Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Using the bees in her space, Li Mo'er dealt with these malicious people, and felt extremely satisfied.

Grandma Yang Yuqing and her eldest son and his wife didn't peek out from under the sheets and clothes for a long time after Li Mo'er took the bees away.

At this point, due to the venom of the bee's stinger, the faces of the group were swollen, their eyes were narrowed to slits, and their mouths looked like sausage lips.

The old lady made sure there were no bees in the house, sat up, saw her eldest son next to her, and slapped him hard across the face.

The sound of slapping continued incessantly. While hitting her, he cursed, "You beast, you damn bastard, you made my mother get stung under the table."

Because her mouth had been stung several times, she was speaking with a lisp.

Her eldest son had also been stung on his head and face, and being hit made the pain even more excruciating.

Howling, he rolled off the kang (a heated brick bed), pleading, "Mother, Mother, Mother, it hurt so much from the sting, you can't blame me. Oh, Mother, come and see Yuzhu, she's foaming at the mouth."

The old woman got off the kang (a heated brick bed) and looked at the person on the ground. He was already ugly, but after being stung, his face became even uglier.

The old woman slapped her eldest son on the back of the head again, scolding, "What are you still looking at? Hurry up and take him to the hospital. Ugh, this face isn't even as good-looking as Wang Ermazi from the village entrance."

He glanced at Yang Yuzhu, who was foaming at the mouth on the ground, and clicked his tongue twice: "Oh dear, I can't even bear to look. Get her away from here. Where's Third Brother? Third Brother, you good-for-nothing! I've been stung, and you don't even care. You're an ungrateful wretch. Get over here and help take Yuzhu to the hospital! What a mess! Where did all these bees come from?"

After dealing with these ill-intentioned people, Li Mo'er locked the inn door and entered her spatial dimension.

Once inside the space, she began practicing various musical instruments. Before, she didn't have time and hadn't played many of the pieces. Now, with the tenfold time difference in the space, she had plenty of time to practice various skills.

When she got tired of practicing, she would have a sudden thought and go up the mountain to see the ginseng and various precious trees that she had planted.

As she watched the ginseng grow bigger and the trees thicker day by day, she was filled with emotion.

She dared not imagine what her life would have been like without this magical space after she transmigrated here. Perhaps she would still be struggling to make ends meet in Xiaoli Village.

For the past ten days or so, I've been practicing various skills in this space: musical instruments, calligraphy, and carving.

Outside the space, at six in the morning, Li Mo'er, full of energy, left the space and used her consciousness to surround Yang Yuqing's house, only to find that Yang Yuqing had not yet arrived home.

Li Mo'er wasn't in a hurry; she would just wait patiently. Her thoughts enveloped Yang Yuqing's kitchen, where she saw Yang Yuqing's grandmother cursing. The person being cursed was Yang Yuqing's mother: "Are you trying to die? Getting up early and not cooking! We're marrying off your daughter, not sending her to her death! Who are you giving this attitude to? You're not going to cook, are you? If you're not going to cook, then don't eat!"

He turned his head and shouted towards the eldest brother's room, "Eldest brother's wife, get up and cook! Are you all pretending to be dead in your rooms, waiting for me to cook for you?"

After a long while, Yang Yuqing's aunt slowly came out of the room, took the small amount of millet and cornmeal from the old lady's hand, and went to the kitchen to cook. As she walked, she muttered some unpleasant words: "You're so spoiled. Who are you trying to scare by not cooking? I've always seen you never cook. I'm not making your portion today either. I haven't cooked in years. I'm so unlucky."

Seeing them all bullying Yang Yuqing's mother, Li Mo'er's anger flared.

Li Mo'er was waiting. Just as Yang Yuqing's aunt finished cooking the corn and sweet potato porridge, he had a thought, and a basketball-sized rock fell from the sky, smashing directly into the pot. The six-sided pot was smashed open, and the cooked porridge flowed into the stove pit through the hole. Yang Yuqing's aunt was startled and stood by the stove, at a loss for what to do.

The old lady heard the sound of a stone smashing a pot inside the house, and came out of the house into the kitchen with a gloomy face.

When she saw the large rock in the pot, her anger level skyrocketed.