Learn one small skill every day

"Then I'll teach you math, you won't object, will you?"

Bai Miao still hoped to prove his ability in this aspect.

Nightmares must adhere to their own established logic. If the villagers' trust can be gained in a logical manner, it will be easier to carry out the subsequent plan.

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Wanyang shook her head and said, "You did teach me a lot before you took the college entrance exam, but now that you're teaching me, I don't know if you're really teaching me or not."

Good grief, you're trying to deny my abilities based on whether the information is true or false, huh?

Bai Miao quickly came up with a plan: "How about this, I'll teach you how to farm. Your grapes look a bit wilted, but I can guarantee they'll grow better this year. You can trust me then, right?"

Zhao Wanyang was taken aback: "Grapes... Oh! Are you thinking of messing with my grapes again?"

With a snap, Bai Miao's shoulder was slapped.

Chapter 208 The Crimson-Level Trial Returns

"Hey, hey, stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

Bai Miao covered his head with his hands: "How dare I mess with your grapes in your yard? I'd get locked up and beaten up!"

Zhao Wanyang thought about it and realized that this made sense. Previously, because part of the cherry tree at home was growing outside, Bai Miao had an opportunity to take advantage of it, while the grapes were all inside the house.

So she put away the stick, pointed in the direction of her house, and said, "Then come and try it. I want to see how capable you are."

Bai Miao followed Zhao Wanyang into the courtyard, only to be startled by several barks from the dogs.

"Go, go, go! Get out of the way!"

Zhao Wanyang waved a stick, chasing the snarling dog back to its kennel. Then she closed the gate and looked at Bai Miao warily: "I've locked the gate properly, so don't do anything rash, or I'll beat you to death!"

Bai Miao stood under the grape trellis, repeatedly confirming the knowledge about agriculture in his mind.

No problem, I can tell which grapes aren't growing well and know how to adjust them.

"Come here and write down everything I say."

Bai Miao beckoned Zhao Wanyang over and explained, word by word, exactly what was wrong with this bunch of grapes and how to remedy the situation so that the grapes would grow bigger and fuller in two months, instead of being withered like in previous years.

Zhao Wanyang was skeptical, but seeing Bai Miao's serious expression, she still took out her notebook and wrote it down.

"Is this grapevine yours?"

Bai Miao hoped to use this opportunity to gain the trust of Zhao Wanyang's family.

Zhao Wanyang was, after all, a student, and she needed to gain the trust of adults.

"No, my dad told me to grow it for fun."

"Oh...then you can take these notes and ask him about them, and see if it works."

Bai Miao thought for a moment, then asked, "By the way, what does your father do? I don't remember a lot of things."

"My dad is the security guard at the village reservoir."

"A reservoir?"

Zhao Wanyang seemed used to Bai Miao's absurd questions: "There's a reservoir upstream from the village, right? State-owned enterprise security guards, aren't they impressive?"

"awesome……"

Reservoir...

This also matches up.

Are police officers being converted into security guards?

The setting here seems somewhat similar to the memory of going to the reservoir.

Zhao Wanyang's father, a policeman, went to the reservoir to maintain order, but was later injured by a monster in the reservoir using a mental attack.

"Then wait for him to come back from get off work and show it to him. I'm going home now."

After taking a stroll around, I got a general idea of ​​the village's layout. I wondered if everyone was out farming at this time of year, as there were very few people in the village.

The houses can be roughly divided into two categories. One type has a courtyard wall similar to Zhao Wanyang's house, made of bricks and painted with white paint. The other type is like Bai Miao's house, with a bamboo fence that is just a symbolic enclosure.

Feeling that it was about time, Bai Miao quickly walked towards his home.

Before I even reached the door, I saw Granny Feng shoving her mother in the yard, the mother holding a bamboo basket of eggs in her hand.

After a few rounds of tug-of-war, Granny Feng, with a smile, took the eggs, got on the tractor, and left the village.

"You're smart enough to go further away this time."

Bai Miao thought he would get a beating for wandering around the village, but his mother's attitude turned so kind to him.

So Bai Miao mustered his courage and asked, "Have...everything been agreed upon?"

"It seems things have been settled; a wife has been found."

It seems that the reason she was happy was the opportunity to hold her grandson.

Perhaps in her eyes, she is just a breeding machine?

Before Bai Miao could ask about the specific details, he was called to the kitchen to help.

"Make the dough."

Bai Miao looked at the murky water and was puzzled.

"What are you standing there for? Want a beating?"

"This water... is so dirty."

"Dirty? You'll be able to drink it after being locked up for a few days. You wake up after a nap and start complaining about this and that. If you don't want to eat, then get out. You're not eating today either!"

The techniques for kneading dough were not forgotten, but they were limited to a very basic level.

After kneading the dough with the murky water, Bai Miao cautiously asked, "Isn't there a reservoir above the village...? Why is the water so dirty?"

"The water up there is all fenced off, what kind of good water do you want?"

As she spoke, she pulled over a plastic pipe; the water was drawn from there.

When the valve is opened, the water flowing out is turbid and contains some mud and sand.

This water is not clean.

Bai Miao frowned: "Mom, I have a way to make this water clear."

The idea of ​​making a water filter was also in Bai Miao's mind.

It can be achieved with just gravel, cotton, and charcoal, which are readily available in rural areas.

Moreover, the production process doesn't require much skill. Simply put it in, pour in the dirty water, and you'll see the water on the other end become clear.

What's gotten into you now?

But it was clear that his mother didn't want to believe Bai Miao. This time, however, Bai Miao said with unusual firmness, "Let me try! Just once! I'm really better now!"

As he spoke, Bai Miao began searching for materials.

Charcoal can be found in the kitchen, and there are plenty of pebbles outside.

It's cotton, which might have to be taken from the bedding.

When Bai Miao started rummaging through the cabinets and found the cotton quilts he would use for winter, his mother rushed over and kicked him in the buttocks, sending him flying quite a distance.

"You spendthrift son, you're even starting to play with cotton wool now?!"

"This purified water will do! Just a little bit is fine!"

It seemed to be the first time they had seen Bai Miao act so erratically, and even when he was being beaten, he didn't let go. Bai Miao's mother was also somewhat shaken.

As the saying goes, even the most ruthless are afraid of those who have no regard for their lives. She was genuinely afraid that if Bai Miao injured her, no one would want her.

Here, have some!

Under Bai Miao's insistence, she finally compromised once and placed a small ball of cotton in Bai Miao's hand.

Bai Miao hurriedly stuffed the collected items into a thick pipe, then slowly poured the dirty water from the bowl into it, and placed another bowl at the pipe's outlet to collect the purified water.

The effect was immediate; soon, drops of clear water began to flow down.

Just as Bai Miao was about to show his mother the results, she snatched the bowl and splashed the water out.

Bai Miao was stunned: "You..."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'? This water has been filtered through stones and charcoal, how can it still be drunk?! Huh?!"

"But it is indeed cleaner... After boiling the water, it will definitely be better than it is now. And the first few times of filtered water can be discarded, the water after that will definitely be much cleaner."

"That's utter nonsense! You've picked up this gibberish from who-knows-where, and you're not allowed to do that again!"

After saying that, she took out the cotton, squeezed out the water, and placed it on the dam, preparing to dry it and put it back.

Seeing her performance, Bai Miao suddenly realized that no matter how much useful knowledge he demonstrated, given the limited knowledge of the villagers, they would only think he was talking nonsense.

They only trust their own experience and are not easily swayed by external information.

"You're wasting your time. Go back inside and stay there. Come and eat when the food is ready."

Muttering and grumbling, she went back to the kitchen.

For lunch, I had boiled noodles with some wild vegetables, but the taste was unpalatable.

After lunch, Bai Miao lay on the bed and heard his mother leaving the room.

The farm work at home was mostly done by the mother alone; she didn't expect Bai Miao to be able to do it at all.

She was eagerly hoping that he would get married and have a son soon.

The afternoon sun is at its strongest, but because she was busy dealing with matchmakers this morning, she had to go to the fields under such scorching sun.

Bai Miao volunteered to go over: "I'll help too."

"Just go home and lie down. What if you get sick from this scorching sun? Your brother-in-law is coming to check on you tomorrow. You still have to get through this last hurdle."

When two families get married, the newlyweds will probably only meet for the first time at the wedding.

What if she's ugly?

Bai Miao thought to himself that the local customs were truly outrageous.

What era are we living in? Why are people still doing traditional matchmaking?