Is It Possible That Farming Is The Real Cultivation Of Immortals?

"But it's inconvenient to carry?" Key asked.

"We haven't even squeezed tung oil yet." He laughed jokingly and said, "We'll talk about it later."

"Let me see...or forget it." The key glanced at An Jia and suggested.

"Are you afraid you won't be able to sell it?"

"Well...not because of the weather, but because this stuff is so good."

Although the ribs of oil-paper umbrellas are all made of bamboo, each one has been polished by An Jia himself.

It doesn't look like bamboo, but old wooden strips with red pulp.

The silk threads used to thread the umbrella ribs are produced by spiders in the mulberry room next door, and they can only be twisted more than ten feet a day.

But this umbrella has to be used for ~ several feet.

The strength and toughness of that kind of silk wire is much stronger than that of copper wire of the same thickness.

In addition, different from ordinary oil-paper umbrellas, this umbrella has a hole in the handle, and a bamboo jumper is added inside.

As long as you press it, the umbrella will open automatically.

Unlike other oil-paper umbrellas, it is so troublesome to push them up by hand.

Last but not least.

An Jia wants to add a painting to the plain umbrella, but he doesn't know how to paint on the umbrella.

Originally, he wanted to paint the umbrella surface and then add it.

As a result, I forgot.

He won't, the key will.

This kind of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting was originally her specialty.

At An Jia's request, she dyed the surface of the umbrella black and painted two red and white goldfish with big tails on it.

She didn't like things like goldfish with big eyes and a bloated body.

She just painted according to An Jia's request.

Dyeing the ink several times made the surface of the black umbrella black in different shades, like dark clouds or melted ink.

The two fish swayed on it and chased after each other, and suddenly...

Absolutely!

After seeing the finished product, she liked it very much.

It is so beautiful, and the materials are so good. When she said she wanted to sell it, she disagreed ten thousand times in her heart.

But who told An Jia to be the master here.

"Leave this one at home first."

"Anyway...you watch when I do it, and try to do it yourself later."

"This umbrella is the first umbrella. I will give it to you after I finish filling it with tung oil.

An Jia could tell that the key really liked her, so she pushed the boat along.

After all, he didn't even think about building the 300-square-meter site outside.

Right now, it has been built in sevens and eights by the keys.

The matter of stealing food at that time could barely be offset, after all, blood is precious.

"By the way, if you are free tomorrow, smash the tung seeds."

"If there is anything to do, go to the woods to find some beehives, the kind without bees.

"I will be useful later."

The study downstairs can't sleep for a long time, so An Jia let her sleep on the side upstairs.

Sleeping on the side is much more comfortable than the study room, at least the bamboo bed is big, comfortable to lie on, and the room is also big.

The two said as they went upstairs that they were resting together almost the same time.

When I woke up in the morning, breakfast was already cooked.

It turned out that Key had woken up early in the morning, cooking breakfast and chopping pickles before he could wash up.

An Jia went downstairs to wash up, and the porridge was just right for cooling down.

The key has picked a lot of mulberry leaves, went to the mulberry house to feed the spiders, took the spider silk and twisted the thread back.

"If you're sleepy, go catch up on some sleep."

"Okay, you go out, I will clean up."

After a brief exchange between the two, An Jia carried a basket full of things on her back and walked all the way.

After about half an hour, they crossed the mountains and arrived at Yunbo Village.

Now all the spiritual grains in Yunbo Village have been harvested, and the fields have just been burned and turned over, and they are all filled with water.

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Just as he expected, these fields that had been plowed before are now only grounds.

The field not far away has already grown seedlings, and this is the real field planted this time.

After arriving at Yunbo Village, An Jia said hello to the old village head who was watering with Moyun Jue.

At this moment, hearing the voice, Yan Yihai also came over.

Yan Yihai was punching at the door, and he couldn't understand what kind of punch he was punching.

Seeing him coming, he hurriedly greeted him.

An Jia took out a bamboo tube of honey and gave him honey, and immediately made him happy.

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"Other people will definitely talk about it next time. You are serious. It's not time to go to the market, why are you..."

"I'm going to Yongxian Town."

"Yongxian Town? It's not close to here, and there is no mount for you in the village."

"I'll walk over by myself, it's fine."

"Hey... I'm busy with farming, so I can't accompany you.

"It's okay, it's okay, you go to work first."

In order to help a little, Yan Yihai led An Jia to the market square and pointed out the way.

Although it was a small favor, it made An Jia a lot more convenient.

"By the way, the key to your village..."

"Ha! I was just about to tell you about that!"

After talking about this, Yan Yihai said excitedly: "She ran away by herself, it's great, the whole village is comfortable.

"That's right, really...

"I'm going to get busy first, let's talk back."

"good.

An Jia didn't finish her sentence, so she could only curl her lips helplessly.

Not long after he left, a crane landed here.

The village chief hurried up to greet him.

The one who went up and down the crane was Huaizhen who sent the key.

...Door....