Zhu Jiabao wanted to argue, trying his best to prove that it was Zhu Fanfan's problem and not his, but Liu Yumin waved her hand impatiently: "Go eat, and wash the dishes after you eat. If I see you bullying Fanfan again, I'll beat you up. I have to go to work. Hurry up and stop dawdling."
Zhu Fanfan hugged her grandmother's neck with a wronged expression, pressed her little face against her grandmother's body, and rubbed her face against her grandmother. Her eyes were full of tears, but they wouldn't fall. Her little mouth was pouting, and she looked like she had suffered a great injustice.
Liu Yumin patted Zhu Fanfan's back tenderly, while using all her strength to coax the child. While coaxing him, she also said that she would beat Zhu Jiabao every day.
Zhu Jiabao had left in a huff, but after a few steps he overheard his wife saying she would beat him every day, which made him even angrier. His wife was so domineering, she wouldn't listen to his excuses, she was so biased. She used to discipline the children when they were young, but now that the children are grown up, she beats them, but she has never hit him.
Now it's the other way around. His granddaughter is well-behaved and doesn't cause any trouble, while his children are incredibly mischievous. He needs to find a way to make Fanfan mischievous, or to prove that Fanfan is indeed mischievous, so that his wife won't hit him anymore.
After thinking it over, Zhu Jiabao went to eat happily, and even washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Just then, Lin Wu came to pick her up. He took his wife to the hospital first, and then went to the army base.
Liu Yumin has now readjusted to her work at the hospital, and her workload is increasing. The first thing she does every day is to lead the interns on ward rounds, take the pulses of several patients to determine their pulse characteristics, analyze their symptoms in detail, and formulate the treatment plan for the day.
During this time, Zhu Fanfan also studied along with her grandmother. Listening to her grandmother's simple and clear explanations, she had the illusion that she could also be a doctor.
After Grandma finished her examination, she changed the medications for several patients whose conditions had changed. Those who needed acupuncture could have their acupuncture done once the necessary items were prepared. Those with more serious conditions would require surgery. All of these procedures required Grandma's signature.
Next was Grandma's consultation time. She also took the opportunity to explain meridians and acupoints, and even nerves or human tissues, to the interns. She explained in detail the causes of the illnesses and how to solve them, so that they could get started as soon as possible. Zhu Fanfan got sleepy while listening, and she should also go into her space to check on her food.
She yawned to indicate that she was sleepy, then closed her eyes and her consciousness entered the space, where she saw that everything was already mature; she had entered at just the right time.
The closest thing to her was a wheat field, the wheat already golden and so ripe it looked ready to fall—a symbol of a bountiful harvest! She had never harvested grain herself before!
Oh no! It really fell! Seem like rain, wheat grains fell one by one from the ears of wheat. Zhu Fanfan quickly used his mental power to catch them and then teleported to the threshing ground.
Another small batch of wheat ripened and fell down in a cascading downpour. It wasn't just an onomatopoeia; it really was a cascading downpour, like a torrential rain. Zhu Fanfan used all her mental energy to catch it, then teleported to the drying ground to replenish her supplies. After catching several batches, she actually felt tired.
After finally finishing with the wheat harvest, the corn joined in the fun, with ears of golden corn falling out of their husks. Just as they were about to hit the ground, Zhu Fanfan disregarded everything else and quickly used his mental power to catch them, one after another.
After finishing her work, the sorghum ripened, and Zhu Fanfan had to use her mental energy to catch it again. Only after everything was done did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Before she could catch her breath, the cotton flowers bloomed, and flakes of them, like white clouds, began to fall. Do you guys have some kind of obsession with falling down? Shouldn't cotton be up there for people to pick? Since when can cotton start falling down?
Then she continued harvesting cotton crop after crop. When the harvest was complete, Zhu Fanfan felt she was the most tragic time traveler in history who used a spatial ability. After all, everyone else could easily harvest the crops in their spatial abilities, while she was exhausted like a dog.
She even felt comfortable panting with her tongue sticking out, somewhat empathizing with the dog's feeling of being hot, Zhu Fanfan jokingly told herself.
Then it was time to harvest the rest of the grains. After finally getting all the grains ready, Zhu Fanfan was so moved that she wanted to have a drink to celebrate. But before she could celebrate, she remembered something: what about the potatoes and sweet potatoes she had planted?
Teleporting to the potato planting site, Zhu Fanfan saw that the tall seedlings were somewhat wilted. Since she had never grown potatoes before, she didn't know if they were ripe. She was still wondering how to get the potatoes out.
After watching for a long time without any movement, Zhu Fanfan felt he had to verify it himself, so he used his mental power to pull up the potato. It was simple and easy, like pulling up grass with almost no effort, but a bunch of potatoes came out with it. Was it ripe?
The potatoes were quite large and looked fresh and delicious. Zhu Fanfan went all out and used his mental power to pull up a small row of potatoes. After lifting them all up, he used his mental power to check them and found that they were all clean and there were no potatoes underneath.
After harvesting the potatoes, there were still sweet potatoes to be harvested. The sweet potato field was already covered with vines. Zhu Fanfan followed the same method, lifting up the vines, and below them were a large bunch of sweet potatoes. Busy Zhu Fanfan began harvesting again.
After harvesting everything, she even felt nauseous, clearly exhausted. Poor Zhu Fanfan, who had never done so much work before, shed a tear of sympathy for herself.
After resting, Zhu Fanfan looked at the field and found that there were still some left behind. Quite a lot of grain had been left on the ground. Zhu Fanfan resigned himself to his fate and tried to use his mental power to pick up the grain.
However, she encountered resistance. These seeds had actually come to life, meaning that those left in the ground were about to sprout. Zhu Fanfan was surprised, "So fast?" But she didn't dwell on it anymore. "Let's plant them. The soil is so fertile, they should grow very well, right? Anyway, there's still plenty of space nearby to plant more."
Zhu Fanfan returned to the drying ground. When she looked again, the grain was already dry and could be stored for several years without any problem. Zhu Fanfan hesitated, wondering whether to plant another crop. But then she thought that her mental strength was probably not enough, so she gave up the idea.
Looking at the potatoes and sweet potatoes, I decided to put them in the cellar while they were still fresh, hoping it would keep them fresh. I quickly put the potatoes and sweet potatoes in the cellar and waited to see if they could really stay fresh as they were in the novels.
After finishing her work, Zhu Fanfan was finally able to rest. Her consciousness returned to her body and she began to sleep. Although she recovered faster in the space, she still felt unsafe and preferred to be in her own body.
Before going to sleep, I was still thinking that her mental strength was not enough, and how many more seeds should I plant?
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