The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

In the following days, Xiao Han went to the orchard to catch insects in the morning and wrote books at home in the afternoon.

The fantasy cultivation novels in modern male-oriented literature often have millions or even tens of millions of words, which will definitely not work here.

It just so happened that Xiao Han, who was writing a book for the first time, did not have the ability to write a long novel, so she decided to only write some more exciting face-slapping plots, as well as the indispensable old plot of the male protagonist being surrounded by a bunch of beautiful women.

From ancient times to the present, no man can escape the temptation of holding power while awake and lying on the lap of a beautiful woman while drunk.

As a female author, Xiao Han actually hates harem and stallion novels, but in order to make money, she can only cater to market demand.

However, Xiao Han finally decided that although beauties can surround her, the man is still loyal.

Try to take into account those who read literature, such as female monks like Jiang Wan. I think whether it is ancient or modern, women still hope to be together for life.

After writing for five afternoons and a half, Xiao Han decided to end the story at the climax where he would be embarrassed. He copied it down and showed it to the bookstore owner first.

Before dark, Xiao Han, who was preparing to have dinner, received a sound transmission note from Hu Linghua.

He injected spiritual energy into the shadow of the flying bird, and the shadow dispersed. Hu Linghua's voice came: "Xiao Han, if you have nothing to do tomorrow, come and continue to pull weeds. Let's meet at the old place. If you find something else to do, forget it."

Xiao Han wanted to pull weeds; after all, while that work was hard, it earned her spirit pearls. However, she still had to work for Grandma Yuan for a long time, so she wouldn't be able to earn spirit pearls.

I picked up the porridge with some regret and took a few bites. I could no longer eat the plain porridge without any side dishes.

As expected, if you eat any good thing every day, you'll get tired of it. She had always thought that she could drink this spiritual rice porridge for the rest of her life without any side dishes, but now she realized that she had underestimated people's bad nature.

It is human nature to like new things and dislike old things and to have changing tastes.

I don’t know if there are any pickles for sale in the mortal market. Adding some pickles should be able to fool this mouth that doesn’t like monotonous food for a while.

The next morning, Xiao Han went to the Mortal Market and looked around, but didn't see any pickles for sale. Finally, she asked the owner of a grocery store, and the owner told her that there was no store specializing in selling pickles in the market, but if she wanted to eat some, the owner could sell her some of her own pickles.

Finally, Xiao Han spent two spirit beads and bought a big bowl of pickled radish cubes.

With these diced radish, Xiao Han’s cold porridge for breakfast tasted extra delicious.

As for the fact that eating mortals' pickled vegetables without spiritual energy would have foul energy in their bodies, Xiao Han didn't care at all.

It's just like when she was a working girl in modern times and ate in the canteen. I heard that in order to make money, the canteen bought potatoes that were sprouted and sold in piles. But did the workers have the room to pick and choose?

The poor are not qualified to care about these things.

The red-shelled flying insects in the orchard are almost finishing their egg-laying season, and it is becoming difficult to find any flying insects. It would be great if you can find four or five flying insects in half a morning. If there are not many flying insects, Xiao Han's spiritual power can sustain him for half a day.

However, Xiao Han felt a little regretful. If there were more flying insects, she would be able to practice the entanglement technique more proficiently.

With the red-armored flying insect as a quick-reacting training object, the effect would naturally be better than practicing on a dead object.

Seeing that the red-armored flying insects were indeed rare and hard to find, Grandma Yuan simply gave Xiao Han a five-day holiday and asked her to come back five days later to start searching for insect eggs.

The eggs of the red-shelled flying insect are very small. In addition, it only lays one egg on a fruit, and the color of the egg is similar to that of the spiritual fruit. Therefore, it cannot be found at all in the early stage when it has not grown up.

After another four or five days, some of the early eggs laid by the red beetle have grown to the size of mung beans and are about to hatch, making them easier to find at this time.

Xiao Han was naturally happy to have five days off. She simply stayed at home all day copying storybooks.

It has to be said that transcribing in a different-time and space script similar to seal script is even slower than writing her first draft.

For many words, she had to rely on flipping through the book "Reading and Understanding the Meaning of Words" that she used when she was learning to read.

It took me five full days to finally finish transcribing it.

The next day when he went to work, Xiao Han put the manuscript in a cloth bag and took it to Grandma Yuan, planning to stop by the bookstore in the main city after work.

When Granny Yuan saw her put the cloth bag in the kitchen, she asked casually, "What's in it?"

Xiao Han said embarrassedly: "I wrote a story book and planned to show it to the bookstore owner."

Granny Yuan was very interested and said, "Bring it here so I can see it."

When she was young, she also loved reading storybooks, but after reading so many, she gradually grew tired of the same old routines. Even when she occasionally went to a bookstore to browse, it was difficult to find a storybook that she liked and wanted to read.

Xiao Han's manuscript was not bound, but numbers were marked in sequence in the lower right corner of each page.

She explained the meaning of the page numbers to Granny Yuan, who picked up the first page and began to read. However, she quickly frowned and said, "How can this be written in colloquial language? What kind of book would write like this?"

Xiao Han was a little embarrassed. "I haven't read much, so I can only use spoken language to make up stories. I thought that if the bookstore owner likes the plot, I can ask someone else to polish it."

Granny Yuan didn't say anything else, but read on at a glance.

But gradually, she became fascinated by it.

Seeing that Granny Yuan didn't even look up, Xiao Han didn't know what insect eggs looked like, and couldn't do his work, so he reminded her, "Granny Yuan, please stop looking and take me to identify the insect eggs."

But Granny Yuan waved her hand without even looking up, "Go and meditate for a while, and I'll talk to you after I finish reading the storybook."