A Time Travel Effort in the 70s

Chapter 112 What can I do? I can only keep opening up new land

When Shen Jiaren woke up after a good rest, she opened her eyes. The starlight in the sky came into the room through the sound of the window, making the whole room a bit gray and bright. Shen Jiaren took out her watch and looked at it. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, almost ten o'clock.

Shen Jiaren dozed off in bed for a while, then prepared to get up and move around for a while.

After getting up, Shen Jiaren looked at the size of the room and estimated that she could not walk three steps without turning around and walking again. This was not a solution, so she turned around and walked into the courtyard of the manor's quadrangle.

Shen Jiaren found a stool inside the manor and sat in the courtyard of the quadrangle. To be honest, the manor at night, especially the color of the sky and the brightness of the stars, were not as beautiful as the outside world.

Shen Jiaren also didn't understand. It was clearly the same sky and time was passing the same way, so why did the courtyard of the manor look one way while the fields outside the manor looked another way?

Shen Jiaren thought about it for a long time and felt that she couldn't figure it out, so she decided to take action. Even if she couldn't figure out why, at least she could know how big the difference was.

After Shen Jiaren put the stool back in its place, she went to the bedroom to change her clothes. She took a pair of gloves and a basket from the warehouse in the courtyard and walked towards the fields outside the manor.

When Shen Jiaren arrived at the planting mission field, she found that the cucumbers in the mission field were already full of fruits and hanging on the branches.

Shen Jiaren took a basket and went into the field to start picking cucumbers.

The system did remind her that she could harvest with one click, but Shen Jiaren felt that she had nothing to do now. If she didn't find something to do, she would definitely have all kinds of thoughts. It would be better to do something, make herself tired during the day, and then it would be convenient for her to sleep later.

To be honest, Shen Jiaren doesn't know how to pick cucumbers. The only memory she has of picking cucumbers is when she was very young. I don't know whether she was accompanying her parents or grandparents to pick cucumbers from the vegetable garden beside the yard. There weren't so many requirements at that time. As long as she could pick them, people would applaud her and say she did a great job.

But now, even if I work my elbows until they smoke, no one will ask me if I’m tired.

After Shen Jiaren sighed, she felt that she was idle. Her plan to make money had not yet been realized, so how could she be hindered by these empty love affairs?

We should not allow these thoughts to affect our progress.

After shaking the grass vigorously a few times, Shen Jiaren went down to the field and started picking cucumbers.

Regardless of whether the picking method was correct or not, and regardless of whether the branch could bloom and bear fruit again, Shen Jiaren would pick the cucumbers as soon as she saw them.

You know what, physical labor is really the best way to consume physical energy and reduce the amount of messy thoughts in the brain.

After Shen Jiaren entered the field, while picking cucumbers, all she could think of were various kinds of pickled cucumbers, pickled cucumbers, and sun-dried cucumbers. There were also the cucumber side dishes in the dry pot that she had eaten before.

The more Shen Jiaren thought about it, the more her mouth watered. It was a pity that there was no such thing as dry pot at that time and in that era, otherwise she would have been able to eat so many cucumbers to her heart's content.

The more Shen Jiaren thought about it, the more greedy she became, especially when she thought about the cucumber in the spicy crayfish, the cucumber shreds under the dry pot spareribs, the mixed three fresh dishes in the meat version, the cucumber under the dry pot bullfrog, the cucumber slices in the cold crucian carp, and the scrambled eggs with cucumber, etc. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to eat it.

Shen Jiaren suddenly remembered that Liu Hui’s cooking was delicious, but she didn’t know if he could cook these, and whether he had the ingredients now.