The Lucky Farmgirl

The whole family nodded in agreement, and even Manbao thought it appropriate to consult the Taoist priest. She also said, "Mother, wait for me to bathe and rest, and I will go with you. It’s been so long since I’ve paid respect to the Heaven Master."

Ms. Qian showed a smile, "Good, good, you should indeed pay respects to the Heaven Master. When you were little, you always cried nonstop, and it was only after paying respects to the Heaven Master that you got better. You have a connection with Taoism."

After the conversation, everyone had finished eating and went their separate ways.

Zhou Silang, who was excited before, no longer felt just pain in his waist and buttocks but in his whole body. Therefore, as soon as he had put down his chopsticks, he held onto his waist and went back to the room with Ms. Fang.

Manbao followed him to the room and stood at the door to take one more look inside, reminding him, "Silang, you must be obedient and apply the medicinal wine, okay? I’ll come to see you once it gets light tomorrow."

Zhou Silang waved his hand weakly, feeling even more pain now.

As soon as Manbao returned to her room, she shut the door, then lay on the bed and sank her consciousness into the system. She wasn’t sleepy yet, planning to listen to another orthopedics lecture and ask the teacher a few questions, to try them out on Silang tomorrow.

But upon entering the system, she discovered that the space within the system was a bit different.

Aside from the disappearance of those three plants, the soil within was still neatly piled up, with labels considerately attached by Keke, such as China root soil number one, China root soil number two, mushroom soil number one...

Manbao, driven by curiosity, moved closer to take a look and asked, "Keke, why didn’t you send these to the encyclopedia museum?"

She remembered that soil meant for recording was usually transferred directly to the encyclopedia museum, not left lingering in the system.