But this was too fast after all.
Song Tan thought about it and shouted, "Dad, there's nothing down there, it's just a little dirty. I'll clean it up first, you wait a moment."
The sound echoed in the cellar, and then passed muffledly upwards. Song Sancheng quickly responded, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Tan looked around in the sweet potato cellar with peace of mind, but failed to find any small stones from the underground wall. He simply felt his pocket and found the eight glass beads that Qiao Qiao had given him in the morning.
These are not ordinary glass beads, but beautiful glass beads of various colors and shapes sealed inside. When Song Tan was a child, he played with glass balls, and one ball like this can be exchanged for five ordinary ones!
But now it is very much like a street stall, and even no one plays glass beads at street stalls. It was because Qiao Qiao accidentally ordered "grab one" when he bought checkers that he came here, and he liked it very much.
There were nine in total, and he only kept one for himself, giving the rest to Song Tan.
At this moment, these glass beads were held in Song Tan's palm.
She took a deep breath and focused her mind on the glass beads. Slowly, she saw them being entangled and enveloped by the spiritual energy rising from her palms...
…
It has been more than five months since he returned home, and more than five months since Song Tan resumed his practice.
Although the spiritual energy was scarce in the mountains, she practiced constantly and dispersed it all (casting spells secretly every night), so although she did not accumulate much spiritual energy, her practice progress was still considerable.
Today, I can finally let my spiritual energy permeate dead things a little bit—
For example, these glass balls in front of us.
Although it is still difficult and the effect is very different from usual, it can be used at least.
Glass is a material far inferior to jade.
Jade can contain spirit and nourish soul. The spiritual energy permeating into it can not only maintain the quality of jade, but even preserve it for future use as long as it is not damaged.
And this glass bead...
It can only serve as a carrier, locking the spiritual energy around it with difficulty and extending its retention time as long as possible.
At least now that the spiritual energy is permeating it, the glass bead does not seem to have changed at all.
But there is no way around it, because the quality of jade that can retain spiritual energy is also required. Just for a cellar - it's really not worth it!
Song Tan found the right position, and finally buried the glass beads into the soil and the wall with great difficulty. Then he mobilized the spiritual energy in his body, and slowly, with every breath, it seemed that he gradually responded to the eight glass beads.
Song Sancheng did not come down. If he had come down, he would have found that the air in the entire cellar was fresher and more pleasant than outside.
Song Tan raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and once again lamented how difficult it was to practice.
After all, her sect in her previous life was an upper realm with spiritual energy as rich as dripping morning dew, and one generation could rule over 900 middle realms.
And each middle realm can govern 3,000 lower realms...
This boundless universe is the world of practitioners.
Mount Sumeru can contain a mustard seed, and mountains and seas give birth to immortals.
And the spiritual energy I am exposed to now...
emmm…
It's still a little bit away from the lower realm.
Fortunately, she has a good spiritual root and has already had experience in cultivation. Now she has a calm mind and does not have any extravagant expectations, so she can achieve such progress.
But Song Tan doesn’t think about these things now.
She just looked at the dirt on her palms, untied the rope neatly, and shouted:
"Dad, I've packed it up! Ask them to bring the wine jars over."
"Can you move by yourself for a while? Qiao Qiao and I will go down and join you later?"
It's only a hundred pounds, and including the jar, it's less than two hundred pounds. Song Tan didn't want it: "I usually have more strength than you to carry the basket."
Song Sancheng: …Isn’t that just to show my concern for my daughter
He took out his phone in a huff to send a message. Just as he was about to go back to the yard to move in with Qiao Qiao, he heard Zhou Maozhu calling:
"Sancheng, I'll take Tianyu and Qiaoqiao with me and move the jar over there together!"
The jar was sealed tightly, with hemp ropes wrapped around it in a crisscross pattern and then passed through the shoulder pole.
Zhou Maozhu was worried that his son was useless, so he told him: "You lift the middle, and if you can't lift it, bend down. I'll lift the back, and Qiao Qiao will be in the front."
He had seen Qiao Qiao's strength. He could carry a basket of cucumbers without even breathing hard. He was much more powerful than his son.
Zhou Tianyu put it in the middle so he can be prepared as soon as he bends down. It is safer than putting it at the back.
Zhou Tianyu looked at the not-so-big jar and thought to himself, I have also suffered a lot. However, the carrying pole pressed on his shoulder bones, and he grimaced instantly!
It hurts so much!
Before he could shout out, he felt a lightness on his shoulders. He saw that the jar had been picked up by Qiao Qiao and Zhou Maozhu. He was trapped in the middle. He only had time to follow them for two awkward steps before he soon came out covered in dust.
Zhou Maozhu even said to Qiao Qiao: "It's just about 100 kilograms, the two of us can do it."
"Yeah!" Qiao Qiao was very confident: "It's very light, no need for Tianyu's help."
Zhou Tianyu rubbed his shoulder: ... Very light?! Then why does the bone hurt so much!
You don't have to go up the back mountain to get to the back slope. You just need to go around the back of the house and then walk up the slope for a while. Zhou Tianyu followed behind the two of them reluctantly, looking even more useless.
Until he saw Song Sancheng, the other party still said politely: "Ah You, Tianyu is here to help too, thank you for your hard work."
He became more and more embarrassed and his face turned red.
Until I watched Song Sancheng tie up the jar again, and then several people pulled the rope and lowered it little by little, shouting:
"Tan Tan, the wine jar has been put down, please take it!"
"Okay!" A muffled voice echoed from below.
His eyes widened instantly: "Is Song Tan the only one down there?"
This is too ridiculous, a girl is holding such a heavy thing...
In his imagination, a heavy wine jar was dropped from the sky, and a frail girl was struggling to hold it up with her hands, struggling to support it...
But the reality is—
"What's wrong with that?"
Song Sancheng was puzzled: "Isn't it tied with a rope? When it falls to the ground in the cellar later, can't she just untie the rope and move it?"
Although it would be a bit difficult to move, Tan Tan was sure it would be no problem. If there was any problem, she would shout and someone would come down to help move it!
As they were talking, they felt the rope loosen, and they heard Song Tan's voice: "I've landed. I'll untie the rope, and you can pull me up when I call."
Zhou Tianyu: …
Oh, yes, he realized later: when the jars are put into the cellar, they can fall to the ground without anyone supporting them...
Damn it! Did he forget to bring his brain today? Why is he always embarrassing himself?!
In the cellar, Song Tan loosened the rope, and now directly hugged the jar with both hands and put it in the corner of the cellar easily.
She looked around, picked up the hemp rope and put it around herself, thinking: With a simple arrangement of glass beads, this cellar can store things for a longer time, and it will be easy to store vegetables in autumn and winter!
After all, there are limited vegetable plots that can be built in greenhouses in winter. Nowadays, just in case (mainly because there are too many food buckets at home), we have to make dried vegetables of all kinds, which is also very troublesome!