The farm life of a master of metaphysics

Chapter 10

After dawn the next day, Song Ying felt that her spirit was much better.

Stretching, Song Ying put on her clothes and went out.

She didn't look carefully yesterday because she was tired, and now she finally has some free time, so Song Ying walked around the yard and looked at the house in front of her.

I don't know if I don't see it, I'm startled when I see it.

"How could this be?"

After chanting such a sentence, Song Ying thought of something, so she hurried towards the room where her father Song Zhi lived.

"Dad, dad!" Song Ying shouted loudly.

No one answered, as if Song Zhi was not at home at all.

Song Ying pushed the door of her father's room with her hand, and saw that the door was bolted from the inside, so she rushed towards the door without thinking.

Perhaps it was because no one had lived in this house for a long time, the door was knocked open by Song Ying at once.

At this time, Song Zhi was lying on the bed, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was in a state of alarm.

When Song Ying saw it, she knew it was not good, so she pressed down on a few acupuncture points on her father's body.

After a while, Song Zhi finally opened his eyes and saw Song Ying sitting on the side with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Girl! It's good to see you! Dad seemed to be trapped before. I really wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't!"

"Father, it's okay, you are too tired, that's why you are like this! Come on, get up and walk around now! Wash your face with cold water, it will be much better!" Song Ying smiled and comforted at this moment.

Song Zhi didn't think too much, and sat up by himself after hearing what his daughter said.

Song Ying also avoided going out at this moment, and gently pulled the door over.

After letting out a sigh of relief, Song Ying came to the other side of the yard.

After all the weeds in the yard were removed, it was already dark, so Song Ying didn't notice the weirdness here.

The house has problems, big problems.

There is an idiom called outstanding people, which indirectly shows the importance of good geomantic omen in a place.

Nature also has five elements. According to Song Ying's prophecy, it is the coordination of yin and yang, and the mutual generation of five elements.

But in this yard, the fire is too hot and the water is restrained.

No wonder when I came here yesterday, most of the vegetation here was withered. It turned out to be because of this reason.

The reason why Song Zhi was unconscious and trapped was also because of the abundance of water in his numerology.

Water and fire are incompatible, water overcomes fire.

But this place is too hot, even if Song Zhi is full of water, he is only one person, this amount of water conflicts with the fire of this place, so he is suppressed to death.

If Song Ying hadn't rushed in in time and used acupoint stimulation to break through the trouble of anger, Song Zhi would have been trapped forever and would not be able to wake up from now on.

However, this method is only a temporary solution, not the root cause. When Song Zhi falls asleep again, he will still be trapped by anger.

So Song Ying must solve this problem from the root.

Just at this time, Song Zhi put on his clothes and came out.

"Father, I don't think there is a well in this yard. Where did the water you used come from?" Song Ying asked after thinking about it.

"Old Uncle Li sent someone to send it over!" Song Zhi was taken aback for a moment, recalled the situation yesterday carefully, and replied.

"Father, does anyone in our village know how to dig a well? We have to dig a well ourselves, otherwise it will be too troublesome to use water in the future!" Song Ying thought for a while and said.

"Dig wells, your Uncle Zhao knows how to dig wells, I'll ask him later!" Although Song Zhi didn't know why his daughter was so obsessed with digging wells, he still replied.

"Father, go find Uncle Zhao now! The well must be drilled out today!" Song Ying said seriously.

"But we haven't had breakfast yet!" Song Zhi hesitated and said.

"It's okay, I can do it myself, Dad, go find Uncle Zhao!" Song Ying waved her hand and said.

After taking a look at his daughter, Song Zhi finally nodded and left immediately.

After the figure of her father got farther and farther away, Song Ying started to walk around the yard seriously.

"Dry one against two away, three shocks, four downs, five hurdles, six!" Song Ying muttered in her mouth while walking around with steps.

"If you want moisture, you need Kanzhongman, yes, it's here!" Song Ying said, walked a few more steps, and finally stopped at a place.

Standing here, Song Ying exhaled deeply, felt the moisture around her, and smiled on her face.

Afterwards, Song Ying found some stones and piled them where she stood before.

"It's done!" Song Ying happily patted the ashes on her hands, then went to the kitchen to wash her hands and make breakfast.

The chicken soup was warmed up last night, and then Song Ying went to see the food sent by the villagers.

After looking at it, Song Ying finally took out some taro, threw it directly into the stove, and wrapped it with hot firewood.

If there is no rice noodles, it is also possible to use taro as the staple food.

It's just that there is not much water left in the stove, and there is no way to wash the taro, so Song Ying can only be lazy and cook the taro with the firewood ash in the stove to eat.

When the taro was almost ripe, Song Zhi finally came back.

This time, Song Zhi returned with another load of water.

"Ying'er! Dad is back! Your Uncle Zhao said that he will dig a well for us after finishing the housework. By the way, I also told Uncle Li about our well digging! Old Li Uncle said, as long as we can dig out the water, we can do whatever we want!"

Song Ying heard her father's voice, picked up the taro from the stove, and replied: "Hey, I see! Dad, come in and have breakfast first!"

When Song Zhi heard this, he picked up the water and saw Song Ying peeling the taro.

"Why did you peel it off yourself, put it there!"

"Father, your hand is injured. I'll peel it off for you first, so you can eat it directly!" Song Ying said while speeding up the movement of her hand.

Soon, a large pile of taro was peeled, and the father and daughter went to the table together and started eating.

The taro is very filling, and the chicken soup is oily and watery, so after the father and daughter had a full meal, both of them regained their energy.

"Father, I think there are still a lot of taro. From now on, let's eat taro first. If possible, let's see who has taro in the village. Let's go and buy some. It's better than eating miscellaneous grains! "Song Ying thought of something and said.

Song Zhi felt a little sad when he heard this.

My daughter must have never had enough to eat at Lao Song's house, and she would feel that taro is better than miscellaneous grains when she eats this taro.

You know, every household has a lot of taro, and the only one who really eats this is his daughter Song Ying.

(End of this chapter)