party said polite words: "Ah, Tianyu is also here to help, thank you for your hard work."
His face turned red with embarrassment.
Until he watched helplessly as Song Sancheng tied the jar again, and then several people pulled the rope and lowered it down little by little, while shouting:
"Tantan, the wine vat is put down, please pick it up!"
"Okay!" A muffled voice echoed from below.
His eyes instantly widened: "Is Song Tan the only one down there?"
This is too ridiculous, for a girl to hold such a heavy thing underneath...
In his imagination, a heavy wine jar was lowered from the sky, and a thin and thin girl stretched out her hands to lift it up, struggling to support it...
But the reality is——
"What's wrong with this?"
Song Sancheng wondered: "Isn't it being held by a rope? When she lands in the cellar later, can she just untie the rope and move it?"
Although it will be a bit laborious to move, Tantan will definitely be fine. If there is a problem, she will shout and someone will go down and help move it!
While talking, everyone felt the rope loosen, and sure enough they heard Song Tan's voice: "I've landed, I'll untie the rope, and you can pull me up again when I scream later."
Zhou Tianyu:......
Oh, yes, he later realized: the jar can always fall to the ground after it is put into the cellar, and no one needs to support it...
Damn it! Did he forget it today? Why is he always embarrassed?!
In the cellar, Song Tan loosened the rope, hugged the jar with both hands, and easily placed it in the corner of the cellar.
She looked around, picked up the hemp rope and put it on her body, while thinking: With the simple arrangement of glass beads, the cellar will be able to store things for a longer time, and storing vegetables in autumn and winter will be easier!
After all, the vegetable plots that can be set up in greenhouses are limited in winter. Nowadays, just in case (mainly because there are too many rice bowls at home), we cook everything, which is very troublesome!
