Master a little skill every day

"Then I'll teach you math, you won't object, right?"

Bai Miao still hopes to prove his ability in this aspect.

The nightmare must abide by its own established logic. If it can gain the trust of the villagers in a logical manner, it will be more convenient to carry out subsequent plans.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wanyang shook his head and said: "You did teach me a lot before you were admitted to college, but now that you are teaching me, I don't know whether what you teach is true or false."

Good guy, are you denying my ability from the perspective of not knowing whether it is true or not?

Bai Miao quickly came up with a plan: "Well, I'll teach you how to farm. Your grapes seem a bit awkward to me. I can guarantee that your grapes will grow better this year. Then you can trust me, right?"

Zhao Wanyang was stunned: "Grapes... Okay! Are you thinking about my grapes again?"

With a snap, Bai Miao's shoulder was slapped.

Chapter 2 The Crimson Level Test Comes Again

"Hey, don't hit, don't hit!"

Bai Miao put his head in his hands: "How dare I bang your grapes in your yard? Then I can't be beaten behind closed doors?"

Zhao Wanyang thought about the same reason. Because part of the cherry tree at home grew outside, Bai Miao had an opportunity to take advantage of it. The grapes were all inside the home.

So she put away the stick and pointed in the direction of her house: "Then come and try. I want to see how much you are capable of."

Bai Miao followed Zhao Wanyang into the yard and was shocked by several dog barks.

"Go, go! Go away!"

Zhao Wanyang waved the stick and drove the grinning dog back into the kennel, then closed the courtyard door and looked at Bai Miao warily: "I have closed the door, you can't mess around, or I'll beat you to death! "

Bai Miao stood under the grape trellis, confirming the knowledge about agriculture in his mind over and over again.

No problem, you can see which grapes are growing incorrectly and know how to adjust them.

"Come here and remember everything I said."

Bai Miao summoned Zhao Wanyang and explained word by word what was wrong with the bunch of grapes and how to remedy it so that the results would be bigger and fuller after two months, instead of the dull results of previous years.

Zhao Wanyang was skeptical, but when he saw Bai Miao's serious look, he took out his small notebook and wrote it down.

"Did you grow this grape at home?"

Bai Miao hopes to take this opportunity to gain the trust of Zhao Wanyang's family.

Zhao Wanyang is still a student after all, and he has to gain the trust of adults.

"No, my dad asked me to grow it for fun."

"Oh... Then you can ask him about these notes and see if there is any effect."

Bai Miao thought for a moment and then asked: "By the way, what does your father do? I don't remember many things."

"My father is the security guard of the village reservoir."

"Reservoir?"

Zhao Wanyang seemed to be used to Bai Miao's questions without common sense: "There is a reservoir upstream of the village. Are the security guards of state-owned enterprises strong?"

"awesome……"

Reservoir...

It’s right here too.

Are police officers transformed into security guards?

The setting here seems to be somewhat similar to the memory of going to the reservoir.

Zhao Wanyang's father went to the reservoir as a policeman to maintain order, but was later injured by a mental attack from the monster in the reservoir.

"Then wait until he comes back from get off work and show him. I'll go back first."

After walking around for a while, I got a rough idea of ​​the structure of the village. I wonder if everyone is going to work in farming at this time. There are very few people in the village.

The houses are roughly divided into two categories. One type has the same courtyard fence as Zhao Wanyang's house, made of bricks and painted with some white paint; the other type is like Bai Miao's house, with a bamboo fence symbolically surrounding it. .

Feeling that time was almost up, Bai Miao walked quickly towards his home.

Before she even reached the door, she saw Granny Feng jostling with her mother in the yard. Her mother was holding a bamboo basket of eggs in her hand.

After the last few rounds of pulling between the two, Granny Feng got on the tractor with the eggs and left the village with a smile.

"You are smart enough to know how to go further."

Bai Miao originally thought that he would be beaten severely for wandering around the village, but he didn't expect that his mother's attitude would become so kind.

So Bai Miao plucked up the courage and asked, "Have the talks... been settled?"

"It should be settled, and we have a daughter-in-law."

It seems that what makes her happy is the opportunity to have grandchildren.

Maybe in her eyes, she is just a fertility tool?

Before Bai Miao could ask for specific details, he was called to the kitchen to help.

"Give me the noodles."

Bai Miao looked at the turbid water and felt troubled.

"What are you doing standing still? Are you itchy?"

"This water... is so dirty."

"Dirty? After a few days of detention, you can drink it. After you sleep, you still dislike this thing and that thing. If you don't want to eat, get out. You won't eat today either!"

The skills related to making noodles have not been forgotten, but they have also been limited to a very basic stage.

After mixing the noodles with turbid water, Bai Miao asked carefully: "Isn't there a reservoir above the village... Why is the water so dirty..."

"The water above is fenced off. How much better water do you want to use?"

As she spoke, she pulled over a plastic pipe from which the water was taken.

Open the valve and the water flowing out will be turbid with a little sediment.

This water is not clean.

Bai Miao frowned: "Mom, I have a way to make the water clear."

The method of making a homemade water filter is also in Bai Miao's mind.

It only requires gravel, cotton, and charcoal, which are easily available in rural areas.

And the production process doesn't require much skill. Just put it in, then pour the dirty water in, and you can see the water on the other end become clear.

"What's wrong with you?"

But it was obvious that his mother didn't want to believe Bai Miao, but this time Bai Miao said extremely forcefully: "Let me try it once! Just once! I'm really fine now!"

With that said, Bai Miao started to look for materials.

Charcoal can be found in the kitchen, and there are plenty of stones outside.

It's just cotton, you may have to take it from inside the bedding.

Seeing Bai Miao start to rummage through the cabinet and find out the quilt to cover him for the winter, Bai Miao's mother hurriedly stepped forward and kicked Bai Miao on the butt, kicking him far away.

"You prodigal son, have you started playing tricks?!"

"You can use this purified water! Just give me a little bit!"

It seemed that this was the first time I saw Bai Miao acting so crazy. He didn't let go even after being beaten. Bai Miao's mother was also a little shaken.

As the saying goes, if you are too aggressive, you will risk your life. She is also really afraid that Bai Miao will break her and no one will dare to kill him.

"Give you some!"

At Bai Miao's insistence, she finally compromised once and put a small ball of cotton in Bai Miao's hand.

Bai Miao hurriedly stuffed the collected things into a thick pipe, then slowly poured the dirty water in the bowl into it, and placed another bowl at the outlet of the pipe to receive the purified water.

The effect is immediate, and soon, drops of clear water will flow down.

Just when Bai Miao was about to show the results to his mother, she grabbed the bowl and threw the water out.

Bai Miao was stunned: "You..."

"What am I? Your water is made of stone and charcoal. Can you still drink it? Ah?!"

"But it is indeed clean... When we boil the water later, it will definitely be better than the current one. And the filtered water for the first few times can be poured out, and the subsequent water will definitely be much cleaner."

"It's just nonsense! It's a mess that I don't know where it came from. Don't do it again in the future!"

After saying that, she took out the cotton inside, squeezed out the water and put it on the dam, ready to dry it and put it back.

Seeing her performance, Bai Miao suddenly realized that even if he showed useful knowledge, given the knowledge level of this group of people in the village, he would only feel like he was talking nonsense.

They only believe in their own experience and will not easily accept external information.

"It's a waste of time. Go back to the house and stay there. You can eat it by yourself when the meal is ready."

Cursing, she returned to the kitchen.

At noon, I made boiled noodles with some wild vegetables. The taste was unpalatable.

After lunch, Bai Miao was lying on the bed and heard the sound of his mother going out outside the door.

Mother is basically doing all the farm work at home, and she doesn't expect Bai Miao to be able to do it at all.

I wholeheartedly hope that he will get married and have a son soon.

The afternoon sun is the most poisonous time, but because she was busy dealing with the matchmaker this morning, she had to go to the farmland under such a scorching sun.

Bai Miao volunteered to go over: "I'm here to help, too."

"Go home and lie down honestly. What will you do if the sun is so poisonous and causes problems for you? Your brother-in-law will come to see you in person tomorrow. You still have to pass this final test."

When two families get married, the newlyweds may meet for the first time at the wedding.

What if she is an ugly girl?

Bai Miao thought that the customs in this place were really outrageous.

In what age are we still engaging in traditional blind dates?

Feudalism, wedding...?

The two words suddenly connected in Bai Miao's mind.

Hu Muyao's Aleph-level prop is called Xisang. Its shape is similar to a red hijab, with a copper coin mask strung with red threads below the eyes.

Moreover, Hu Muyao's mental body is also very special, with details of movements that others do not have.

And it was as if she knew I was looking at her.

In other words, my current dream was created based on part of my memory combined with Hu Muyao’s first copy?

If you can get a copy of an Aleph-level item, will it have a certain impact on those who knock on the door even after you leave?

Bai Miao's first feeling was that Hu Muyao's mental abnormality was caused by that copy.

So far, Bai Miao has no strategy to get out of this nightmare. He can only treat this nightmare as a copy for the time being.

Only in this way can he be considered a professional counterpart, and Bai Miao has already passed the level of Aleph level dungeon.

And compared to Hu Muyao, Bai Miao has various folk customs, Feng Shui and other professional knowledge that she does not have.

These are all accumulated by Bai Miao during the Qingqiu Rebellion.

There is no way to use the qi-gazing technique. Psychoanalyst Bai Miao also tried it, but he couldn't see the reason.

The impairment caused by nightmare syndrome is far greater than Bai Miao imagined.

"Damn it, don't let me catch you next time."

The last one who couldn't afford it was Tiandao.

In order to seek the title of Tu Shanqing, he had to take advantage of most of his luck, and the law of heaven began to bite him back.

Bai Miao sat in the room bored, thinking about what kind of information he would get from his brother-in-law tomorrow.

"The wedding should be the focus of this nightmare. According to the process, the bride will come in a red sedan chair, and the groom will be greeted on the road. During this period, there will be wedding banquets and other customs..."

The journey to marrying a bride may not be peaceful.