When she was free, Song Wen continued to level the wasteland she had opened.

The wasteland was close to the stream. In order to prevent the water from rising and flooding the wasteland during the rainy season, he specially picked up some stones by the stream to raise the wasteland, and dug a drainage ditch around the wasteland, so as not to prevent the soil, water flowing down from the bamboo forest and breaking the land that was opened.

After leveling the ground, he carried a pile of cow manure and chicken and duck manure from his home, and applied it to the wasteland for fertilization, so that the land would not be so thin when planting watermelons.

It took Song Wen almost three or four days to open the wasteland. During this period, he also filled in the wild boar trap in the bamboo forest so that he would not accidentally fall down by himself in the future, which would make people laugh and cry.

After getting the wasteland, he started to deal with the weeds in the backyard again.

Although the winter solstice has passed, the grass in the field keeps growing for some reason. I don’t know if it is related to the spring water he used to water vegetables. I guess these grasses grow so wildly with the nourishment of the spring water.

The vegetables in the insulation shed have grown, but they are still very small, but they are very green and tender, much younger than the dishes outside.

After dealing with the backyard, nothing seemed to be done.

It was colder, so Song Wen made hot pot, washed some dishes, cut some meat, and sat on the hardwood sofa in the hall and started to boil.

The sofa is covered with tanned wolf skin, and it is warm and comfortable to sit.

Originally, he wanted to make mats for his father to tan the wolf skin, but his father didn't want it, but he didn't want it, but it was a cheaper Song Wen.

Leaning against the handle of the hardwood sofa, eating the hot Qingming dish and smelling the fragrance from the hot pot, Song Wen's heart moved and he leaned into Ruyi Fan.

After getting familiar with the Ruyi Fan, Song Wen found that people don’t have to enter the Ruyi Fan. As long as they have a thought, they can see what’s inside. Or when they have a thought, they can bring out the things inside. This reminds him of some records he has read in the Taoist scriptures in the past.

"Huangting Wai Jing Jing Jing" Shi Heyang Notes: "The Yuanshen is the meaning in the heart, and it is when it is alive and lively in the midst of being motionless or still."

"Mai Wang" says: "The internal thoughts are not aroused, the external thoughts are not perceived, and the only one is self-reliant, which is called the soul."

When Song Wen recalled, he felt that his situation was a bit similar to the primordial spirit mentioned in the Taoist scriptures, but it was not entirely a primordial spirit. At best, it was just a divine thought, just a little spiritual thought; or it was a divine consciousness.

The soul is much higher than the mind of the spirit, and the consciousness is much higher. "Wu Shu Huizong" says: "This spirit is also called the nature, also called the true meaning. The mind must be clear and clear, chaotic, without any thoughts or awareness. Then, in the hollow, it seems that the soul is hanging in the sun. At that time, it is aware that the five aggregates are empty, the four bodies are all false, and I have the true self."

The soul is an ethereal manifestation of a person in a state of tranquility and nothingness, breathing continuously, as if he is alive or dead, without thinking, floating in the celestial world, being in a daze, etc. It seems that he cannot do this, and can only see the distance and in the Ruyi Fan, so it can only be said to be a divine thought, a divine consciousness or a spiritual consciousness, that is, a spiritual mind power.

"Laozi" records that "carrying the spirit and holding one can be without separation, focusing on the spirit and softness can be a baby, cleaning up the mystery can be without flaws, loving the people and governing the country can be inaction, opening and closing the sky can be without female, understanding the four masters can be ignorant," describes the life activity state dominated by the soul, and he cannot meet that requirement at all, so it is not the soul, but just the consciousness.

The white jade snail in Ruyi Fan was getting bigger and bigger, the largest one was three fingers the size of a big white jade snail, and the big white jade snail was still growing, making more and more white jade snails. The leaves on the sweet potato field were almost completely damaged by the white jade snail, and even the Qingming cuisine on the side was the same. If Song Wen hadn't been afraid that the baby would come and find out, he had already moved the white jade snail to the outside to raise it.

There is no way now, he had to circle a piece of land in the space and use small plastic screens to surround them so that they would not run out to harm sweet potato leaves and Qingming vegetables. But this is also troublesome. He had to feed the white jade snails. Fortunately, the vegetables at home grew out one after another, just feeding these guys. He feeds them a little more at a time and once a few days, which is not very troublesome.

Since those small hill crabs have tasted sweetness after eating sweet potatoes, they simply dig holes in the sweet potato field, which can be eaten and lived, killing two birds with one stone.

In view of this, and the sweet potato leaves were almost eaten up by the white jade snail, Song Wen simply dug out all the sweet potatoes.

Unexpectedly, the sweet potatoes dug were still very large, some of which were the size of watermelons. There were many sweet potatoes dug out, and they were piled up in a corner of the bamboo house. After digging out the sweet potatoes, he sorted out the sweet potato fields and cut some sweet potato seedlings to plant them. The space was warm, and there was no need to care about the season or the like, and he could plant sweet potatoes at any time. Moreover, he found that the land in the space was all black soil and there was no need to fertilize, just water it.

In order to prevent mountain crabs from causing harm to sweet potatoes again, he specially took some sweet potatoes with crooked melons and cracked dates to eat by the pool. The mountain crabs have little appetite, and it can be eaten by them for more than a week after putting them in sweet potatoes, which is also worry-free and labor-saving.

The "ginseng" that came back from the auction is said to be dug from Yushan, Taiwan's highest mountain. It is now completely gone from drying out when it was just taken, and has become fat and warm. A thick rhizome has grown on its head, leaves have grown and flowers have bloomed.

After the leaves grew, Song Wen specially searched for real ginseng from the Internet and compared it with the "ginseng" photographed, and found that the "ginseng" photographed was no different from the real ginseng, even the leaves and flowers were the same, but it was countless times larger than the usual ginseng.

But no matter how this thing looks, he dared not regard it as a real ginseng. Why? Has anyone seen ginseng that is thicker than a calves, and has someone seen ginseng leaves that are bigger than a slap? Is it impossible? So Song Wen didn't care about it and just let it grow, which wouldn't hinder the place anyway.

The weather became colder and colder. When the Ruyi Fan came out, Song Wen realized that it was already drizzling outside at some point.

I couldn't help but frown slightly. It was raining again and it would probably be colder tomorrow.

The puppy curled up on the thick cushion made of deer skin and worn clothes by the door, squinting her eyes and falling asleep comfortably. The kitten lay in the middle of the puppy's belly and rested his head on it to sleep. Although sometimes the two little guys were flirting with each other, sometimes they were as close as brothers.

The skin of the deer that was pulled off from the deer was too small, and it was not even good to make a vest. Song Wen made some worn clothes, sewed them together, and made a mat for the puppy to hang out. Otherwise, if you lie on the ground in this cold weather, you would probably be frozen.

As a single man, you must know all kinds of martial arts.

First, you must be able to cook, or you will starve to death sooner or later; second, you must be able to sew clothes, or throw them away when they are broken, and buy them when they are broken, and you will not be enough to spend it no matter how much money you make; third, you must be able to handle housework, or your place you live will become a rat or a doghouse with cockroaches; fourth, you must be able to adjust your mood, or you will become a boring melon sooner or later, or you will have psychological disorders.

In fact, sometimes we have to talk about the sorrow of single men. When their clothes are torn, no one repairs them, no one warms them, no one is hungry, no one cooks them, no one cleanses the room when they are dirty, no one swept them, lonely, lonely, cold, helpless, no one talks with them, how sad, miserable.

Of course, Song Wen, as a single man, doesn't think so. He feels that he is very free and does whatever he wants, free and no one is clamoring in your ears.

He will make up for his clothes when he torn, and he will do it since he was a child; he will cook himself when he is hungry, and he will have a transcendent cooking skill that he has been practicing for many years of single life; no one warms the quilt, and his quilt has always been very warm and does not need to be warmed by others; he can clean the room by himself, and he is not lonely with a few little guys, and he likes to live such a quiet life.

While eating hot pot, I watched TV and looked at the drizzle outside, and I felt that the winter wind and winter rain were so sad.

At this time, there seemed to be a sound of a car horn outside.

On rainy days, he was too lazy to go out to see who it was, so he sat on the sofa and ate to see which stupid hat ran up the mountain in this weather.
Chapter completed!