I became an old man in my leisure time

Bai Suqing roughly understood the meaning of this, and nodded in agreement: "Yes, Dawu Zhongting must have intentionally sent us to this desperate place. Reading"

"But now we have food." Gu Ke took a deep breath: "It is even more important to live well. Sooner or later, we will get out of this place and settle accounts with those who framed us."

Bai Suqing hummed lightly, and looked at the dazzling purple wheat ears outside the house with him, and a smile emerged: "It should be so."

A fairy appeared beside her, showing all kinds of magical methods. How could she be trapped to death in this small valley.

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But settle accounts? This is a bit difficult, so let's look forward to the taste and effect of the purple wheat in front of us.

After that, the three of them went into battle together and began to harvest the purple wheat in Field No. 1.

Xiaoman volunteered to take the lead with a small hatchet, and Gu Ke and Bai Suqing took one and piled one.

As a result, in less than a quarter of an hour, Xiaoman frowned and shook his hands: "What's going on? This time the wheat stalks are so hard to cut, they feel like ironwood in the mountains."

Gu Ke looked at the dense purple lines on the wheat stalks, reached out and took the small hatchet: "Let me cut it, you and Sister Bai will harvest it."

Xiaoman retreated to the second line, and Gu Ke took the lead.

For Xiaoman, the wheat stalks, which were as tough as old vines in the mountains, seemed to have returned to normal under Gu Ke's knife. With a light knife, the wheat stalks were broken into two pieces.

The harvesting speed of purple wheat suddenly increased by more than three times, and Xiaoman and Bai Suqing could not help but speed up.

In just half an hour, all the purple wheat in the No. 1 fairy field was "captured".

Bai Suqing tied up the purple wheat stalks on the straw mat with straw ropes, and looked at Gu Ke thoughtfully: "Your strength seems to have increased a lot?"

Gu Ke: "Well, only a little bit."

The Void Great Freedom and Formless Sutra was only upgraded to level 20 yesterday, and the four attributes were increased by an additional 20 points. The physical fitness just exceeded 50, which is really a little bit.

Bai Suqing curled her lips quietly, but did not expose his lies.

Just now, she also tried it with a small hatchet. If the blood qi is not stimulated, it is indeed very difficult to cut the purple-striped wheat stalks. Two or three cuts are required.

This is because she has precise control and cuts at the same position every time.

After activating the blood qi, it can cut in two with one cut.

But this is farm work. It takes half an hour to stimulate the blood qi and swing the knife a thousand times. Generally, beginners will be exhausted.

Afterwards, you need to eat a lot of food and supplement with medicinal materials to avoid blood qi deficiency.

It is undoubtedly extremely uneconomical to do this in Yulong Peak, where there is no food or medicine.

He has not yet started martial arts training, but it is easier for him to cut purple wheat than for a third-level martial artist. Is this reasonable?

Of course it is reasonable, because this fairy field was created by him.

Gu Ke, the immortal perpetual motion machine who does not know martial arts, began to play a role - well, his poor black evil palm can't be called martial arts in the eyes of Bai Suqing and Miss Qin.

The harvested purple wheat was transported to the stone platform with straw mats, and the three of them started to rub the wheat grains.

This time, Bai Suqing was careful.

This time, the wheat awns were so bright purple that they hurt her hands. If she didn't want to torture herself, she could only pay attention to the methods.

Gu Ke and Xiaoman still used the old method, tying gray thatch, which was also produced in the fairy field, to offset most of the lethality of the wheat awns.

Xiaoman was still excited: "This wheat awn is much harder, maybe it can be used to make needles."

"Where can I find thread?" Gu Ke asked casually, his hands did not stop.

The system in his mind just sent a reminder that the Black Evil Palm has been upgraded to level 8.

He loves to kill two birds with one stone while working.

Xiaoman: "You can separate the fine tendons from the iron wire rattan skin and twist them into thread, so that you can mend clothes."

Gu Ke hummed and didn't hit her again.

We have needles and thread, but where can we get the more important cloth?

Among the people in Yulong Peak, including Bai Suqing, they only have one set of clothes.

The only ones who have extra clothes are Miss Qin and her friends, but how can unmarried women give their clothes to others at will?

However, this matter is not urgent for the time being, and harvesting grain is the most important thing at the moment.

Even Bai Suqing can keep smiling when rubbing wheat grains, so there is no need to talk about those things that spoil the fun now.

There is always a shortage of things, and it will be fine if we solve them bit by bit.

The three of them worked until noon and finally got all the wheat grains from more than a thousand purple wheat plants.

Gu Ke once again became the main force, and his hands never stopped when he used the Black Evil Palm.

"It's done." Looking at the purple wheat grains on the straw mat, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

The first batch of purple wheat grains weighed only a pitiful ten pounds. The grains were large and heavy, and they could only be collected in a small pile.

The second batch of purple wheat had more than 500 plants, and each plant produced a little over one pound of wheat grains, with an output of about 550 pounds.

Without a suitable container or weighing device, the weight was still measured by the master Sister Bai by hand, with a fluctuation of ten pounds.

Purple wheat has no shell, so it is all food that can be eaten.

However, the description given by the system is still low-quality purple wheat, and it has not changed again.

On the gray straw mat, large and plump grains of wheat glowed with a hazy purple light, which looked like something extraordinary.

This is still of poor quality? Is the system's requirements too high? Gu Ke muttered in his heart.

Gulu! There was a slight sound next to him, but Xiaoman was swallowing saliva frantically.

Gu Ke patted her little head and said, "Okay, we'll have this purple wheat rice for lunch today. Do you know how to make dry rice?"

Xiaoman swallowed again, and her head began to peck at rice like a chicken: "Of course, I cook at home every day, and I have to make dry rice at least two or three times a month."

Gu Ke was speechless: Two or three times a month, how hard is life?

What Xiaoman didn't say was that there were a lot of coarse grains and wild vegetables in the dry rice she made, and a lot of water was added, which was more like the multi-grain porridge in Gu Ke's previous life.

But compared to the thin porridge that usually accounts for most of the soup, it is indeed her family's "dry rice".

Xiaoman went into the house to cook, Bai Suqing followed to observe and learn, and Gu Ke walked to the No. 2 fairy field alone.

The purple wheat in this field was planted a day later and will not mature until tomorrow.

But there is no plot here, and non-grain crops such as grass, pine and vines are planted. More seeds are sown, and the harvest should be 10% or 20% more than the No. 1 fairy field, about 600 kilograms.

In this way, the total output of the two fairy fields this time can exceed 1,000 kilograms.

The other two thousand or so wheat straws will not be dried, but will be directly put into the warehouse for preservation as additional food reserves.

No matter how disgusting the wheat straw sweet soup is, it can save lives.

Now it is only a few days until November, and Yulong Peak may snow at any time.

But as long as it does not snow after the second batch of purple wheat is dried, Gu Ke will plant the third batch of purple wheat.

Betting ten or so kilograms of purple wheat that it will not snow in ten days, if successful, you can harvest another thousand kilograms of purple wheat and thousands of kilograms of purple wheat straw, which is definitely worth a try.

Even if the mountain is closed for several months due to heavy snow, the people on the peak will not have to worry about starving to death.

Thinking of this, Gu Ke breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that the depression in his chest was gone.