Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 247 Ingenuity
When I woke up in the morning, the air conditioner in the room was still working.After blowing the air conditioner all night, the skin on her body and mouth were dry for a while, Xuerou pushed away the air conditioner that was pressing on her body, and wanted to get up to drink some water.

After Xuerou returned to her room last night, she saw that Xiaoxian was still arranging the rattan for weaving. She lay on the side and fell asleep watching it. Finally, she simply moved the quilt and pillows to the floor and slept with Xiaoxian alone. up one end.

It was the first time she slept on the ground, but she slept very well. She had no dreams all night. In Xuerou's memory, she hadn't slept so well for a long time.

The last time she slept well was at Yanqing Farm, it seemed that she could sleep deeply every time she was with Xiao Xian, it felt so good to have friends.

The black wisteria scattered on the ground was gone. Before going to bed last night, Xuerou still remembered that Xiao Xian threw the black wisteria on the ground casually.

Before going to bed, they didn't have time to tidy up. The two of them directly lay down on this material, which is said to be the best woven mat, and slept all night.

Looking back now, sleeping on a floor of unprocessed rattan feels more comfortable than sleeping on the top-quality goat blanket on the sofa in my mother's study.

After groping with his hands, Xuerou didn't find those vines strewn about, and he didn't touch Xiao Xian at the end of his feet. Xuerou sat up and looked at the red alarm clock on the bookshelf. It was only after four o'clock. , it looks like it's less than five o'clock.

On the other side of the balcony, everything is swaying, not like the movement of curtains being blown by the wind.

Xuerou walked to the balcony lightly.

In the middle of the night last night, it rained, which washed away the summer heat.

After the first rain, the sky is white, and there is still a cloud, the heat of the day has not yet risen, the balcony is filled with the fragrance of cool water, and the edge of the balcony is still drenched with rain, tick, tick, tick. It fell to the ground without a sound, and the French windows of the balcony were half closed.

Xuerou walked to the balcony with bare feet, and black stripes were drawn on the ground.

Xiaoxian sat on the chair, there were no less than a hundred black and purple vines, and there was a dazzling silver luster shining in the center of each of them. The luster reflected on Xiaoxian's cheeks, illuminating the tiny hairs on her face. became golden.

Every black, purple, silver and white rattan, as smooth as fine silk hair, slid between her fingers and knees. Her fingers moved dexterously like sweater needles, illuminating four horizontal and two vertical directions. After more than an hour, the black and purple rattan mat has taken shape, covering most of the balcony.

Xue Rou wanted to ask a question, but after realizing that Xiao Xian had fallen into a state of ecstasy, she still chose to stand by the door and watch through the glass, for fear that a single movement would disrupt Xiao Xian's rhythm.

Fortunately, Xuerou didn't approach, if she opened the door and walked out at this time, it would undoubtedly be very dangerous.

Xiao Xian, who was weaving the black wisteria mat, showed a sense of aura defensively all over her body.

In the morning, in her sleep, she only felt that her whole body was hot and uneasy. The air conditioner in the room had already reached 20 degrees, and Xue Rou beside her was so cold that she was curled up in the quilt.

The hotness is not because of the indoor temperature, but because of a vigorous spiritual energy in the body, a stream, from the four tendons of the body, like a river rushing forward.

The black wisteria on the ground seems to have a magical power. The river water flows from the fingers to the mat, filling the gaps between each horizontal and vertical of the rattan, and the mat is tight without a drop of water. Come.

At this moment, Xiaoxian was replaying the scene when Mao Dazhu taught her to weave mats in her mind.Every movement of Mao Dazhu, from the fingers passing through the bamboo strips, to every bending of the fingers, is decomposed into countless slow motions.

Her movements are no longer unfamiliar, like a master weaving mat that has been knitting for decades.The woven mat slid off her knees and hands incessantly, without any pause.

Getting down a whole mat consumes far more spiritual power than the previous few times when using the Consonance Scissors, but this time Xiao Xian did not feel the slightest sign of weakening of the spiritual power. When sailing on the river, the tide rises, and every time some are used, they are replenished immediately.

With the sound of shaking the mat, the room suddenly became dark.On the balcony, Xiao Xian spread out the mat to block the not-so-glare morning light.

After all, the material is limited. Even though it is filled with "silver space water", this mat still cannot be made into a standard double bed mat, and can only be woven into a single bed size. Even so, Xiaoxian thinks it is enough Yes, there was a little sweat on the tip of her nose, as if she had done a strenuous exercise, not exhausted, but a sense of exhilaration.

"This mat is perfect," Xue Rou saw that Xiao Xian had finished weaving, and hurried out, touching the mat with her hands.When you hold it, there is warmth in the coldness, sticking to the skin, like silk and ice, even Xuerou, who has always been good at expressing, doesn't know what words to use to describe this mat.

"How can it be considered perfect? ​​It's a mat that has been preliminarily completed, and it's my first work." Xiaoxian was delighted. The mat she wove was not the most gratifying thing for her, but what she was happy about was that she had discovered a new way of cultivation. .

The reason for the continuous flow of spiritual power is not because her spatial spiritual power has improved substantially, but because she discovered a new method of absorbing and exercising spiritual power during the weaving process.

By infusing the silver-grade space water into the black wisteria, the black wisteria's own spiritual power and the silver-grade spiritual power merged to form a more pure spiritual power, which is very suitable for her and the sugarcane seedlings' cultivation.

Both Xiaobai Jiao and Mei Nian once said that one of the methods of cultivation is to devour the spiritual power of others, but that is not easy.

Through the weaving of these inexhaustible vines and grasses that grow everywhere, usually with negligible spiritual power but tens of thousands, she can find more stable and effective channels for new spiritual power, and can also Weaving such a black wisteria mat can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

Xuerou took the mat downstairs and showed it to Mother Zeng and Grandma Zeng. They couldn't put it down when they saw it, and when they heard that it was woven by Xiaoxian, they couldn't help but click their tongues.

The newly woven wisteria mat, the first thing Xiaoxian thought of was to send it back to her grandfather. The black wisteria originally had the effect of curing rheumatism and relieving summer heat, but last night Xiaoxian praised Haikou again, saying that she would use the remaining The black wisteria weaved a pillow towel for Mao Dazhu, he couldn't tear down the mat now and weave it into a pillow towel again.

After much deliberation, Xiao Xian made a phone call to Zhu Shijun in Ge Village. On the other end of the phone, the old man's voice was loud and his laughter rumbled. When he heard that Xiao Xian had learned how to weave mats, the old man first praised him, and then He used the tone of an old pedant to teach him a lesson, saying that he should not be playful and lose his mind, but should study hard and so on.

Xiaoxian felt relieved, thinking about the first few drops of fairy liquid from the sugarcane seedlings, it seems that the effect is very good, and grandpa won't be able to use this mat for the time being.

"Grandpa, do you still have any impression of the party constitution you left me?" The granddaughter's voice became a little more nervous, and Zhu Shijun stood next to the guest house at the entrance of the village, holding a telephone.

"That's a souvenir left by my grandfather when he went to the Central Party School. What's wrong?" Zhu Shijun's spring-wire-shaped telephone line was straightened.

That party constitution was the last bargaining chip he kept. The party constitution was decades ago, but the name on the party constitution was written a few years ago.

"Just curious, is the person above your friend?" Zhu Shijun is so alert, he has already heard the search meaning in Xiao Xian's tone.

Xiaoxian is doing very well in BJ. She has her own friends, and she will have a bright future. She has aunts and uncles who love her dearly. Even if her old bones are really going to be buried in Gecun, she is willing to do so. of.

"They are all friends who went to the party school together. Grandpa gave you this party constitution just as a souvenir," Zhu Shijun's words drifted into Xiao Xian's ears from the phone call.

"The thing is like this, my uncle, um, is the lovable uncle Mao I mentioned to you. He used to live in the old people's home. There is an old man who signed with your party constitution. The 'Yu Shanyang' has the same name," Xiaoxian continued to test, trying to smell something strange.

"It must be a coincidence. The people in the party constitution are more promising than your grandfather. If you really want to retreat to the second line, you should go to places like Chengde, Sanya to retire," Zhu Shijun replied at this time, but it was his truth. In my heart, Yu Shanyang said that he was the deputy director of the Tobacco Bureau when he was in office, but he was at the deputy ministerial level just like Zhu Shijun who was the director, but the administrative level was a little different.

Yu Shanyang is still a few years younger than him, and he should be exactly 65 years old this year. Veteran cadres at this level can delay their retirement by two to three years.

If he retires normally, Yu Shanyang enjoys a special housing subsidy, can be equipped with a special car and generous medical treatment, and he will never live in the remote nursing home that Xiao Xian said was funded by the street.

What's more, Yu Gang, Yu Shanyang's son, is still a dutiful son. Even if Yu Shanyang's wife died early, he would not allow the old man to live alone in the nursing home.

"Uncle Yu is really not the person that grandpa knows?" Xiao Xian knew her grandfather's temper well, and hearing his extremely sure tone, there should be no falsehood.

Listening to grandpa's tone, it seemed that he didn't want Xiaoxian to go to those people in the party constitution.

The classmates of the Central Party School in the past five or so years should all be doing well in the officialdom now. Is my grandfather afraid that she will find those people and lose his face?
My grandfather had that temper. When he first arrived in Gecun, it was also because of his cold face that he provoked a lot of gossip from the villagers.

"Hehe, although your grandfather is old, his memory is not bad. If you don't believe me, you can ask your Uncle Jin. I helped him figure out the harvesting situation of the early season of this year for him yesterday. Your Uncle Jin used a calculator. , I can’t even keep up with my mental arithmetic speed,” Zhu Shijun laughed loudly again, and Xiaoxian was infected by his pride, and also laughed sillyly beside the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Xiaoxian took the party constitution in her hand, thought about it, put it in her pocket, and instinctively told her that she had to go to the nursing home again.

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