Learn one small skill every day

"You can just space out while feeding a chicken?!"

As she spoke, the peasant woman said incredulously, "It's one thing that you're lazy and good-for-nothing all day, but when I ask you to feed the chickens, you start daydreaming about all sorts of nonsense?"

She grabbed Bai Miao's arm with a look of exasperation, and after making sure he wouldn't escape, she hit him repeatedly.

"I'll let you fantasize! I'll let you dream!"

With each slap, Bai Miao found that his thoughts were gradually becoming clearer.

Didn't I go to sleep after giving Hu Muyao a psychoanalysis?

Why am I suddenly being beaten by a peasant woman?

"Let go!"

Bai Miao suddenly burst out with strength, broke free of the body, pointed at the peasant woman in front of him, and sneered: "Damn it, you're like a persistent ghost, your nightmare syndrome is acting up again, isn't it?"

Bai Miao reacted quickly, realizing that he was dreaming and couldn't wake up immediately, which meant he had been infected again.

but why?

If I've already eliminated the source of my nightmares, why am I still having nightmares?

Bai Miao felt that his situation was indeed a nightmare.

The first thing she does when she gets up is feed the chickens. There isn't even a pig in the house, so they are definitely a poor household. Moreover, this farmer woman, who looks like the mother, is also quick to discipline people with a stick if they disagree with them.

It's crazy.

"Nightmare? Did you sleep so hard you became stupid?"

The peasant woman seemed to have a good plan for dealing with this situation. She turned around and picked up a wooden stick about three fingers thick: "Are you going to keep talking nonsense? If you say another word, I'll hit you with this stick."

"Okay, then tell me where this place is, the population distribution of this country, the specific GDP figures for each province and city, as well as issues such as unemployment rate and housing prices."

"one two three four……"

The peasant woman silently kept count, and after Bai Miao stopped talking, she smiled wryly: "You just said ten sentences in one go."

After saying that, he swung the stick at Bai Miao.

Bai Miao instinctively tried to dodge, but found that the body had become stiff and awkward. He was quickly grabbed and severely beaten on the buttocks.

"hiss!"

This beating brought Bai Miao back to his senses.

This nightmare seems to have something special about it!

I'm starting to limit my abilities!

"Let me emphasize this again: a matchmaker will be coming over later to arrange a marriage for you. She'll also be assessing you. You're fairly good-looking, but you're not very bright. However, if you can get past the matchmaker, you'll be able to get a wife."

As she spoke, the peasant woman grabbed Bai Miao's ear and said, "I found you a few matchmakers the other day, but you foolishly dismissed them all, always complaining that you didn't want to join the organization. This matchmaker is from another village and will introduce you to girls from out of town. If you can get rid of the matchmaker, find a wife, and have her give me a big, fat grandson, then I won't hit you anymore!"

You just want to create an alt account...

Bai Miao thought to himself that after being beaten up, he really didn't dare to say anything out of line.

This person really has no patience at all.

They'll start fighting at the drop of a hat.

Bai Miao gradually calmed down and pondered how to break the deadlock.

Previously on the Endless Energy, he could use his captain's authority to order Emma and the others to do a lot of things, which caused Nightmare's computing power to collapse.

But now, this guy isn't taking my challenge.

No matter what you asked, you got a beating.

Bai Miao didn't know what these memories were based on.

If the nightmare is an independent world that it generates itself, then destroying the nightmare would probably be quite difficult.

Could it be... related to Hu Muyao?

Could Hu Muyao's bizarre spiritual entity be the blueprint for the nightmare?

Chapter 207 I'm Really Not Crazy

After feeding the chickens, Bai Miao, under his mother's coercion, squatted in the yard waiting for the matchmaker to arrive.

This prevented Bai Miao from even running out to check out the structure of the village.

Bai Miao felt that the place he was in was closer to the modern era.

There was a square black and white TV in the house, with a satellite dish attached to the outside to receive the signal.

Although it's not very clear what's on the distant mountain, it should be a power transmission tower or similar facility.

Unable to leave the courtyard, Bai Miao could only stare blankly at the muddy road outside. Every now and then, a rural man would lead his cow past the gate, but upon seeing Bai Miao, he would quicken his pace with disdain.

Just then, Bai Miao suddenly saw a familiar figure walking out of the village.

Hu Muyao was carrying a bamboo basket, wearing a grayish short shirt and straw sandals, with his hair in two braids, and he was hurrying along with his head down.

Bai Miao was startled, wondering if Hu Muyao had also been dragged into the nightmare?

Has my nightmare disorder been contagious?

Wouldn't Zhao Wanyang and his group, whom I met today, also be dragged into this?

Is this nightmare the kind where everyone is in one place for easy management?

This nightmare has evolved to such an advanced level.

Rather than designing nightmares for each individual, gathering everyone together in one place and binding them all in a virtual world would probably be more efficient.

In that instant, Bai Miao also thought of possible culprits.

That being who hopes to use nightmares as energy to create his descendants.

He abandoned all martial ethics and personally got involved.

Bai Miao cursed under his breath and shouted at Hu Muyao.

Hu Muyao looked up at Bai Miao, a hint of fear in his eyes, and ran past Bai Miao's door, unstoppable no matter how much he was called.

"What are you shouting about in broad daylight?!"

His mother rushed out of the house with a rolling pin in her hand and slammed it down on Bai Miao's back, making him gasp.

"Shouting, shouting, have you forgotten how many times you've scared Hu Muyao away?"

Bai Miao said with some grievance, "Her? What did I do to her?"

By asking this, Bai Miao also wanted to know what his setting was in the nightmare.

Why are they so disliked by both people and dogs?

"You still have the nerve to ask? The other day you were harassing her every day, and her grandma chased you into the field with a manure scoop."

At this point, she became even more furious.

"Her grandmother was somewhat educated and was planning to ask her to write some congratulatory messages for your wedding. Now, we have to spend extra money to hire someone else to write them. What a spendthrift!"

It's quite well-written.

Bai Miao crossed his arms in front of him: "I can write it myself, why would I need to find someone else?"

However, Bai Miao was met with several more blows.

Bai Miao, unable to bear the beating any longer, snatched the stick away: "I'll write it down for you right now!"

Bai Miao was about to write his name on the muddy ground when he suddenly couldn't remember how to write the character "Bai".

Am I even being intellectually limited?

In the blink of an eye, the rolling pin was snatched back.

"You still claim you can write? Even if you can write, what's the point of gesturing with your livelihood on the ground?"

Bai Miao was hit twice more.

"You're going to hit me with this thing?! Does that mean I won't get dirty?"

"How dare you talk back!"

"Mom, stop hitting her! Stop hitting her!!"

Bai Miao was really starting to lose his composure.

No matter what you do, you'll get beaten up.

So, to avoid physical pain, Bai Miao once again chose to remain silent, quietly observing the passersby in the village and memorizing their appearances.

Several of them gave Bai Miao a sense of familiarity.

I think I've seen the elderly men and women selling vegetables at the market before.

Even more strangely, Bai Miao also saw Zhao Wanyang running through the village.

It's a complete hodgepodge.

Those who leave the village to farm are the vegetable sellers I remember...

Something's not right here in my house.

This place seems to be located high up in the village, at the entrance to the village and the adjacent valley.

Compared to the low-lying settlement as a whole, Bai Miao's own feng shui was extremely bad.

What pleased Bai Miao was not that he had discovered the problem, but that the knowledge in his mind had not disappeared.

My memories remain, and the skills I learned are still applicable.

However, after trying it a few times, Bai Miao found that only the knowledge-based skills he had learned seemed to be effective, while skills that required manual manipulation and altering the body's structure were completely unusable.

So Bai Miao ran into the house, pulled his mother aside and said, "I think we need to move our house to a different place; the feng shui here is very bad."

Come on, let's see how you respond.

Bai Miao needed to demonstrate a level of knowledge that was not appropriate for this place. Although he had forgotten how to write characters, all the knowledge was in his mind.

"What's wrong with you now? Huh?!"