[Dual Powerhouses + Dual Purity + Golden Finger]
A high fever, and her delicate soul faded away, replaced by a dual-system异能 powerhouse from the末世, thus the wheel of fate turns, altering the ...
After that, apart from selling the courtyard for 1,500 yuan on July 3rd, going out to complete the transfer procedures, and going to the state-run restaurant to pack food every day without fail, Shen Mu Ning did not go out again.
Instead, she stayed peacefully in her space every day, cultivating her supernatural abilities or cooking. She used the remaining food to make 300 steamed buns and 200 fist-sized rice balls, all for emergencies when he couldn't cook. And because there weren't many vegetables, she didn't cook much; once the food in her space was ready, she would cook more and store it there. She could eat whenever she wanted, without even needing to reheat it—very convenient.
After selling the small courtyard, Shen Mu Ning discovered that the rice cultivated in her space could be transplanted. Although she had already transplanted the corn and various vegetables she had sown beforehand, including eggplants, cucumbers, green beans, cabbage, and so on, and even provided trellises for the cuttings, she knew clearly that the space accelerated the growth of crops. However, she didn't understand the growth cycles of those crops; she had transplanted them as soon as the seedlings grew to ten centimeters tall, so she didn't know exactly how many times the growth of crops in the space had been accelerated.
But rice is different. Based on her limited knowledge of rice from her previous life, she knew that it takes more than a month for rice to grow from seedlings to transplanting. That means crops in the space grow about five times faster than outside, meaning she could harvest a crop in about 20 days. With twelve crops a year, how much grain could she grow? Now that there are no high-yield crops, grain is the hard currency. She could accumulate wealth with the grain, buy several properties in Beijing, and live off the rent in her retirement—it sounded wonderful.
She was lucky; she had brought in a swarm of bees beforehand. Because of her frequent use of the space over the past few days, she discovered that only the existence of this space was somewhat mystical; everything else within it developed naturally. Without the bees, the crops in the space wouldn't reproduce.
It's no wonder that some of the mutated plants she had planted before failed to produce seeds, but the batch of mutated plants she planted just before her transmigration all produced seeds thanks to the bees. These plants were all mutated medicinal herbs that were effective in stopping bleeding and healing wounds. After research by scientists in the post-apocalyptic world, they were made into highly effective healing medicines.
Furthermore, the time spent by the animals, including Shen Mu Ning herself, within the space remained unchanged compared to the outside world; the pheasants only laid one egg per day. Therefore, there was no need to worry about her aging faster due to spending more time in the space.
Shen Mu Ning spent the entire afternoon struggling with rice planting. The paddy field she had dug earlier had already been soaked. She only dug a paddy field about the size of one acre, planted the rice seedlings crookedly, and then released a little wood-type ability into the field to help the rice take root. After that, she left it alone.
After that, Shen Mu Ning tended to the crops in her space. She would check on the climbing plants like cucumbers and beans from time to time. The other vegetables were still growing and didn't require much care. Only the spinach she had sown earlier was ready to eat; it was perfect for making hand-pulled noodles in the morning. She left only a few stalks in the ground to produce seeds, and harvested the rest, placing them in a large bamboo basket in the kitchen so she could take them as needed without worrying about them spoiling.
Looking at the thriving crops on the black soil of the space, Shen Mu Ning felt a surge of satisfaction. Indeed, as a descendant of the Chinese people, the gene for farming is etched into her very bones.
She planted one mu of wheat, one mu of rice, one mu of corn, and one mu of fruit trees on her more than five mu of land. She temporarily divided the remaining mu into three large sections: one for fruit-bearing vegetables, one for leafy greens, and the remaining large section for the mutated plants she brought from the apocalypse.
After planting these crops, there was still a large plot of land left. She thought that once she reached Lingbei, she could find some vegetables she hadn't eaten in the south, or perhaps search for ginseng in the deep mountains. Although she herself might not need ginseng, it was highly valued for its medicinal properties. If she found any young ginseng, it wouldn't matter; she could simply plant it in her spatial storage, believing it would grow quickly. She also needed to collect medicinal herb seeds to plant in her spatial storage, so she could have whatever she wanted whenever she wanted.