The words "I have no strength" elicited another burst of laughter. Widow Wang was so embarrassed that everyone was too ashamed to leave the house for a long time. The joke about Song Zhiqing having no strength had been going on for years. Every time Sister-in-law Cheng heard it, she felt grateful. Song Zhiqing, who couldn't even carry heavy things and needed help, had such strength to save her husband back then—how desperate she must have been to use that strength!
From then on, Song Yan earned the respect of the villagers. Song Yan also gained another great benefit: her space suddenly expanded by more than ten square meters. How much could such fertile land produce? She loved it!
As her mother-in-law eagerly awaited her arrival, she received Wei Aiguo's first letter. Inside the envelope were two letters: one for her mother-in-law and one for Song Yan. Song Yan admitted that a tiny little place in her heart remained for Wei Aiguo. The letter was like a casual chat, discussing all sorts of miscellaneous things. For example, when Song Yan offered him money, he initially refused, thinking, "What money could you possibly spend in the army?" But then came the expenses of mailing letters, taking photos…
The envelope thoughtfully contained two photos. Song Yan figured Wei Aiguo must have guessed it; if there had only been one photo, Song Yan would have been lucky to even see it. The old lady looked at the photos every day, and Wei Ping and Wei An were terrified whenever they got close, fearing she'd tear them up. The two children, missing their second uncle, would go to their aunt's room to look at the photos, keeping a safe distance from their grandmother's picture.
In her reply, Song Yan wrote down the little things that happened at home. She especially praised her mother-in-law's generosity; she had donated forty yuan, and Song Yan thought her mother-in-law would feel bad about it. But her mother-in-law actually praised Song Yan, saying it was the right thing to do, otherwise the money would have been too conspicuous. The letter wasn't flowery, but it was exceptionally warm. Song Yan didn't know how Wei Aiguo was doing away from home, but she knew without asking that the food probably wasn't as good as at home, and the training must be tough. So Song Yan thought she should mail him something.
After rescuing Cheng Yousuo and expanding his spatial dimension, Song Yan decided to explore what else to grow. The produce from the space was scattered all over the floor, taking up quite a bit of space. Song Yan started tidying it up. Then he discovered another unique ability of the space. Since the items were taking up space on the ground, it would be much better if they were displayed on shelves. First shelf: dates; second shelf: strawberries; third shelf: potatoes… Within the space, a thought was all it took to make them move. Then, one by one, the baskets were arranged as Song Yan had imagined. The items were neatly arranged, suspended in mid-air.
Eight tomatoes were laid out horizontally, eight vertically, in one layer, two layers, three layers… The eyes seemed to move. The persimmons were stacked neatly like building blocks, suspended in front of the eyes.
Song Yan was utterly astonished.
I want to fly! The thought flashed through Song Yan's mind as his body slowly rose into the air.
Haha, I can ride the wind and come and go as I please! How amazing!
Whether watching fantasy or martial arts movies, don't you envy those flying immortals? Of course you do! Do you want to fly yourself? Of course you do! Now, Song Yan understands!
Let's try out this amazing feature!
A ceramic jar is placed horizontally and suspended in mid-air, with the marinated fish meat suspended inside. The mouth of the jar is then sealed, leaving only a small hole for ventilation. Firewood is lit to slowly smoke and roast the rotating jar.
Before long, the fresh aroma of the fish filled the air. While the fish slowly roasted in the earthenware pot, Song Yan continued his physical training.
Actually, Song Yan didn't even know what he was making—was it dried fish or fish fillet? Anyway, the color wasn't great when he took it out, but it tasted incredibly delicious, even though he only added salt. The fish meat became firm and chewy due to dehydration. Following the same method, Song Yan also made dried strawberries.
The food turned out really delicious. But the flavors mixed together, so I'll mail the dried fish first!
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