The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 161 Rules
The phrase flashed through Lu Chengjing's mind. The faint touch brought a subtle itch, which surged up the skin of his palm to the tip of his heart, causing it to tremble slightly with each heartbeat.
His cold, dark eyes suddenly melted away, followed by a soft smile that rippled outwards.

He replied softly, "Yes, we're on the same wavelength."

Shang Wan clicked her tongue inwardly, thinking, "She's really easy to coax."

She stopped writing on her palm and asked, "If the Lin family wanted to betray us, they should have done so long ago. Why did they wait until now?"

“Actually, I prefer the second possibility,” Lu Chengjing said. “The timing is just right.”

Shang Wan toyed with his fingertips, "You mean, the Lu family will send someone over again in a few days?"

“If what Lu Chengyuan is referring to is indeed this matter, then the next people to come will not be from the Lu family.” Lu Chengjing’s lips pursed slightly, his tone firm, “but rather government officials.”

Shang Wan was eager to try, but she remembered that making false accusations would get her punished.

·
The next morning, Shang Wan received a big surprise.

It wasn't that Yuanyuan wet the bed, but rather that another piece of spiritual energy had been added to the space.

In this way, there are now four spirit fields in the space.

Shang Wan immersed her consciousness into the space, staring at the spiritual field, completely baffled.

She had previously guessed that the pattern of the increase in spiritual fields was that a piece would be added every fixed period of time, with an error of at most one or two days. However, the newly added piece of spiritual field clearly did not conform to this pattern.

It hasn't been that long; the interval hasn't even been half the time since the third spirit field appeared.

What exactly is the mechanism behind increasing the Spirit Field?

After racking her brains for a while without any results, Shang Wan decided to gather ideas from all sides and hold a small meeting with those in the know.

“Perhaps it’s related to the crops you’re planting,” Lu Chengjing suggested. “You used to plant bok choy, but now you’re planting herbs. Maybe planting more herbs can increase the number of spirit fields.”

Shang Wan thought this guess was unreliable. "Some herbs can also be used as vegetables. For example, the wild vegetable that Xiao Huan picked last time, Shi Tou said that eating it can prevent indigestion."

Shi Tou said, "Could it be that planting the same type of crop results in slower growth, while planting different crops results in faster growth?"

Shang Wan thought about it and felt that it was possible.

She had been growing bok choy until the second spiritual field appeared, after which she started growing herbs. Then, the third and fourth spiritual fields appeared one after another, with each subsequent appearance occurring at a shorter interval.

"Xiao Huan, what do you think?"

Xiao Huan's focus was different; she guessed, "Could it be related to the use of the spirit spring water?"

After losing a lot of blood due to her injury, the little girl's face looked noticeably thinner, and her voice was weak and feeble.

Shang Wan felt sorry for her and thought about making her some good food to nourish her.

But all she knows how to make is terrible food; it feels like eating it won't nourish you, but will actually make you weak.

Xiao Huan coughed lightly twice to suppress the itch in her throat before saying, "The space should be a single entity. Before, I only used the spiritual spring water to drink and put it into medicinal ointments. Recently, I started using it to grow herbs. Compared to before, the amount of spiritual spring water used has increased a lot, which may affect the spiritual fields and cause changes."

Shang Wan thought about it and felt that this guess was also possible.

When she first transmigrated, there were only a few drops of spiritual spring water, so she had to use it sparingly. Later, as the amount of spiritual spring water increased, she no longer had to worry about running out, and her usage naturally increased.

She said, "I think there's another possibility: it could happen randomly."

Shang Wan knew her own situation. Before she transmigrated, her spatial ability was level ten, and she had a vast expanse of spiritual fields that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

Her guess was still related to time.

Even flying from the Southern Hemisphere to the Northern Hemisphere requires adjusting to the time difference. She's already traveled from one world to another, so why can't her superpowers adjust to the time difference too?

Just like loading a game progress bar, it has to be loaded little by little.

She suspected that her current superpower was still loading, loading as the progress bar indicated. Hearing the unfamiliar term, Lu Chengjing asked, "What does 'randomly appear' mean?"

Shi Tou and Xiao Huan also looked at Shang Wan blankly.

Shang Wan thought for a moment and felt that explaining with words was a bit weak, so she got up and took a piece of cloth to demonstrate to the three of them.

“You think of space as this teapot.”

Shang Wan unfolded the cloth, completely covering the teapot on the table. Then she grabbed the left side of the cloth and pulled it to the left little by little, gradually revealing the teapot.

"This piece of cloth represents daily life. The longer the days go by, the more the teapot will be exposed, until it is completely exposed."

As she finished speaking, Shang Wan pulled the entire piece of cloth off the teapot, revealing the complete teapot.

All three of them stared at the teapot, trying to process Shang Wan's words, and no one spoke for the time being.

Shang Wan stretched out her index finger and spun around on the cloth, waiting for the three of them to slowly accept it.

Suddenly, Lu Chengjing raised his eyelids, his calm gaze fixed on Shang Wan, and asked, "How do you know there was originally a whole teapot?"

Shang Wan: "..."

Don't be so perceptive!
"My guess."

His dark eyes were like a bottomless pool. Lu Chengjing stared at Shang Wan for a moment, then looked away without asking any further questions.

Shang Wan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The four discussed for about half an hour, and in addition to the previous guesses, they came up with several more. Shang Wan decided to verify these guesses one by one.

The increase in spiritual fields is beneficial to her. If she can grasp the pattern or rules of the increase in spiritual fields, she may be able to use it in reverse to contribute to her planting business.

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"I'm taking Yuanyuan out for a stroll, and I'll also pick up Xiaohuan's medicine while I'm at it." Shang Wan bent down and picked up her little one.

"Wait for me, I'm coming too." Chu Xu had been itching to go out, but he was afraid of running into assassins and didn't dare to go out on his own. Now that Shang Wan had gone out for a stroll, he immediately ran after her.

For Chu Xu, having grown tired of even the hustle and bustle of the capital, there was really nothing interesting to see in such a small village.

But because he had been cooped up for so long, with only a few people coming and going from home, he was still quite excited to suddenly see some new faces.

A strange face suddenly appeared in the village and followed Shang Wan. Everyone was curious and asked Shang Wan about it.

Shang Wan said, "He's my nephew from my maternal family. Just call him Anian."

"A-Nian is a nice name. How old is he?"

"Six years old."

"This child is quite pretty, and looks a bit like the scholar's wife."

"We're all family, how can we not look alike?"

“It’s different for families that are educated; even this child is better looking than ours.”

"Oh my, what a chubby little face! It's so cute!"

A group of uncles and aunts gathered around, patting his head and pinching his face, as if he were something special.

Chu Xu was completely overwhelmed by this enthusiasm and kept covering his face, hiding behind Shang Wan.

He only peeked out after everyone had left, covering his flushed face and muttering, "How scary."

The young master is always surrounded by people who protect him like the apple of their eye. When has he ever been treated like a mascot and touched?

Shang Wan chuckled and ruffled his hair, her almond-shaped eyes curving slightly. "Does your face hurt?"