Spring comes to the desperate place

Song Chunlin worked for a long time before he finally finished sorting the thin layer of books on the top. Looking at the messy pile of books on the ground, Song Chunlin's eyes went dark.

He must have been mentally ill to have only wanted the books and not the bookshelf. Now he has searched so hard that he has gone crazy but still can't find the book "Qimin Yaoshu".

He sat on the ground and sighed deeply. He realized that the car outside had stopped and Song Chunlin had also left the space.

Song Dazhuang drove the carriage into a forest on the side of the road and did not dare to stop directly on the side of the road. The world was in a very chaotic situation now, and Song Dazhuang thought it was better to be cautious.

Song Qinshi and Song A'mo carried the clay stove down, dug out the earthenware pot and started cooking. They didn't dare to cook anything too spicy when they were away from home, so they just boiled a pot of water, added the seaweed that Song Chunlin had brought out, and beat a few eggs. After the soup was cooked, they put it aside. Song Qinshi put the prepared roujiamo on the fire to heat it up. The aroma of the cooked meat filled the air. The wheat-scented pancakes became crispy and fragrant after being heated. Song Dazhuang ate four of them in one breath and drank a bowl of hot seaweed and egg drop soup. He felt that a lot of the day's fatigue had been dispelled.

Gu Fengyue also ate two. Like Song Chunsheng, he was a growing boy. Ever since Song Chunlin confessed his experience in the space, the Song family members' appetites increased a lot. Song Chunsheng also looked much stronger than when Song Chunlin first came here.

After finishing the last pancake, Song Chunlin licked his fingers with satisfaction. This is worthy of being an old shop that has been popular for thirty years. The braised meat is so fragrant that even after finishing the meal, the faint aroma lingers on the tip of his nose.

Song Chunlin sniffed himself. Well, he was also full of the scent of meat, which could be smelled from a long distance. Fortunately, they were all family members, otherwise it would be terrible if such a fragrant smell was smelled by others.

Everyone was full and satisfied. Song Chunlin nodded slightly to Song Dazhuang, meaning that a mental barrier had been set up around them, and if anyone entered, he would be reminded immediately. Song Dazhuang and others just thought it was the effect of space, and Song Chunlin never explained it. As long as it was useful, it was fine.

Gu Fengyue was still a wounded soldier and was arranged to sleep in the carriage. At first he was a little embarrassed, so Grandpa Song directly stuffed the sleepy Song Xiaobao into his arms and asked him to watch him.

Gu Fengyue looked speechlessly at the dazed Song Xiaobao in her arms and began to wonder why she suddenly had to take on the task of taking care of the baby.

Song Qin took Song Chunsheng and Song Chunlin to sleep on the floor next to the fire outside. Song Chunlin slept too much during the day, so he took the initiative to come over and keep watch with Song Dazhuang.

"Little kid, you need to sleep more to grow taller. Go away, go to sleep with your mother." Song Dazhuang waved his hand to send him away, but Song Chunlin smiled and turned out a bowl of water with a little spiritual spring water in it, which could relieve fatigue and refresh the mind.

Song Dazhuang knew it was a good thing, so he didn't refuse and drank it all in one gulp. The clear water mixed with the spiritual spring water was sweet and delicious. After finishing a bowl of it, he felt refreshed. After driving the carriage all day, Song Dazhuang originally felt exhausted, but now he not only didn't feel tired, but also felt full of energy and could drive the carriage for another night.

Song Dazhuang was holding the empty bowl and preparing for Song Chunlin to put it away, but the horse behind him leaned over and tried to lick the bowl in his hand. Both Song Dazhuang and Song Chunlin were startled.

"What's wrong with this horse?" Song Dazhuang didn't understand. Song Chunlin saw that the horse was chasing the empty bowl and licking it non-stop after catching it. Suddenly, an idea popped into Song Chunlin's mind, so he flipped his hand and took out another bowl of water.

He handed the bowl of water to the horse, but the horse didn't even look at it and continued to chase after the bowl in Song Dazhuang's hand.

Song Dazhuang was also surprised: "This horse seems to like me quite a lot. Look, it ignores you."

Song Chunlin silently put the bowl of water into the space, and took it out again after a while. This time, the horse gave up Song Dazhuang and chased Song Chunlin instead - the bowl in his hand.

Looking at the horse drinking the water in the bowl sip by sip, Song Chunlin smiled with satisfaction.

"Dad, it seems that this animal knows more than humans."

Song Chunlin told Song Dazhuang that he had added spiritual spring water to the bowl. Song Dazhuang suddenly realized: "No wonder, I said it was because I was liked by the horse."

Song Dazhuang was quite concerned about the fact that the horse didn't like him, so he teased it again after the horse drank the water. Of course, the horse did not respond, and it knew very well who was the big boss who could give it the spiritual spring water. After Song Chunlin fed it the spiritual spring water, it began to act coquettishly towards Song Chunlin, which made Song Dazhuang very jealous.

It was also the first time that Song Chunlin knew that animals could also drink spiritual spring water. So, could vegetables also be watered with spiritual spring water in the future?

If the vegetables are watered with spiritual spring water, will the vegetables that come out of it also have some spiritual energy?

However, all these can only be realized later. Song Chunlin calmed the horse, said hello to Song Dazhuang, and then lay down next to his brother, intending to continue struggling in the space.

After sorting out some of the books during the day, Song Chunlin sorted out those related to agriculture and animal husbandry first. Fortunately, he collected books from many places, and he would go into almost every bookstore or library he came across to collect books. This is how he gradually accumulated so many books.

It's just that there are so many books that it's hard to find them, so Song Chunlin resigned himself to his fate and stuck his butt out to look for them in the huge mountain of books.

Although he did not find "Qimin Yaoshu", he found "Postpartum Care of Sows", "Film Covering Technology", "Agricultural Meteorology", and "Atlas of Efficient Strawberry Cultivation Technology". But after counting on his fingers, it seemed that none of them could be used.

Song Chunlin looked at the more modern agricultural knowledge books, and found that only one book, "Atlas of Efficient Strawberry Cultivation Technology", was barely useful, because the Song family still wanted to grow strawberries and sell them in Beijing.

Song Chunlin sat on the ground and flipped through a few pages. Wow, there were so many words everywhere that he felt dizzy.

After closing the book, the dizzy feeling disappeared. Song Chunlin felt that this job had to be left to others, as he could not do it at all.

Song Chunlin was busy in the space for a whole night, and when it was dawn, he finally found the "Qimin Yaoshu" he had been longing for in the mountain of books. There was not only "Qimin Yaoshu", but also the later "Nong Zheng Quanshu". The name sounded like it was written by ancient people. Song Chunlin didn't know whether this was the Southern and Northern Dynasties in his previous life, but he couldn't care less. At most, he could let his family members read it and don't let his father spread it.

After finding the books he wanted, Song Chunlin left the space refreshed. Recently, he discovered that as long as he stayed in the space for a long time, his mental power would feel very comfortable, just like drinking spiritual spring water, and his mental power was well combed.