Chapter 164 Trouble Comes Knocking (7)_1
Even so, in the Space, mounds of rice and grains had piled up, and all those chicken eggs, white as snow, heaped in one place—you could jump in and not resurface.
Mo Yan watched until her eyes hurt, knowing she needed to find a way to get these things out quickly, as it wasn’t a solution to just pile them up in the Space.
Next to the Spirit Spring Pond, the medicinal field had turned into a vast expanse of green. Seeing that many herbs had produced seeds, Mo Yan hurriedly began harvesting, planning to sow these seeds on the barren mountains later.
This delicate task was beyond Little Flower’s capability. It frolicked to the side of Spirit Spring Pond, staring at the Lingzhi that grew bigger and emitted a stronger fragrance by the day, drooling with longing.
Now, the Lingzhi was no longer just a simple blood-red color; the purple at the very center, originally the size of a fingernail, had swelled to the size of an egg.
Salivating over Lingzhi almost every day was practically a required course for Little Flower, causing Mo Yan to want to roll her eyes every time. To desire what one sees but cannot eat, yet stubbornly to keep watching, isn’t that masochism?
After collecting the seeds, Mo Yan headed to the orchards at the edge of the Space. Seeing every tree laden with unripe fruits, she swallowed her saliva in an unglamorous fashion. These apples, grapes, longans—she could eat them by tomorrow night.
Having been in this time and space for nearly a year, aside from the pear given by the kind old woman in Longshi Town that Mo Yan had eaten previously, she hadn’t even seen much other fruit, let alone tasted any. She was practically craving fruit to the point of madness.
Meanwhile, outside, it was the season when peaches and plums ripened. Later, she could take these fruits out for her family to enjoy.
The persimmon and chestnut trees, which were the first to be transferred here, were now laden with fruit. The ripe persimmons and chestnuts hung high on the branches. Persimmons in the Space lacked the astringency of those outside; they could be eaten right off the tree, crisp like an apple.