Zhu Jiabao outside was also complaining about Xu Jingqian: "You're so small and you don't eat much. You have no strength at all. You can't stop me even if I use a little force. If I really break free, I'll have to punch you a few times for the sake of my pride. Aren't you just putting me in a difficult position?"
He'd already said it, how could he not go up and fight? Otherwise, where would he put his face? If he laid a hand on her, would his wife let him off the hook?
Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that his master held a lot of weight in his wife's heart. She had turned against her biological father for his sake, and if her biological mother hadn't been alive, she would have changed her surname to Xu on the spot.
Xu Jingqian, who tried to break up the fight, felt very wronged: "I'm wrong for stopping you? Next time you fight with my dad, I'll just run away and see if you have any way to back down."
They bickered whenever they met, and he was used to it. They would never actually fight. Besides, the intensity of their arguments was no less than that of the village shrewish women hurling insults at each other. The key was that they always put their hands on their hips when they insulted each other. He had secretly laughed about it several times. It would be a miracle if they actually fought with that kind of fighting style.
Zhu Jiabao was somewhat disapproving: "Then don't try to break up the fight. If I hit your dad, don't regret it. Anyway, it doesn't hurt much when your sister hits me. If your dad knew you wanted to see him get beaten, do you think he would hit you?"
The master couldn't beat him, but he felt no burden when his son beat him, especially when he was angry.
Xu Jingqian immediately begged for mercy: "Brother-in-law, please spare me. If my father really hits me, and his health deteriorates from the anger, the whole family will kill me."
After all, he was the only doctor, spent the most time with his father, and bore the heavy responsibility of taking care of him. Also, he was the only one who worked with his sister, and in this world, only his brother-in-law could anger his father. Moreover, his brother-in-law had become extremely attached to his sister ever since his nephews and nieces passed away.
Zhu Jiabao said somewhat impatiently, "They should be on the second floor now. Go and discuss alchemy with them! Remember to take good care of Fanfan, don't distract your sister, be observant, and don't let her get tired."
He was already used to his brother-in-law's favoritism. He also wanted to discuss alchemy, so he went directly there. As for taking care of the children, he was at the bottom of the food chain and couldn't afford to offend anyone. If he didn't do it, who else would?
When he came up, the two were having a lively discussion. He glanced at the child and saw that the child was listening intently with wide eyes, and then fell asleep while yawning.
Meanwhile, the two adults were still arguing about the timing of the fire in the elixir recipe. They suddenly thought of the Six Ding Divine Fire that Laozi used when refining elixirs, and discussed whether using coal would result in insufficient fire, and whether a weak fire would also lead to failure. The debate was heated.
Finally, Liu Yumin made the final decision: "These medicinal herbs are mine, the alchemy cauldron is mine, and the coal fire is mine. Listen to me, this time we'll refine it according to the steps in the formula. I don't believe that someone as talented as me can't refine it."
The dean chuckled twice: "So what if you've refined it? Why are you praising yourself?"
Liu Yumin glared at her: "I'm willing, it's none of your business!"
Xu Jingqian quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Fanfan is asleep, let's keep our voices down."
The important thing is to get down to business. If this keeps going on and on, it won't stop all night. Let's not bother with the pill refining anymore and just go home.
Liu Yumin coughed lightly and said seriously, "Well, if we're going to refine pills, let's not use our hands to support the cauldron."
The two deans: ...We don't need to mention the stupid things we did before.
The three of them then exchanged a smile, but the smile was somewhat awkward.
When Zhu Fanfan was sleepy, she would enter the space and immediately feel refreshed, especially when she saw a patch of green, which made her very happy.
Zhu Fanfan arrived at Xiaomai's place, only to find that Xiaomai was already much taller than her. She couldn't see her without looking up. In her eyes, Xiaomai looked like sugarcane, segment by segment. She was too tall and quite sturdy.
Then she arrived at the cornfield, and wow, it was even taller. She used her mental power to sense how tall it was. The corn had already started to have silks, and there were male pollen at the top. When she went to other places, she could only say that they were growing too slowly.
It's just that there don't seem to be any weeds in the field, which is not scientific. There will always be weeds in the field because weeds are more resilient and better suited to survival than grains.
She probed the ground with her mental energy and could feel the soft soil structure. She could even sense the growth of weeds in the soil. Some weeds had sprouted, and some had grown a little. Just as she was wondering about this, the weeds seemed to be locked in by something and then decomposed on their own. After decomposition, a little energy was fed back to the soil.
Upon realizing this, Zhu Fanfan felt that the space was a godsend for farmers; it was so thoughtful.
Not knowing how often these grains ripened, Zhu Fanfan suddenly realized a problem: how would she harvest them? What if her mental energy stopped working? She couldn't possibly be the one struggling to harvest the grains with tools, could she? Besides, even if she had enough mental energy, it wouldn't be enough if all the grains ripened at once!
And even if she harvests the grain, where does she put it? The grain needs to be dried in the sun after it's ripe, otherwise it will either get moldy or sprout.
The little girl started to worry. Since there was a problem, she had to solve it. Avoiding it wasn't her style. The first thing to solve was the problem of drying the seeds. Zhu Fanfan specifically tested the waters and found a place that wasn't suitable for any seeds, but was perfect for drying the seeds.
Having solidified the ground with her mental energy, Zhu Fanfan finally found enjoyment in pounding the ground with her mental energy. After pounding, the ground became as hard as cement, and she doubted that she could sweep up any dirt with a broom.
The problem is solved. Look at the bags that Grandpa specially prepared for her. I have to say that Grandpa is really thoughtful. He prepared several dozen burlap sacks for her before she even planted them. Is he afraid that she will be too tired to work?
Although she had a lot of bags, she suspected that she might not have enough for this planting method. She thought she could talk to her grandfather and ask him to get more bags.
Perhaps she had been thinking too much; after her consciousness returned to her body, she was so tired that she slept soundly until dawn.
When she woke up, she saw that her grandmother was not in the room, only her grandfather. Thinking of the sack, she quickly waved to her grandfather. Zhu Jiabao was happy to see that the child was finally close to him, so he came over. Zhu Fanfan pointed to his hand, and although Zhu Jiabao was puzzled, he still stretched out his hand.
Zhu Fanfan wrote the word "sack" in his palm. Zhu Jiabao was completely bewildered. What did the child write?
Zhu Fanfan wrote it again, but why didn't Grandpa react?
Zhu Jiabao suddenly mocked mercilessly: "Oh, you little girl, you're so old and you still can't read. You've missed several strokes in every character. I have to guess what it means. Did you forget everything you learned in school?"
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