After smashing the big wild boar, An Wan'er was so happy that she was so angry that she almost couldn't stop talking about her good luck today.

This is a reversal of things, so after she became cannon fodder after she was unlucky, she was compensated for the space with a spiritual spring, but she also had good luck with koi?

An Wan'er, who was puzzled, quickly put aside this question that was destined to be unable to get answers by thinking about it.

She and the excited black tiger walked around the big wild boar and found that she could not move it, let alone take it back.

She turned her eyes and took out her handkerchief. She held a branch and wrote a few words with blood from the wound of the wild boar.

While An Wan'er was glad that her original body had known words, she was glad that her original deity had studied traditional Chinese medicine with her grandfather since she was a child. She not only had access to reading, but also had no problem writing.

Blow-dry the blood on the handkerchief and let the black tiger bite it. An Wan'er patted the dog's head and smiled: "I'm here to guard it. Go back and ask my father to find someone to bring this big guy down the mountain. Otherwise, we two would not be able to get it back."

The wild boar is too big, so it would be fine if An Wan'er uses space to transport it down the mountain. She has little space, but it would be fine if she put down a big wild boar. But An Wan'er would never do that.

The space must not be exposed.

Even if she was sincere to herself and loved herself more than their own parents, she would not tell them the big secret of having a spiritual spring space.

She was worried that they could not bear such a secret, and the secret became their burden instead. So it was not only them, but also her future little buns, and she would not disclose any secrets about this space.

"Woom."

After hearing An Wan'er's words, Heihu shouted at her twice, shook his tail and excitedly held the handkerchief in his mouth, turned around and disappeared quickly in front of her.

As soon as the black tiger left, the bored An Wan'er first prayed to her parents who loved her so much that she could not be frightened and fainted because of her bloody handkerchief. Then she focused her attention into the space.

When the consciousness stumbled into the space, An Wan'er's eyes were so shocked that she was straightened.

What did she see?

In the space, the two broken roots she had put in before actually arched out of the soil in such a short period of time and grew back into a large ginseng of five or six hundred years.

Try to dig them out with your mind. An Wan'er found that her thoughts were very useful in this space. With just one thought, the ginseng would appear in front of her intact.

After seeing it clearly, An Wan'er was even more shocked. The ginseng, which was originally just two roots, really looked like a five or six hundred years old. The whole ginseng, which was originally three hundred years old, was even more exaggerated.

It now looks at least one thousand taels of age. The whole root spreads, and it is almost the same height as an adult man.

An Wan'er: "..."

Seven liang of ginseng is ginseng, and eight liang is treasure. Now she has changed three, and three more are treasures... Can she still drink her ginseng chicken soup?

She definitely couldn't take out all three ginsengs, she could only take one small one to avoid scaring her parents.

But even this little one, I’m afraid her parents would put it away as a family heirloom?

After thinking about it, An Wan'er could only fold two pieces of roots from a small ginseng, and then buried them directly in the soil and irrigated them with different amounts of spiritual spring water.

Now that she was doing it, she planted two smaller ginseng with Lingquan water, so that she would not get to the point where she could fly away the ginseng chicken soup on her mouth.

Haha, the effect of the spiritual spring water on plants is really too good. I wonder what will happen if a human or an animal drinks it?

Removing all diseases and prolonging life?

Unable to help looking at the big wild boar whose head was almost blooming by her. An Wan'er turned her gaze away and looked at the two listless pheasants who were finally gasping for breath.

After finding a leaf, An Wan'er used her mind to lure some spiritual spring water out to feed the two pheasants.

The two pheasants were still weak, no matter when they were drinking water, they were still liked, and they did not show any preference and energy.

Well, it seems that this spiritual spring water has no effect on animals. It also seems that there are no side effects?

Otherwise, keep them first, eat pig-killing vegetables tonight, and ginseng and chicken soup tomorrow. By the way, if there is nothing wrong with them, try to drink some spiritual spring water to see if this spiritual spring water is also not good for people?

After thinking about it, An Wan'er kindly helped the two pheasants adjust their positions. She let their heads face the grassy ground so that they could peck at the food themselves.

After doing this, An Wan'er saw wild ginger growing nearby. She picked up a piece of stone and planted it in the black soil of the space.

She buried it very shallowly, and this time she was much more careful when watering the wild ginger, and only watered two small drops.

After watering the Lingquan water, she stared at it with decent eyes and soon found that the Lingquan water had a very powerful effect on plants. Just two drops of Lingquan water, the wild ginger actually grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, it grew into a piece before it stopped growing.

Looking at the roots of the two ginseng that she planted again before, An Wan'er found that they had also stopped growing.

This time, because she didn't say that there were too many spiritual springs, one had grown into a year of about a hundred years, and the other had only about thirty years.

This is enough.

An Wan'er with satisfaction pulled her consciousness out of the space, looked at no one around, and drew a drop of spiritual spring water on a vine, watching the vine grow wildly and then stopped. She began to pull the vine and weave the straw curtains.

Take out the three ginseng and roll them into the weaved straw curtain, tie them carefully and put them aside, An Wan'er continued to weave the basket.

The skill of weaving baskets was not what she knew, but her original body An Wan'er. She remembered that she had some hands at the beginning, but gradually she got better and better.

She didn't weave the basket big. After she finished weaving it, she put two old ones in it and piled it with black fungus on it, and then she put the ginseng, which was only thirty years old, on the top.

After doing all this, she heard the cry of the black tiger coming from afar.

"father----"

An Wan'er threw down the half-finished basket and stood up. Sure enough, she saw her father An Shengchang in the book, bringing Weng Butcher Weng and his three sons in the village with ropes and long sticks.
Chapter completed!