His portable space was a world of its own, with sunlight and plants inside, like a small world. As his cultivation level improved, his portable space would also grow larger.
He didn't know how his portable space came about, it just appeared after he started practicing.
He personally planted and raised all of those things. Time in his portable space flows three times faster than in the outside world. One day outside is equal to three days inside.
"If Uncle Sang likes it, then eat more." Li Jingyu followed Sang Mu to Sang Jin.
"Come and eat with us, Xiaoxiao." Sang Jin and Sang Yu set up the dining table. This table was brought from Sang Jin's secret bamboo house. It was the table and chairs she usually used to place her teapot.
When not in use, it is simply stored in the space ring. The Sang family is no longer surprised by this. Old Mrs. Zhuang and the people from the second house have also been using this table frequently these days.
No one in the village dared to attack the Sang family anymore. After the Sang family left the dilapidated temple, they had a very powerful young man to protect them. This made Old Lady Zhuang so proud that she couldn't stop smiling.
However, with Master Yu around, their safety was guaranteed. He learned that the Li family was a wealthy family from a certain village and had become separated from their servants. After encountering their village, they followed them. So, in return, their son, Li Jingyu, would also help out when the village encountered problems.
The son of the Li family was a high-level cultivator who had come to take the Li couple back to the mountain gate. However, Li Shaotian and Sang Mu of the Sang family hit it off immediately, so they stayed and went together.
This reason seemed far-fetched to the village chief. But as long as their village could be protected, he didn't care about the origins of Li Shaotian's family or their relationship with the Sang family. Therefore, everyone in the village called Li Jingyu "Master Yu."
"Okay." Li Jingyu always agreed to Sang Jin's requests.
"You shouldn't practice fasting. You won't be able to experience all the delicious food in the world. It's so boring to live like this." Sang Jin encouraged Li Jingyu on the benefits of eating delicious food while eating.
"Eating delicious food can also make people feel better..."
Zi Shufen felt comforted watching the two children interact. She had been worried that Xiao Jin wouldn't be able to keep up with her current life after waking up. It turned out to be just as Xiao Jin had said: she had been cultivating with an elder for years. It wasn't that she didn't know how to live. She didn't need to start from scratch.
Sometimes Zi Shufen felt that her little Jin was not like an ordinary five-year-old child.
That's right. She'd been out there cultivating with her master since she was little. She'd seen a different world than them, so naturally, she'd matured a lot. For so many years, such a young child, she'd endured so much hardship out there. Only then would she be as well-behaved as she is now.
She and Mu Tou finally agreed that their little Jin was not learning from a master in a dream, but that his spirit had left his body and gone to a place they could not see.
I just don't know what kind of master could have drawn out her daughter's spirit and taught her this skill. Fortunately, her daughter returned safely. She's not a fool.
"Mom, you should drink more of this soup. It's good stuff. It can nourish qi and replenish blood." Sang Jin scooped a bowl of chicken soup for Zi Shufen.
There were some herbs stewed here to nourish the qi and blood. She had brought them from the secret realm, so they were magical herbs. They would nourish her. Her mother was pregnant now, so she needed some nourishment. Her mother was over eight months pregnant, and aside from her large belly, she was very thin.
Zi Shufen finally came back to her senses: "Thank you, Xiaojin. You should drink too. Look how thin you are."
"My girl, I want it too." Sang Mu actually started to act coquettishly towards Sang Jin. The big man's coquettishness gave Li Jingyu and Sang Yu, who were standing by, goosebumps all over their bodies.
"Dad, you drink too." Sang Jin quickly served Sang Mu another bowl of soup.
Everyone else was fleeing famine, but their family was doing fine. They were still vying for favor. Sang Yu complained about his father in his heart.
"Sister, I want some soup too." He didn't care, he wanted to drink it too. His sister was his.
He also had a terrible grudge against that kid named Li Jingyu. Even though he was older, he just couldn't stand him. He spent all day with his little sister, spending more time with her than he did with her.
"Brother, just scoop it yourself. This soup is closest to you." Sang Jin didn't scoop soup for her brother. What was the little brat doing here?
"People have died one after another in the past few days. I heard it was due to a cold. Many people are sick." Zi Shufen told what she had observed in the past few days.
"No wonder the village chief hasn't urged us to walk faster recently. This is the reason." Sang Jin didn't care about the lives of others, she only cared about the lives of those she cared about. She had lived for over a hundred years, and birth, aging, sickness, and death were all normal.
"Oh no, oh no. Brother, mother has a high fever." Sang Huo rushed to Sang Mu.
Sangmu finished the last bite of rice in his bowl and said, "How could he get sick when he was fine? What should we do? Let's go and take a look."
The mulberry trees are barren, and there's no doctor along the way. What should I do? If I get sick, I'll just have to leave it to fate.
In the past, if anyone in the village had a headache or fever, they would take an oxcart to the county town to see a doctor. For less serious cases, they would go to the neighboring village to see Dr. Zhou. Sang Mu was unsure. But he was the eldest brother, the backbone of the family.
Sang Jin and Li Jingyu followed closely behind, wanting to see what was going on. Sang Yu stayed behind to accompany her mother.
"Mom, how are you feeling?" Sang Mu asked. He saw a wet towel on his mother's forehead. It must have been applied by his second brother's wife.
"My head just hurts. I have no strength." Old Mrs. Zhuang spoke softly.
Since there was no doctor, they could only take turns watching Old Lady Zhuang apply a cold towel to her forehead to cool her down.
"Grandma, let me take a look. I learned some medical skills from my master, maybe they can come in handy." Sang Jin was eager to try.
"This..." Old Lady Zhuang was still a little hesitant. After all, Sang Jin was only a five-year-old child. How could she possibly have the skills that doctors have?
"Mom, please let Xiao Jin try. There's no doctor right now, and we don't have any better way." Sang Mu persuaded his mother. He believed his daughter's words very much.
"She is very good." Li Jingyu assisted from the side.
"Yes, mother. Please let Xiao Jin take a look." Sang Huo also spoke up for Sang Jin. His mother's patriarchal mentality was unacceptable. It was already this late, and she was still so stubborn.
"Just press her. Xiaojin, please take the trouble to help check your grandma's illness." Father Sang said in a simple and rough manner.
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