It's unusual for a farmer to have a girl

Chapter 22 Black Black
Because of the power of space, the hawthorn tree and Li Xiaomian were thrown in together.

In the space, except for a small piece of green crops and the dendrobium, the rest is still full of yellow sand.

Xiao Mian walked around in the space while rubbing her butt that was sore from the yellow sand.

Hawthorn tree, where should I plant it?
Suddenly, she froze.

The space is full of finely divided yellow sand, where did it come from?
She squinted and looked at the space, looking at the place where she fell into.

There is……

Li Xiaomian ran over abruptly.

Pushing aside the yellow sand, a three-legged black ball was exposed.

"Hei Wu, I knew that you must still be there."

Xiao Mian happily hugged the alchemy stove, poured out the contents, and carefully cleaned the yellow sand from its body.

"Heiwu, are you okay? Did you know? We crossed again."

While wiping the alchemy furnace, Xiao Mian was talking about it.

Heiwu followed her in the first life, and she has always been used as a cosmetic box.

In the second life, she followed her all the way to fight monsters and advance to alchemy and immortality.

When she advanced to the Golden Core, Hei Wu gave birth to Qi Ling.

But now, she couldn't sense the existence of the Artifact Spirit, and Hei Wu became a silent and cold existence again.

Maybe it's because he changed his body in this life and needs to recognize the Lord again with a drop of blood?

"Yes, it must be so." Thinking of this, Xiao Mian's eyes lit up, and she bit her finger, blood dripping on the alchemy stove.

One drop, two drops...

Pill Furnace is still unresponsive.

"Xiao Hei, wake up, Xiao Hei..."

Li Xiaomian couldn't help but shed tears.

Tears dripped on the alchemy furnace, and a faint sigh came.

Under Xiao Mian's surprised eyes, the pill furnace slowly turned into a ray of light and flew towards Xiao Mian's dantian.

However, Xiao Mian's body has no spiritual roots, no energy gathering, so where is the dantian.

Lingguang rampaged through Xiao Mian's body, blood overflowed along her skin, and the pain made her drenched in cold sweat.

"Xiao Hei, it's useless."

Xiao Mian weakly wanted to stop it.

Suddenly, the spiritual light exploded in Xiaomian's dantian.

Li Xiaomian passed out.

I do not know how long it has been.Xiao Mian woke up covered in blood.

Looking at the dull alchemy furnace lying beside her, Xiao Mian felt mixed feelings.

Hei Wu left.

It used its last life to help itself open up the dantian.

Now, she is already a rookie with five spiritual roots and a first-level qi training.

Five spiritual roots, in this world lacking aura, it is difficult to build a foundation.

"Xiao Hei, you are so stupid, it's not worth it!"

Xiao Mian hugged the pill furnace and was sad for a while before calming down.

She knew that only if she lived strong and lived well, could she be worthy of Hei Wu's efforts.

Looking to the side, what was poured out of the alchemy furnace just now.

A pack of spiritual plant seeds, a Wujin Soul Locking Fan, and a finger-twisting Qiankun Bell.

This is what Heiwu kept in his arms when the space collapsed, and left it to himself.

Spiritual planting of seeds is urgently needed in the current space.

The Wujin Soul Locking Fan belongs to the elder brother, and he borrowed it to pretend to be chic before the accident.

Point to the Qiankun Bell, this is Fire Qilin's storage bell, he never leaves his body, when did he put it in the space?
Looking at the wrench in his hand, the jasper has lost its luster, and the vivid little bell on the wrench no longer turns.

Suddenly, Li Xiaomian saw a faint line of blood in the bell, her heart tightened, and she had a bad feeling.

Fire Qilin must have had an accident...

But she was powerless.

Xiao Mian planted all the spiritual plant seeds in the space.Then he left the space and returned home dejectedly.

Heiwu's departure and worry about Huo Qilin left her at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Xiao Mian thought blankly: What is the meaning of time travel?
Is it just to taste the taste of life and death?
One time is not enough, do it again?
Li Xiaomian's sudden depression was felt by everyone in the Li family.

Song asked if she was sick?
Xiao Mian shook her head, saying that she was thinking about other ways to make money.

Sugar snowballs and candied haws are winter business.It cannot be sold after the hot weather.

With this excuse, Xiao Mian sleeps at home for three days.

Song was sure that she was really not sick, so she was relieved.

Thinking about it, the child must be tired, so let her stay in bed.

Li Shi also said: "Xiao Mian has been getting up early to cook sugar for so many days, can she not be tired? This child is also sensible and doesn't cry or make trouble."

Li Benshan said: "Don't bother her, let her have a good rest. When a child grows up, he lacks sleep."

Therefore, during these three days, the family was careful not to make any noise, so as not to affect Xiao Mian's rest.

As for what she said about thinking about ways to make money, no one took it seriously.

Is it so easy to think about ways to make money?

Xiao Sanshun scratched the door frame and probed his head.

Why is the second sister so lazy?He wants to play with the second sister, okay?

Li Xiaomian looked over lazily.

Xiao Sanshun ran over in a hurry, looking up at her with his head up.

Li Xiaomian waved his hand, "There's no sugar for you. Go play by yourself."

"I have candy. Will the second sister play with me?"

Xiao Sanshun took out and took out a bare candy from his pocket.

The dark candy was covered with bits of grass.

The little guy held the candy far away.

Li Xiaomian raised his eyebrows: "Damn boy, have you learned how to seduce people?"

Inexplicably, she felt much happier.

The annual rings will not stop turning because of someone's departure, someone's helplessness, and someone's joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

In a blink of an eye, the end of the year is approaching.

Children, children, don’t be greedy, after Laba is the new year, drink Laba porridge for a few days, and drink until 23...

During the Chinese New Year, the farmers slaughtered pigs and sheep to wear floral dresses.

This year of the Li family has been busy.

Because there is an annual meeting before the year, and a temple fair after the year.

Annual meetings and temple fairs are the golden stage of the Li family's candied haws and candied snowball business.

The whole family got up early and worked hard at night.

Because she was too busy, until the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Sanshun went out crying and went home.

After eating the eggs all winter, Sanshun's body became much stronger, and the little guy cried loudly.

"I want to wear a floral dress, I want to wear a floral dress? Woooooo..."

Only then did Song realize that the New Year's Eve has not yet been sold.

Dazhu made fun of Sanshun: "Girls only wear floral dresses."

Sanshun cried for a while: "Ping An is wearing a floral dress, woo woo woo..."

Ping'an is the youngest son of Aunt Lihua's family.

Although he was still sobbing, his voice was much quieter.

Song Shi and Li Shi looked at each other.

Is it too late to make new clothes now?
Mrs. Li shook her head: "Buzhuang is closed."

Song: "Then I'll cut some more meat."

Xiao Mian: "Buy some red paper, pen and ink, and write Spring Festival couplets."

Song turned her head to look at her second daughter.

She knows how many children take time to learn to write, but can they write Spring Festival couplets?

Will you be laughed at?
Xiao Mian said with a smile: "Buy a pair to paste on the gate, and we will write the rest of the blessings and birthdays, and the garden will be full of spring. We will paste it in our own home, so why not be afraid."

Song Shi nodded, and then hurried out.

Don't be too late, even if there is no more meat for the year, then Sanshun is not easy to coax.

Mrs. Song bought three catties of pork. After all, it was too late, so they could even out so much.

I bought red paper, pen and ink, and some yellow paper.

It's Chinese New Year, and the child's father has to be invited to the house to make offerings and burn paper money.

(End of this chapter)