From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

"Gurgle, gurgle", the thick porridge in the pot kept bubbling.

Eight kinds of rice are mixed into the pot in certain proportions and boiled over high heat.

There is no custom of drinking Laba porridge here.

The past and the present are, after all, just two similar flowers.

In his previous life, Chen Yu didn’t have any feelings about Laba porridge. Not only was it troublesome, he also didn’t think it tasted very good.

I didn't expect that after arriving in another world, I would miss the taste of Laba porridge.

The aroma of grains gradually rose, and Chen Yu added another handful of firewood to the stove.

This firewood was bought from the market, ten cents a load, and can last for half a month.

There are special woodcutters in the town who go to the mountains dozens of miles away to chop wood, dry it, and then carry it back to sell.

The flames died down, Chen Yu scooped up some Laba porridge and tasted it, it tasted pretty good.

Some types did not exist in this world, so he used other grains to make up the eight types, and the taste was not much different from what he remembered.

Chen Yu also served a bowl of tea to Tamei.

Cereals and grains are neither as refreshing as beans nor as tempting as elixirs.

The horse ate it all with reluctance.

As for the chickens and ducks, they had already run off to who knows where.

After drinking the porridge, Chen Yu felt a little unsatisfied, so he turned around and entered the space to practice.

Ta Mei also returned to the courtyard to keep Yu Ping company.

The sun gradually rose higher, illuminating the courtyard brightly.

In the pool against the wall, a big red carp was wagging its tail wildly, creating waves of splashes.

The cooler water temperature did not make it slow down.

There were no fish to be caught in the middle of winter, so the previous stock had naturally been eaten up by Chen Yu, and now only this one was left.

After eating the food rich in spiritual energy, I have gained a lot of weight in the past two months.

The five- to six-pound carp is fighting with an adult man underwater, and it is still unknown who will win.

The branches of the jujube tree by the well were shining brightly, and the vegetable garden was in a state of desolation.

Most of the vegetables planted in the yard were killed by frost, only the cabbage and radishes were still strong.

Chen Yu planted a small piece of land in the space so that he could eat fresh cucumbers and beans all year round.

A thin layer of ice formed in Baimugou, but it melted soon after the sun came out.

The ducks raised by Chen Yu are playing here now.

Although they cannot be caught, the fish's slow movements at this time make them easier for the ducks to catch.

The river water was cold, but the thick down did not affect them at all.

From time to time he would dive into the river, and when he came out he would always have a small fish in his mouth.

Suddenly, a few ducks got excited and started flapping their wings and running wildly on the river. Their cries could be heard from miles away.

After Laba Festival comes the New Year.

Chen Yu had nothing to do these days, so he practiced at home. In his spare time, he studied magic and played with small animals.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, the six major families came to deliver New Year gifts.

There were no valuables, mostly chicken, duck, fish, meat, wine, and preserved fruits.

The He family also sent a roasted leg of lamb, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a burnt aroma.

The purpose of giving gifts is nothing more than to express respect and goodwill.

When dealing with a post-natal warrior, you should try your best to make friends with him, and avoid offending him if you can.

The people who ran errands were all ordinary servants from the six major families, which was not easy in such a cold weather.

Chen Yu gave each person twenty cents as a New Year's red envelope.

After seeing off the representatives of the six major families, Chen Yu decided to give himself a day off.

The town is extremely busy today.

The townspeople not only have to post couplets and door gods and worship their ancestors, but also prepare a sumptuous dinner for the New Year.

Chen Yu walked down the street, feeling as if he were in another world. This scene was almost the same as the towns and villages in his previous life decades ago.

The door gods here are two founding heroes of the Daning Dynasty, whom Taizu often used as his arms.

Most of the townspeople did not know the true deeds of the two generals, and only circulated various strange stories about them.

Some say they are gods, others say they are evil spirits.

Some even said that they were tigers and leopards in the mountains who had achieved enlightenment and had to help Taizu establish his foundation before they could achieve their goals.

Chen Yu returned home and wondered whether he should put two strips on the gate as well.

Or just post something like, “The immortal’s palace of immortality, the Taoist’s home of longevity as great as the sky”?

No, no, this sentence is too heavy for a mere Qi-refining cultivator like him to bear.

After much thought, Chen Yu posted a weird sentence: "The feathered clothes are often smoky and hazy, and are not stained by the peach and plum blossoms of the world."

This is a line from a Taoist poem, not a couplet.

It had no beginning or end, but was quite similar to his current state of mind.

If you want to talk about it, Chen Yu is not a Taoist. It's just that the cultivation of immortals in this world has some similarities with the Taoism in the previous life.

It just so happened that among the things sent by the six major families, there were a few pieces of red paper several feet long. Chen Yu dipped some charcoal powder and wrote the words on them.

In his previous life, he only learned calligraphy for a period of time, and his handwriting was crooked.

Now that he has become a Qi-refining cultivator, his control over strength has been greatly enhanced.

I have only been exposed to the writing of this world for a short time, and when I write it down it actually sounds quite realistic.

Daning has not yet developed the technology tree for gunpowder. Even among the six major families, the firecrackers used during the New Year are made of real burning bamboo.

Chen Yu didn't want to burn that stuff, nor did he want to go through the trouble of making saltpeter, so let it be.

In the kitchen, the fire was burning brightly.

Chen Yu heated up the fish sent by the six major families and made some vegetarian dishes so that they could have a sumptuous meal tonight.

But at this time someone came knocking on the door again.

It turned out to be Erlang of the Hu family. He cooked a table full of delicious dishes and brought them over on a small cart.

In the middle of winter, his ears were frozen red, but his face was filled with a smile of hope.

No matter how Chen Yu persuaded him, he parked the car in front of the courtyard gate and ran back like the wind.

On the top was a large pot of chicken soup, with steam still rising.

The inside of the car was covered with thick cloth, so the cold wind outside could not get in.

It was really hard for him.

Chen Yu looked at the table full of dishes and was quite speechless.

If it weren't for the fact that the monks' stomachs are much different from those of ordinary people, these things would have been left uneaten and wasted!

As night fell, the sound of burning bamboos could be heard in the distance.

A grayish-white smoke hung over the town, dispelling the chill of the winter wind.

A "quack" sound was heard, and it turned out that the ducks raised by Chen Yu came back from outside.

The big rooster also flew into the yard with the hens in a dignified manner.

Chen Yu cooked a lot of spiritual rice today, preparing a good meal for all the animals in the house, big and small.

The chickens and ducks ate the steaming hot rice mixed with a small amount of Zhuangxue San happily.

The carp are swishing their tails leisurely in the pond. It's a good day for a few days, so I'll give you a snack.

Chen Yu pulled out a thirty-year-old elixir from the space, crushed it into pieces and fed it to the carp.

After more than two months, it has adapted to the environment full of spiritual energy.

He didn't eat as fast as he did at the beginning.

Chen Yu threw the elixir pill over to it, and it swallowed it slowly and elegantly.

Ta Mei came into the house and ate with him.

Chen Yu's first New Year in the alien world passed peacefully and calmly in the company of animals.