Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Chapter 168

Children will not default on debts they can pay.

Although she lied, she was indeed working hard to cultivate her spiritual energy.

I also asked An Xi.

But she said that was impossible.

"Don't do anything reckless. An ordinary person's Dantian can't withstand the spiritual energy. If you force it in, his Dantian will be broken and he will die."

The child thought this was very similar to what happened to her on the Lingku Plank Road, so she asked, "What if we only add a little bit?"

An Xi said seriously, "Let me tell you this, have you ever eaten belly-stuffed meat?"

The child nodded. They had cooked in the big kitchen before, and she had eaten a lot. An Xi continued, "An ordinary person's Dantian is like a belly filled with meat, filled to the brim with foul air. When they sharpen their muscles and bones, wield their swords and practice martial arts, it's like boiling this belly filled with meat. In the end, the foul air will be boiled into something that warriors call internal force, and using it is almost the same as using spiritual power.

But the difference is that the spiritual power of the extraordinary people must absorb spiritual energy from the outside and then circulate and temper it, so that the dantian becomes tough and then absorbs more spiritual energy, so that it can become more and more. If the spiritual power is used up, the dantian will be empty and it must be absorbed again.

Their internal strength comes from their own turbid air. Even if the internal strength is used up, the dantian will not be empty, and it will still be full of turbid air.

Let’s put it this way, the Dantian of an ordinary person is a belly full of fat that will never be empty, while the Dantian of an extraordinary person is an empty belly.

You can only stuff one kind of thing into the empty one, and the same goes for the full one. Besides, there are already things in it, so if you stuff even a little bit of something different into it, it will explode with a bang.

Do you understand?

When the child asked, An Xi was covered in dust and was making firecrackers. His mind was confused and his words were not very clear.

She stuffed different things into the firecracker, and then the firecracker blew her up.

Logically speaking, using firecrackers as an analogy might be easier to understand, but for some reason her mind was full of things like belly-stuffed meat, stuffed eggs, and the fact that sudden inspiration is the most taboo thing when cooking.

The child understood what she said, but said, "Sister Xi, are you really okay?"

Her head was a little steamy.

With spiritual energy protecting her body, An Xi was naturally fine, she was just being chased and beaten by her parents.

But afterwards, An Xi still gave the child some ideas. It would definitely not work to inject spiritual energy into him. Only those who didn't know the truth would come up with such a stupid idea. But the child could use other methods to return the spiritual energy to him.

For example - pressing the gravel.

Relax muscles and bones, massage to dredge meridians.

As long as it doesn't enter the Dantian, everything will be fine. Some practitioners who are short of money will make this their career.

However, this requires a very high level of control over spiritual energy. With a child's ability...

It’s better not to try it easily.

For example - raising pets.

The child only needs to buy a spirit stone or a chicken, feed the spirit stone to it. If it turns into a monster, pass the spiritual power to it, and finally hand it over to Zhang Fengci. Ordinary people will be punished by heaven if they eat it, but it is good for guarding the house.

If it doesn't turn into a monster, it will have to be sent to the kitchen and started all over again.

It's a sin.

The child doesn't want to do it.

Another example is alchemy.

However, this is very expensive, and the child does not know the properties of medicines and pharmacology. After listening to a few sentences, his eyes were empty. If he continued to listen, An Xi would not be able to do it either. It is not easy to become a doctor, let alone a medicine practitioner.

The two untalented people sat together with a sympathetic heart.

There is no need to mention exorcising demons and catching monsters. They are fine and there is no need for any help at all.

That only leaves one thing. An Xi said, "Go and farm. Plants and trees, even if they have some spirituality, won't easily develop intelligence. Once they sprout, nourish them with spiritual energy. As long as you plant enough, even if some can't bear it and die, you can still have a few left."

Plant the seeds again after they have grown. Over time you will be able to cultivate good spiritual plants. You can eat them or sell them. When you have paid off your debts, you will still have a piece of spiritual field left.

You can farm the land and learn to press the soil at the same time. I estimate that in a few years, you can pay off the debt. I asked my father to be the middleman to talk to him and make a written agreement. You don't have to worry about him blackmailing you."

This idea is really sound, the only problem is that the children have no land.

There are houses to settle down in, but they are all outside the city and rented out to tenants for farming. Even if she is given a piece of land, she can't run back and forth every day.

"That's easy. You can just farm it at my house! But the land will belong to me after this!"

Zhang Fengci was a little disappointed but also happy when he heard about this. He asked someone to dig up the floor tiles that had just been laid and opened a vegetable garden in the house.

Judging from the size, it is not too excessive. In his words, this kind of thing is more valuable in quality than in quantity.

Instead of planting a whole field, it is better to concentrate on tending to a few. Looking at his posture, he seems to treat growing vegetables as planting flowers and grass, and the ones he grows are precious and rare varieties.

He even specially asked someone to bring two trucks of fertile soil, fearing that the soil on the ground was not good enough and would affect his vegetables.

He didn't care about the rest of the things. He firmly believed that it would be better if the children did everything, and he was right.

There is a saying that goes, "A mountain is famous not because of its height, but because of the immortals living there; a river is magical not because of its depth, but because of the dragons living there."

Mountains and rivers are ordinary, but they will change because of the unusual people living there. The place where cultivators live for a long time will also have more abundant spiritual energy than other places.

Although the changes brought about by a cultivator of this level as a child to the surroundings are very small... it cannot be said that there are no changes. Just plant the seeds, after all, the child can still get 20%.

Everything is ready, and Zhang Fengci has also chosen a date.

On June 28th, the child got up early and went to Zhang's house to farm.

When picking up the hoe, the child looked at the morning star in the sky which had not yet gone out and held back the tears in his eyes.

The little girl sat on the wall and spoke in a long, mournful voice, "My life is so miserable!"

Child: Am I an unlucky Coptis chinensis?

Which kid gets up before dawn to farm?

This is not in the village!

I have never farmed in the village?

So the land that I didn't water properly when I was seven finally caught up with me when I was eleven?

How did you make the ridge?!

The child, who had been digging the soil for a long time but couldn't make any shape, squatted on the ground in frustration and made half a ridge with his hands.

Also pat it flat.

Zhang Fengci came over and took a look:?

"Tong'er, are you playing?"

What is that? A small, zigzagging strip. Is she trying to make a dragon out of it?

The child stood up and looked around for a long time, scratching his head and saying, "It wasn't this narrow just now."

Zhang Fengci: ...

There is a difference between eating pork and seeing a pig run. Zhang Fengci had to lift up his robe and go in to teach him.

The boy learned this job very quickly and was very strong, so he had finished making the ridges in no time.

Then comes the sowing and watering.

The seeds that should have sprouted have already done so. Once they have taken root and grown stronger, they can be injected with spiritual energy.

Breakfast consisted of red bean porridge, crystal braised pork, golden crispy cakes, soup dumplings, fried bones with rice flour and pickles.

The child only drank porridge and ate pickles, so Zhang Fengci asked someone to make her another bowl of noodles.

Then he sneered at her and said, "It's true, you come to me to beg for alms."

The child took off his bun and wiped the sweat from his head.

"No, I eat meat oil."