Interstellar Farmer

There is no hatred for no reason, and there is no love for no reason. This is a good saying. It tells us that everything has a reason, and I suddenly became the current situation, and there is also an incentive, Han Zhen thought.

Diarrhea can pull the congenitally weak body? This is certainly impossible. What exactly changed him, Han Zhen made up his mind to find out.

From the rare introductions about alien civilizations, Han Zhen knew that there was a medicine in this world that could prolong life several times, correct and optimize defective human genes, but that was only possible for civilizations above level five. Even the Tianton Empire does not have it. The Tianton Empire is one of the three alien civilizations that China has come into contact with so far. The civilization level is three. None of them, why would they appear on me?

medicine? Han Zhen walked into the kitchen. Before the change happened, he only ate chicken soup. Could it be because of the chicken soup? Looking at the chicken soup that was no different from usual, Han Zhen fell into deep thought.

It's a bet, it's okay to pull it a few more times, anyway, it won't kill you, not to mention it will be beneficial, who doesn't like a better body! Han Zhen shouted loudly to strengthen himself, just happened to be hungry again, and he understood This is because the nutrition did not keep up after the body got better. Han Zhen turned on the fire and simmered the chicken soup for another half an hour, then held the stew pot and ate it directly. He drank the soup, chewed the meat, and swallowed all the dregs of the traditional Chinese medicine.

With a sound of jumping, a piece of thin wood the size of half a palm made Han Zhen's teeth hurt. When did this extra stuff come out? This piece of wood was obviously made of wood, but after being boiled for such a long time, it was still as hard as a steel plate. But the feeling of holding it in the hand told Han Zhen very clearly that this is a piece of wood, there is no doubt about it.

If there are no other accidents, it should be the one that caused my change. Han Zhen played with this piece of wood, he was familiar with it, and thought about it carefully: Isn't this one of the gifts that my second uncle brought me? How could it appear in the soup pot!

Han Zhen's father is Han Shou, who died on the earth when Han Zhen was not born. Han Hu, Han Zhen's uncle, is still serving as an officer in the earth's defense zone, at the rank of colonel. He returned to Yanhuangxing two months ago to report on his duties At that time, he brought back a large bag of Chinese herbal medicines and some accessories from the earth to Han Zhen. This small piece of wood is one of them.

Did you really change me? Han Zhen said to himself. Thinking back on it: I answered Sun Jing’s phone call while I was making soup, and after answering the call, I threw the scattered Chinese medicine into the stew pot. It should be at this time that I threw it in together, um, it seems like I did it two days ago He also carried this piece of wood around to play with, and it was placed in the kitchen casually? Han Zhen licked his uncomfortable lips stimulated by the dregs of traditional Chinese medicine, it's not such a coincidence!

A very ordinary small piece of wood, light brown, very similar to cinnamon, which may be one of the reasons why I threw it into the saucepan; the material seems to be made of oak bark, which is commonly known as Made of cork; needless to say the size, it can be pinched completely in the palm of the hand; the thickness is very thin, only about half a centimeter, and it feels as if it can be broken with a little force; the wood chip Only simple artificial treatment has been done on the periphery, and it looks very simple. There is a small hole in the upper part, which can be worn with a rope. It is estimated to be a simple wooden hanging ornament; On the basis of a circle, a complex polygon is drawn by adding various graphics. The periphery of the polygon is a small short horizontal line with three circles of different lengths. Some of them look like gossip, but more and shorter It is even more irregular; on the other hand, it is very concise, with no words, only a few strokes, and it is a very abstract plant. These patterns have been dyed with a dye that is very similar to the color of the wood chips themselves, so you can't really tell if you don't look closely.

What the hell is this? What kind of secret does it hold? Han Zhen asked himself again. Still the same as the previous few times, no one gave him an answer.

Han Zhen couldn't think about it any longer, his stomach started to rumble again, this time it was fine, only came eight times, and the abdominal pain was relieved a lot. After pulling, Han Zhen went to check again. Fortunately, the value did not drop, but the increase was not much.

You are playing tricks on the eighth floor. I must unravel this secret. If it can continue to be like this, I will admit it even if I have diarrhea every day. Han Zhen held the wood chip very preciously, and went into the kitchen again.

Open two pots, put the wood chips in one pot, and leave the other pot alone. Chicken nuggets, medicinal materials, and seasonings are all put in the same way. After half an hour, drink the chicken soup without the wood chips first. bowl, after waiting for an hour, there was no reaction; drink another bowl, not to mention, there was a reaction, but it was over after only pulling a few times,

It really is you! Han Zhen kissed it fiercely, and laughed out loud as he saw the slightly increased physical examination form.

There is no rush to go back, Han Zhen is now determined to understand the research on wood chips. I called my mother and told my mother that I wanted to stay. I also told my mother that my health had improved, and I sent a copy of the latest medical check-up sheet. Zhen Yaling wept with joy, if she hadn't been attending an important meeting in Dizhou that she couldn't leave, she would have rushed over as soon as possible.

Han Zhen didn't say anything about the wood chips on the phone, and it was hard to believe when he said it. It was too weird, and he didn't know if there were any side effects. I'd better wait until I figured it out before thinking about what to say.

In the past seven days, Han Zhen has exhausted all methods to solve the mystery with the little information he can get.

The second uncle seemed to have said that day that some of the trinkets he brought me were from the jurisdiction of the European countries. Among the four countries, the relationship between China and the European countries is relatively better. The second uncle bought some souvenirs when he went to the European jurisdiction for mutual visits, so the wood chips may have come from Europe. Of course, it’s only possible. It doesn’t rule out that it’s an ancient cultural relic from ancient China, or it’s a high-tech product from aliens. Everything is possible!

Taking out the private money he had saved for several years, Han Zhen bought a small molecular inspection machine and conducted a comprehensive inspection of the wood chips. , compositional structure, molecular pattern, age estimation,...there is only one sentence that annoys Han Zhenji: Can't judge!

Han Zhen began to wonder if the inspection machine was broken, but after being checked by the repairman, everything was normal.