The child resisted pitifully, "Mom said your legs have healed long ago, but you just don't want to go to work."
"Listen to your mother's nonsense again."
"It's not nonsense!" The child ran away.
The nephew chases after him as soon as he steps forward.
Lin Qian looks at his long strides, he is recovering well.
Seeing someone coming this way, Lin Qian stopped doing anything and picked up her empty rice bowl and went home.
Before she even entered the door, she heard her parents sitting together talking softly.
Her mother smoothed the wool for her father.
Lin Qian stayed at the door for a while and heard her mother ask, "Why isn't A Qian back yet?" Then she opened the door and went in.
"Why have you been here for so long? The two bosses bought a lot of food."
"It's quite a lot." Lin Qian asked, "Dad, have you received the transfer?"
Lin's father didn't have his cell phone with him, so he got up to look for it after hearing this. When he unlocked it, he saw that there was indeed a transfer message inside, amounting to one hundred thousand.
"It looks like we have to plant vegetables tomorrow." Dad Lin took out his seed box and started germination today.
Lin Qian didn't let him wait until tomorrow. That night, she took the seeds to the field.
As soon as it gets dark, the fairies come out.
As soon as Lin Qian arrived in the field, He Yuan and Wu Jin ran over.
As soon as she started digging the soil, He Yuan said, "Immortal, leave these small things to me."
"You don't want to practice?" Lin Qian asked back.
"The road to immortality will take its time, and it won't take more than a moment." After He Yuan experienced the first thunder tribulation, his character gradually calmed down and he was no longer so eager to become an immortal.
"Go to the side. If you don't want to practice, don't delay my fun." Lin Qian asked him to pull out the grass in the field nearby.
Lin Qian stood at the edge of the field, holding the farm tools she brought back from another world in her hands. She raked the soil with one nail, turning the soil deep and broken.
The fairy who was watching her felt as if the immortal had clicked on fast forward, and in a short time he had turned over half an acre of land.
Then came the sowing of seeds, with Wu Jin standing on He Yuan's head to watch.
Looking at those seeds, it's as if they were on a special plane. When they landed at a specific point, the soil around the seeds seemed to have a mind. It formed a cavity by itself and wrapped the seeds by itself.
It's magical, it's really magical.
This is the way of the immortal.
However, the more magical thing is yet to come. Lin Qian conjured a kettle out of thin air. The small kettle instantly became larger. When it tilted slightly downward, a lot of water flowed evenly from the inside.
As soon as the seeds in the soil come into contact with water, they sprout instantly and grow quickly.
The whole process only took about ten minutes, and the half-acre of land was restored to the same state as before Liu Baihua and the others came.
"Immortals are so talented!" He Yuan sighed sincerely.
"Normal operation, you can just practice."
The next morning, Father Lin found that all the seeds he had taken out were gone. He felt weird, "There was a thief in our house? Did they steal the seeds without taking the money?"
When he said this, Father Lin himself didn’t believe it.
"Who else can it be? It must be your good daughter. I will plant it at night." Lin's mother was jealous, "I feel sorry for you."
"That's what I said." Father Lin walked upstairs, "I asked Aqian if she wanted to eat egg pancakes."
Since practitioners began to limit their food intake, Lin Qian began to buy vegetables in the afternoon and plant vegetables in the evening.
Fortunately, more than half of Lin Qian's vegetable plot is now covered with greenhouses, and people passing by can't see the changes inside clearly.
Lao Fang comes here once every three days on average. Although he buys a lot each time, there are more people. In just two weeks, the overall level of cultivators in Qingning City has skyrocketed, and now far exceeds that of other areas.
Liu Baihua accompanied Lao Fang at first, but later he saw that Lao Fang could handle it alone, so he simply ignored it and turned around to go to another city to check information.
Although Lao Fang can cope with it, he is very embarrassed every time he prepares the dishes.
After all, as we get older and our body functions decline, even with spiritual support, it cannot compare to the physical fitness of a mature person.
It seems that Lin Qian in his prime will not help him.
Every time he served vegetables, the master would just eat melons and watermelons. The Lin family greenhouse had new crops, and the variety of melons and fruits was much richer.
This makes Lao Fang happy. After all, without heating, the spiritual energy stored inside the crops will rarely be lost.
Lao Fang swallowed while loading the dishes. At the same time, he occasionally thought boldly that an expert could help.
It's a pity that every time the master has never had this thought.
In fact, Lin Qian was not just watching from the side. She was thinking about making a simple Qiankun bag with a smaller space and a simpler formation so that novices like this could use it.<
/p>
After farming, Lin Qian had a new hobby, weapon refining.
I think at the beginning, this profession was also a way to make money in other worlds. Unfortunately, most of the weapon refining materials are too dangerous, and a group of weapon refining masters can be killed in the stage of obtaining raw materials.
However, the simple Qiankun bag made by Lin Qian does not require any precious materials.
Just find a piece of cloth and sew it yourself. The most important thing is actually the formation used on the carrier.
In less than half an hour, the treasures made by Lin Qian are freshly baked.
It was a piece of white cloth dipped in soy sauce, and the stitching was too unique.
So much so that when Lao Fang saw this thing, he didn’t think of it as a Qiankun bag at all.
"Is this a handicraft made by your relative's child?" Lao Fang boasted, "It's not bad. You can tell by looking at it that he has strong hands-on skills."
Lin Qian: "Shut up and try to see if you can use this thing."
Use?
When Lao Fang saw the huge formation hitting him on the head, he immediately understood that this must be the Qiankun Bag recorded in ancient books.
"Where did the master find the ancient magic weapon?"