Don't farm, cultivate immortality!

"Even Master doesn't understand matters concerning men and women."

"But Yunling, you must promise your master."

"No matter what, you must not do anything indecent with him before he marries you."

Yunling looked at Yuan Yan with a puzzled expression and asked, "Master, what kind of things are considered frivolous?"

Yuan Yan was a little confused by those innocent eyes, so he could only brush it off by saying, "When you're older, your master will teach you."

...

In the evening, Zhuang Xing happily went to the tent to pick up Yunling so they could go back for dinner.

For some reason, he felt that Master Yuan Yan's attitude towards him was much gentler this time.

Knowing that Yunling was coming, her mother steamed buns, boiled cured meat, and baked naan bread with meat filling at home.

After the meal, Zhuang Xing led Yunling inside and lit the oil lamp.

A much larger white rat lay on Zhuang Xing's bed.

While her father was washing the dishes, her mother brought in steamed buns and pre-cut cured meat, placing them in front of the white mouse.

The white mouse happily munched on the steamed bun; it seemed to have developed a liking for it after eating it during the day.

Yunling stroked the white mouse's fur and watched it for a while.

"Xiao He, where did you put my clothes?! Come quickly and help me find them!"

The father's voice came from outside.

I don't know if my father did it on purpose or if he really couldn't find any clothes, but anyway, my mother was sent away like that.

Unfortunately, there was not only Zhuang Xing and Yun Ling in the room, but also a huge light bulb.

Yunling picked up the white mouse and rubbed its face. From this angle, it really looked like a chubby guinea pig.

"You've already had children?" Yunling said with a touch of emotion. "What are your children like? Do you find them annoying?"

The white mouse nibbled on a steamed bun in her arms. After a while, it swallowed the bun and the cured meat and burrowed into the soil.

“It must have gone back to deliver food,” Zhuang Xing said. “Why don’t you wait a little longer? Maybe it will bring its pups over to see you.”

"Then I'll wait a little longer." Yunling sat down on Zhuang Xing's bedside.

A short while later, the white mouse emerged with its entire family.

The two little furballs happily came over.

Perhaps because they are usually kept under their parents' control and rarely have the opportunity to go out and play, the two of them are lively and jumping around everywhere.

Big White also ran out, but it only poked its head out of the pit and didn't climb up, as if it was always ready to call the child away and then run away.

It is very wary; it may have been cheated or deceived in the past.

Compared to Zhuang Xing, Yun Ling is more favored by the two little furballs.

Looking at the little ball of fur in her palm, Yunling smiled faintly. From this angle, she really looked like a virtuous wife and loving mother.

...

Ten days later, the finished thermometers arrived from Yidu.

The speed was quite fast; for the standards of this era, it was faster than expected.

After all, there was an imperial decree in place, so the craftsmen rushing to make the thermometer must have been afraid of losing their heads if they messed it up.

If you're prepared to have your whole family beheaded if you fail to achieve your goal, you can unleash tremendous potential.

The finished product was much more exquisite than Zhuangxing had expected. A total of ten mercury thermometers were delivered. To prevent them from breaking during transportation, expensive wool was laid in the boxes containing the thermometers as cushioning, and each thermometer was placed in a separate wooden box.

The craftsmen basically replicated Zhuang Xing's requirements, ensuring that the mercury rose or fell within a very thin pipe when the temperature changed.

Due to the immaturity of the technology, these thermometers appear somewhat bulky.

To make the changes in mercury more visible and obvious, the bottom bubble is quite large. If the thermometer breaks and the mercury spills out, it will be difficult to handle and may even cause poisoning, so it must be used with caution.

In addition, the pipe wall is very thick. It seems that if the pipe wall is too thin, it will easily break, so it was made this way.

Zhuang Xing knew why, but that involved air pressure. Anyway, with current technology, it was impossible to create a vacuum, so it was already quite good that it could be done like this.

According to the officials who were transporting the goods, the number of failed products was dozens of times more than the number of successful products. The craftsmen worked extremely hard and did not even rest at night.

I never imagined that I would be marking the world's first thermometer in the village where I was born.

Since Zhuang Xing "invented" this thing, the task of designing units of measurement for hot and cold was ultimately entrusted to him.

"Let's use temperature as the unit to measure hot and cold," Zhuang Xing said, holding the thermometer. "The temperature at which water freezes is set at zero degrees."

They measured the thermometers and found that the differences between the ten thermometers were very small, so they could basically be used as the same product.

They solidified the snow and measured the temperature at which mercury solidified.

Using this temperature as a baseline, and then the temperature at which the snow melts, the length of the change is divided into forty equal parts, with each ten divisions marked as a longer division.

Further optimization is a matter for the future. In any case, from this day forward, the agricultural company will use the "temperature of the day" to record the growth of wheat.

In this way, even the temperature inside the soil can be measured, and the summarization of various data becomes much more accurate.

Winter came early and left much later.

By the time of Lichun (the beginning of spring), the snow had not melted.

Five days after the start of spring, the weather slowly began to warm up.

The village is still under construction at a rapid pace. The villagers' fields have been requisitioned, new fields have been reclaimed along the river, new waterwheels have been built, and many ditches have been dug.

Many oxen pulled plows, loosening the soil.

After the cold winter, with the arrival of sunlight, the wheat began to grow.

By February, the winter wheat that had been planted had all produced ears of wheat and was ready for harvest.

Spring wheat was also sown in February and sprouted.

Zhuang Xing, leading his black horse, stood by the field and gazed at the lush green expanse.

When he returned from walking his horse, Wuzhui, he heard panicked noises coming from the village entrance.

A dozen or so officers, each holding a steel fork, were confronting something.

Behind them, someone drew a bow and shot an arrow. Zhuang Xing heard a wild beast roar, and then the surrounding soldiers hurriedly scattered as a huge wild boar charged towards them.

The wild boar was two centimeters taller than a person, looking about three meters tall. It was completely black, with tusks protruding from its mouth, and stood there like a small, raised hill.

That being said, it only has a large frame; in reality, it's already skin and bones.

Its ribs were clearly visible, and it had many scars on its body.

Zhuang Xing stepped onto the saddle and mounted the black horse.

Standing on high ground, he saw the tracks left by the wild boar.

No wonder I didn't see any trace of it nearby; it came from the river, the murky mud clinging to the wild boar's bristling fur, like some kind of savage totem.

Its purpose was the field that had yielded ears of wheat. One field was ruined by it, and the ears of wheat were trampled into a mess.

It must have had a very difficult winter; it must have been starving, as it ate quite a few ears of wheat in the field.

Even when threatened with steel forks by the officials and shot in the rear with arrows, it showed no intention of running away. Instead, it became even more ferocious and charged towards the crowd.

This pig seemed to possess a demonic aura; it was no longer an ordinary creature.

It may have only wandered into this area because it had nowhere else to go.

But those wheat fields are the food of the whole world; we can't let them run rampant anymore.

Moreover, this is Zhuangxing's village. An ordinary person would probably lose their life if it bumped into them. If it were to break into the village, people would die.

"Wuzhui, are you afraid?" Zhuang Xing stroked Wuzhui's neck.

The black horse neighed and raised its head high.

As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Although Wuzhui was a young colt, it was full of fighting spirit and had no fear of the pig demon.

"Alright." Zhuang Xing drew his sword. "Come with me to stop it!"

The black horse raised its head, its four hooves pounding the ground, and charged towards the raging wild boar.

The wild boar charged wildly, and more than a dozen soldiers could not stop it, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

Several armored officers, wielding swords, went forward and began to chop off the head of the wild boar.

Their auras were solid, indicating they were cultivators; however, even with their thick blades embedded in the wild boar's neck, they could not pull them out.

The pig demon had thick skin and flesh. Although they managed to hit it, they only felt a jolt in their hands and could not inflict a fatal wound.

With a flick of its head, the wild boar sent them all flying.

One man was thrown to the ground, and the wild boar headed at him. In desperation, he jumped up and shouted.

It seemed to be some kind of shocking technique. Zhuang Xing felt a jolt in his ears upon hearing the sound, and the wild boar actually paused for a moment, shifting its position slightly.

But the man was still hit on the arm, and his hand twisted outward in a terrible arc, breaking off just like that.

The bearded constable was pale, sweating profusely, and blood seeped from his severed arm, staining his arm guard crimson.

He seemed unable to stand up again. The soldiers around him were drawing their bows and firing arrows, but the arrows were all deflected by the pig demon's bristling hair.

The pig demon charged at the fallen officer once again, who sat on the ground, just staring blankly.

As the black horse finally approached the boar demon, Zhuang Xing immediately channeled his Qi, pouring both his innate Qi and true Qi into the sword. The long sword in his hand flew out and shot straight toward the wild boar.

——Shine

The sword and the wild boar's fur intertwined, as if metal and iron were clashing.

Amidst the piercing metallic hum, a huge gash was slashed open in the enormous boar's head.

Zhuang Xing aimed at its spine; the pig demon was too big to cut off its head entirely.

However, with the sharpness of the innate Qi, it easily pierced through its spine. The purple-gold longsword shot out directly from one end of the pig demon, swirling backward and severing the tendons of the pig demon's four hooves.

Blood gushed out, and the pig demon's body immediately lost control and collapsed.

However, its body was still propelled forward by inertia. Just as the man was about to be hit by the pig demon, Zhuang Xing quickly scattered a few vine seeds.

This is the Heart-Protecting Vine cultivated by Yunling. It is a spiritual plant made primarily from the Killing Vine. The vine seed took root in the soil and grew rapidly, binding the wild boar tightly and finally stopping it.