Lin Qingyan walked into the wheat field. The soil on the ground had become loose. She dug up a little soil to check and, sure enough, found neatly arranged wheat grains under the soil.

In the real world, there are only two types of wheat: spring wheat and winter wheat. But in her space, there is no distinction between seasons; it should be suitable for cultivation at any time.

She held a small amount of soil in her hand, which felt damp.

She didn't see any water source in the space, so the water needed for these crops to grow must be naturally present in the soil.

After trying out how to harvest the grain, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards the orchard. She licked her lips, feeling a sudden urge to eat durian.

However, my stomach is still full, so I can try picking durians with my mind.

After all, the durian tree is so tall that she can't reach the durian fruit on her own.

In her past life, she had seen videos of foreigners picking durians. Usually, one person would climb up the durian tree and use a professional sickle to cut the durian fruit off the stem, while another person would stand guard at the foot of the tree with a sack, just before the fruit fell.

As soon as the fruit fell, he immediately threw the sack in his hand away, letting the fruit fall into the sack before quickly retrieving it.

Picking or catching fruit requires great strength and is dangerous; she could never do it alone.

The durians on the tree were not small. Ripe durians, with their skins on, turn golden yellow or yellowish-brown. She pointed to a yellowish fruit that weighed about four pounds and silently said, "Pick it."

The next second, an even more miraculous scene unfolded than when Sun Wukong used his golden mallet to strike the ginseng fruit.

The durian, along with its stem, detached itself from the durian tree branch and slowly descended, finally landing steadily on the grass beneath the tree.

Lin Qingyan walked to the spot where the durian fruit had fallen and saw that the fruit had not been broken or bruised at all. She sighed inwardly, "The power of will is amazing." Of course, it was also because the space was amazing.

She carried the durian back to the villa, placed it directly in the fruit bowl in the living room, and said she would eat it when she was hungry tomorrow. Then she went upstairs.

It's summer outside, and the Lin family doesn't have a shower room. To save water and coal, Fang Huilan, citing the original owner's weak health, prevents her from taking a bath or going to the public bathhouse.

The original owner couldn't stand it anymore and would occasionally wipe her body with cold water. Fortunately, it was summer, so it didn't cause too much damage.

Lin Qingyan raised her arm and smelled it; the smell wasn't strong.

Now that she has space, a bathroom, and the large bathtub she used in her previous life, she's determined to take a comfortable bath.

She turned on the faucet above the bathtub, and steaming water flowed out.

She couldn't remember how much water she had prepaid in her previous life, or when she would be charged when she ran out of water.

Next to the fish tank was a large box of bath medicine packets. She picked up a packet that was supposed to improve health, which contained mugwort, chrysanthemum, kudzu root, and rose petals.

Artemisia argyi warms the meridians and dispels cold, regulates menstruation and relieves pain; chrysanthemum can clear the liver and improve eyesight, dispel wind and cold; kudzu root can dispel wind and cold, lower blood pressure and lipids; rose helps to relax the mind, relieve fatigue, and also nourish the skin and enhance fragrance.

In her past life, she had a habit of taking a medicinal bath every day after get off work, and she will continue to do so in the future.

While taking a bath, she also made sure to massage her hands and feet.

In traditional Chinese medicine, certain acupoints on the palms and soles of the feet are reflex zones for different meridians of the body.

Pressing these acupoints can help you check if your body's organs have been damaged by feeling pain. You can also use these acupoints to assist in the treatment of physical ailments.

Lin Qingyan's body has virtually no organs that are completely healthy. By taking her pulse and pressing different acupoints on her palms, she can determine the extent of damage to each internal organ. She then massages the acupoints on her palms and soles that correspond to the organs, and finally gives her ears a simple massage.

After the massage, I closed my eyes and rested for a while. Before I knew it, I had been soaking in the bathtub for half an hour, and my whole body felt much more comfortable.

After coming out, I dried myself with a towel, put on the nightgown that was already prepared in the bathroom, and went back to the bedroom.

There are still many things to do tomorrow, so I must get a good rest today.

She put the dress she was wearing next to her skin into the automatic washing machine, pressed the button, and the washing machine started working.

The other dress is also quite large and doesn't have a belt.

She cut a strip of cloth from an old garment, intending to make it into a belt to tie around her waist, so that the clothes would only appear a little loose, not too big.

The original owner of the Lin family always mended and patched the clothes of everyone who was in the family, so there was a sewing kit in the original owner's room.

Lin Qingyan found the sewing box, and under it were two books without covers, their pages yellowed.

She picked up the book, flipped through a few pages, and found it was about Western medicine.

Due to the times, traditional Chinese medicine suffered a severe blow, and its books were also severely damaged. No one dared to keep traditional Chinese medicine at home.

These two books, along with several other traditional Chinese medicine books, were left behind by her mother before her death. Fang Huilan wanted Lin Sisi and Lin Guanghui to study medicine, so she gave them these medical books to read.

Neither of them were cut out for medicine; they just flipped through the book casually, considered it a task done, and tossed it aside.

The original owner longed to grow up like her mother, to become a doctor who saves lives or a drug researcher who benefits patients, so she secretly picked up medical books and studied them in her room.

Later, when the movement began, all the traditional Chinese medicine books were taken away and destroyed by Lin Heping, leaving only two Western medicine books.

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