Siheyuan: I Actually Crossed Into A Stick

Jia Geng was taken aback for a moment, and quickly put the manuscript back into the space.

After all, these things haven't been published yet, so it's better not to let my mother see them.

"Oh Mom, I'm up!"

crunch...

The door was pushed open, and Qin Huairu walked in.

"Eat, I'm off to work! You're just sick, don't run around and play around!"

While instructing his son, he handed over two big steamed buns.

"Okay, I see!" Jia Geng picked up the big steamed bun and took a big bite.

The steamed buns were still warm, obviously my mother brought them back from the factory and put them in a pot to warm them up.

"By the way, Mom, is there a rabbit in the rabbit nest we made last night?"

At this time, Jia Geng remembered the rabbit nest that he made with his mother yesterday to catch rabbits.

"Oh, look at me, I forgot!"

Qin Huairu slapped his head, a little annoyed, why didn't he remember it.

"Mom, let me go and have a look, anyway, I'm familiar with that place." Jia Geng said vaguely with steamed buns in his mouth.

"It's too dangerous!" Qin Huairu subconsciously objected!

"Mom, it's okay, I'm afraid that others will see me, what should I do if I get caught?" Jia Geng said.

"This, this is fine too. Come back after you read it!"

Qin Huairu was worried that her son would be young and worried about going there, but when she thought about it, she would be late for work soon.

And the son also knows where the rabbit's nest is, and he will be back soon.

After all, the distance is not too far, an hour back and forth.

"Mom, don't worry! I'll check it out and I'll be back!" Jia Geng quickly assured her.

"Mm. Be careful!" Qin Huairu nodded, but still reminded her.

Turn around and go out, go to work.

Although Jia Geng didn't have a watch, he knew it was almost 9 o'clock.

Because my mother always works from nine to five.

8 hours a day, six days a week, with Sunday off.

Unlike later generations, Quanmin 996, or even 007.

The current nine-to-five is really literal, and there is very little overtime.

I woke up early in the morning to write a novel, and I was still very hungry. I quickly finished eating two big steamed buns.

"It's not enough to eat, I'm still a little hungry!"

Jia Geng muttered for a moment, then thought of something.

With a thought.

Consciousness came to the space and looked at the field.

Wow!

In the golden wheat field, the ears of wheat droop because of their fullness.

"A great harvest!"

Jia Geng was ecstatic in his heart, he knew everything well.

With a thought.

The ears of wheat are separated directly from the stalk one by one, the husks are removed, and then ground into a powder.

Wow!

Jia Geng saw a small pile of white wheat flour in the thatched cottage, which can also be called white flour.

Surprised drool!

There is no scale, and I don't know how much it weighs.

But it is estimated that there is also a weight of 50 catties.

This can be regarded as a good thing in fine grains!

A catty of fine food stamps costs 3 yuan!

Of course, Jia Geng also knows that the price during this special period may drop in the future!

This small pile of flour is worth more than one hundred and fifty yuan at least.

Moreover, this is estimated to have been planted in less than half a day.

So, with a thought, he sowed the remaining wheat grains and watered them with well water.

The ginseng and green grass are still the same, and the cut parts have not grown yet.

Jia Geng had no choice but to add wheat straw bran and green grass to make small pieces of feed for rabbits.

At first, the rabbits were not willing to eat it, but after adding green grass, they ate it very happily.

With a thought.

Jia Geng's consciousness returned to reality.

At this moment, an idea came to him.

If you use your consciousness to write novels in space, it will be much more convenient, and you won't have sore hands when writing.

Just do what comes to mind and put pen and paper in the space.

Sure enough, after testing, it is really possible to use a pen to write novels in space while physically moving in reality.

And because of the direct use of consciousness control, when writing a novel, the writing is very fast.

However, when the consciousness is divided into two parts, some details may not be noticed. For example, when Jia Geng just went out, he almost tripped over the threshold and almost fell.

However, this small obstacle is nothing compared to the rapid speed of space writing.

As long as you slowly explore and adjust slowly, I believe you will be able to adapt soon.

When I got home, my grandma and two younger sisters probably went out to bask in the sun. The sun is the warmest now.

So Jia Geng took the weight directly, and took two bags to hold the flour and rabbits.

Then put the weight and bag into the space.

The courtyard was also quiet at this time, and everyone went to work.

He took out a big white rabbit toffee, stuffed it into his mouth, and walked out of the courtyard.

Jia Geng came to the grocery store first, and the paper and pens used to write the novel just now were almost used up.

So come over and buy paper and pens.

"Sick to death!"

Jia Geng was speechless for a moment. After all the money was handed in, how could he still have money to buy paper and pens?

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