From Cultivator to Widow

Su An saw Zhang Baoguo's troubles.

His talent is not in the aspect of writing articles. Because of his diligence, he wrote an article that can be reviewed. It does not mean that he can continue to write articles that can be reviewed later. It is luck once, and it does not mean that it is strength. It has been two or three times, then it can prove that he really has this strength, rather than illusory luck.

The frequency of her submissions has been maintained. After a month or two, there will be a fee income, and she not only submits to one newspaper, but also others.

Not everything she writes will be accepted, because for one reason or another, there are always people who fall off the list.

This is normal. The articles have their own aesthetics. If all of them have been drafted, they are either very famous, or their writing is excellent.

Her level is there, but it can't be said to be top-notch. She is not so blindly confident. What she is adopting now is enough, and there is another serious source of income.

It also motivated the four boys to work hard for their goals.

It took Zhang Baoguo two months to write a satisfactory article.

I read a lot of newspapers, and my mother often asks them to copy good words and sentences, but they can’t write them out. There is a level of appreciation and appreciation, and he knows it himself. The teacher, but the newspaper is not a teacher, as long as you write it, I will give it to you.

To be honest, he was a bit hit.

At this time, he didn't know the phrase that debut is the peak. If he knew, he would definitely use this to describe himself. Could it be that his first article was the top of the mountain he could climb? How could this make him reconciled?

Zhang Weiguo is similar to him. He has written a lot of articles. Although many of them were called back by his mother, some of them were sent to submit articles together. However, there is no accident, none of them have passed. Come together, I believe that sooner or later, quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes.

From Su An's point of view, the two of them are in a hopeless situation for the time being, but this can't be forced.

Zhang Baoguo's skills are in the aspect of physical fitness.

Su Hui made medicinal soup for all four of them, and Lingquan helped them improve their physical fitness. Among the four of them, Zhang Baoguo's roots were the best.

If this is a martial arts world, and the four brothers go to practice martial arts, there is no doubt that the widest and longest road will be Zhang Baoguo.

In addition to his natural roots, his perseverance is also quite outstanding.

In addition to the bad weather, he reports to Zhang Chengye every day. Even if the weather is bad, he stays at home, and he will make up for the amount of exercise he needs to do. He has talent and perseverance. As long as he does not encounter any accidents, such a person will undoubtedly be Be the best in the crowd.

In terms of learning, he is not as quick as Zhang Weiguo, but among ordinary people, he is enough to be called a genius by ordinary people.

A healthy body affects all aspects of people. For example, the better the physical quality, the better the memory and thinking ability.

Zhang Anguo and Zhang Dingguo are young, but they have always been smart, otherwise they wouldn't easily challenge Zhang Weiguo's dignity as a brother and want to be classmates with him.

They skip grades very easily, although learning is not so important at this time, because it is relatively simple, their own efforts also account for one.

Su Hui entered the mustard seed space, came to a paddy field, and pinched a piece of rice. In a few days, the paddy field could be harvested, just enough to replenish the rice jar that was about to end.

She walked forward for a while, and it was a strawberry field with a good harvest. Looking at the bright red decorations on the ground, Su An's eyes curled slightly unconsciously, especially when she saw a strawberry in the middle.

What she has planted are ordinary mortal seeds, not spiritual seeds. That is to say, although they are planted in the environment of spiritual energy, they are only mortal fruits. However, even mortal fruits may mutate.

This is the first variation of the many plants she has planted.

None of the special plants she was looking for mutated, but one strawberry mutated first.

In the center of a clearing, a strawberry plant that is smaller than the surrounding strawberries is quietly rooted there, and there is a still green fruit underneath. The aura runs to the eyes, and you can see the aura above the fruit.

This is a low-level spiritual fruit that has mutated into a low-level spiritual fruit. It contains a little spiritual energy. It is not very useful to her now, but it is good to have a mutation. It can mutate from an ordinary strawberry to a spiritual fruit. One step, to use another more accurate word, should be called evolution.

Evolution from a lower life form to a higher life form.

However, the mutation does favor the evolution of the plant.

She used a lot of means to promote their mutation.

The strawberry field next door is her experimental field. So far, many mutant plants have been harvested, but those plants have not mutated into spiritual fruit and elixir, just ordinary mutations, such as fruit shape changes, color changes, height changes, etc. , and some died directly. There are both good and bad aspects of mutation.

Su An also doesn't know what effect this strawberry has when it is ripe. At present, it can only be seen that it has aura, but other than that?

Is there any other effect?

After staying in front of it for a while, she walked to the medicinal material area. Some of the medicinal materials here were dug up from the mountains, and some were planted by buying seeds from the pharmacy.

Some medicinal materials will be upgraded with the change of age, the most typical is ginseng, which grows for more than 100 years and is an elixir.

The ginseng field in front of her, looking at the branches and leaves, knew that it was growing very well. If it was pulled out and sent to the pharmacy, it might be considered a ten-year ginseng.

Su Hui picked some medicinal herbs and boiled them into ointment in the mustard seed space.

This is for Su Qianming.

She has all these medicinal materials here, so she contracted the work.

If nothing else, in this place full of spiritual energy, there is nothing to say about the medicinal properties of these medicinal materials.

Su An also prepared a herbal soup, mixed with a bunch of herbs that night, and gave the four children a bath together.

Looking at the green color in the wooden barrel, Zhang Anguo raised his small arm: "Mom, what is this for?"

Su An: "Put your hands down, only showing your neck, forget?"

Zhang Anguo immediately shrank his body obediently, revealing only his small head.

"Strengthen your body, prevent disease, and drive away mosquitoes."

Zhang Anguo didn't realize that he had a lot of functions, but it should be true, because in my impression, their brothers had not been sick and took bitter medicine for a long, long time.

Thinking of the medicine that his family boiled at his friend's house before, his face was wrinkled. The smell was so simple. He would rather take a few more times of this kind of strong medicinal bath than drink it in his mouth.

Zhang Baoguo is replying to Uncle Civet.

Uncle Tanuki knew that the article they wrote was in the newspaper, and praised him a lot, and even gave him a gift, a pen that didn't look cheap.

He is using this pen to write back to him now.

The writing is smooth, the handwriting is clear and natural, and the hand feels very good.

I don't know how much it will cost to buy it.

[…Thank you uncle for the gift, I received it, I like it very much, uncle, did your letter say you went to the capital? What kind of place is the capital, I hope I can go there one day...

Uncle, the anti-mosquito bag has been prepared according to the amount you said, and the one wrapped in newspaper is sun-dried chrysanthemum, which can be placed in the pillow. ]

Writing here, his pen paused.

Remembering what Uncle Tanuki once said, he changed a piece of paper and continued to write.

[Uncle, I have something to worry about. I want to tell you that you all praise me, but I feel that I can’t write another article like this. Will you be disappointed with me like this?

If I can't do it, will I feel like I have a false name?

[…]

When he wrote the letter to Su An, he stood there without speaking.

He wrote all the correspondence with my father's comrades and friends, but before sending it, my mother would read it again to check if there was anything that shouldn't have been written. He never felt anything, but this time, another piece of paper , he doesn't see like his mother.

His mother is the person he relies on the most, and there is nothing he can't say. However, as he grows older, he finds it difficult to speak to his mother about some things.

Su An took the letter, looked at another folded piece of paper in his hand, and took the initiative to say, "That was your private message to him. You checked it, and there are no sensitive words, right?"

"no."

Su An spread out her hands: "Then you give it to me and put it in an envelope. I won't read your private messages."

Zhang Baoguo closed his mouth, still unable to stop the upward arc, and nodded fiercely: "Yeah!"

Su An put his "whisper" in the envelope in front of him and sealed it.

Zhang Baoguo walked away with ease.

Su An looked at the back of his leaving and fell into memory.

It had been a while since she thought of her parents.

No matter when she was a high school student in her first life, or when she "traveled" to the world of self-cultivation later, she had parents.

In the first life, the reason for crossing over is very simple. If an accident occurs, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person. It is foreseeable how sad her parents will be.

Fortunately, she should not die, perhaps it is a rare celestial phenomenon, she retains her memory and was born in the world of self-cultivation.

In that splendid world of self-cultivation, she embarked on the path of self-cultivation.

Then, Da Neng fought and brought disaster to Chi Yu. Her body was annihilated, and only her soul came here under the protection of the secret treasure.

This world is very similar to the era of her first life, but there are also obvious differences telling her that they are two different worlds.

However, from what I know from the newspapers and the radio, there is no deviation from the general trend.

Maybe a parallel space-time?

Or a mirror world? A small world by chance?

She didn't know if it was still in the Foundation Establishment period.

She only knew that she was still alive, and that she still had a chance to return to that gorgeous world of self-cultivation.

I wonder what will happen to her second generation's parents? Her soul lamp should have gone out.

To make them sad again.

If the present is regarded as the third generation, there is no accident, she should be able to accompany them safely and securely until they grow old.

Zhang Baoguo lost his father, and without her, his mother would also be lost. She occupied this body when the original body was seriously ill and just took her last breath, and owed this cause and effect.

He didn't know that there was another person in his mother, he just thought that his father left, and then his mother became ill, and then his personality changed.

Become more and more decisive, more and more majestic, the shadow of loving mother fades, more like "strict father".

But the role of father did not disappear completely in his growth.

Whether it is Zhang Chengye, who guides him every day, or Guan Shaoli and Sun Qiang, who used to be his father's comrades-in-arms, they all play part of the father's role more or less.

Guan Shaoli is the farthest away and has the least chance to meet, but in this case, some words are hard to say to others, and what he just said to him will not touch the sensitive heart of the young man.

Su An blinked, not thinking about her parents, she smiled meaningfully at the sealed letter.

She is a monk, and a monk sees things more often not by eyes, but by divine sense.

She "saw" the contents easily, which was not what she expected.

It seems that he has never written a good article, which has really put a lot of pressure on him.

Although he didn't show much on his face.

She put the letter away as if she had never read its contents.

She believed that Guan Shaoli would wake up this somewhat confused teenager.

Maybe the boy didn't talk to her because he didn't want to disappoint his mother, otherwise, she should have said it.

But that's fine. As the age grows, the wings of the young bird become wider and wider, and the dependence on the mother should also decrease. Otherwise, how can I leave the house in the future, fly away from the mother's territory alone, and soar outside?

She will leave sooner or later.