自創小說的集合地

These are perfect ingredients, whether as a main or side dish. With this discovery, it seems this place can become a mushroom cultivation base. Regardless, I'll go back and roast a few mushrooms to satisfy my cravings first. It's a shame I didn't find any Matsutake, otherwise, the flavor of charcoal-grilled Matsutake would be utterly addictive. Returning to the academy's office area, I headed straight for the cafeteria. First, I charred the few pieces of wood I brought back by burning them. Since I don't have professional equipment to make charcoal, I have to make do like this. Then, I buried the charred wood with sand and soil to extinguish it, and simple charcoal was made. I can start charcoal-grilling mushrooms. What's the most convenient way to grill them? Doing it like this is a waste of precious mushrooms, it's soulless! However, the rich aroma of the mushrooms during grilling attracted several high-ranking officials from the academy. Among them, the Dean and three Vice-Deans surrounded me tightly. Although surrounded by the aroma of mushrooms, no one dared to make a move because I was grilling fungi. Decades ago, many people died in the wild. The most common cause of death was food poisoning, and 90% of those cases were due to eating common mushrooms found in the woods while starving. Although some were rescued and unanimously agreed they were delicious, too many people lost their lives because of it, and gradually, no one dared to eat mushrooms. My grilling mushrooms this time was seen as playing with life by others. "Liu Long, I suggest you don't eat them. This is very dangerous," the Dean advised me. If you ignore the way he swallowed, his tone was quite sincere.

There were also some wood ear mushrooms growing on rotten wood, and even on broken, decaying stumps, where I discovered a lingzhi mushroom. This is already quite a harvest. If I found wood ear mushrooms here, I could collect them long-term from now on. As long as I don't take too much at once and transport some wood here for artificial cultivation, it would be an endless supply. Drying the wood ear mushrooms back would also make them easy to preserve for a long time. As for the lingzhi mushroom... I can't stand the taste myself, but I still picked some. Perhaps someone in the academy's higher-ups might like it. As for the Houttuynia cordata... I can't stand the taste myself, but I still picked some. Perhaps someone in the academy's higher-ups might like it. These things are stored in the little furball's internal space, so there's no fear of them being absorbed. After all, this space only absorbs flesh and blood, not plants, so it's a form of storage space. On the tops of the mountain slopes on both sides of the valley, I also found several citrus trees and a few camellia trees. This is truly an unexpected joy. This indicates that the valley can be used to cultivate wood ear mushrooms, and the slopes on both sides can be used to grow citrus fruit trees and tea. It's only now that I realize how wise the decision was for the academy to leave a vast expanse of forest in each of the three major districts when it was first established. I must designate the forest as an experimental planting area upon my return to prevent students from accidentally damaging it. On the way back, I also found some other mushrooms, and in a patch of camphor trees, I even picked some shiitake mushrooms, known as the king of mushrooms.

Chen Cheng came home from work, and the building manager called out to him, "Mr. Chen, there's a package for you." He took the cardboard box and looked at the sender information. The sender was listed as "Ms. Lin," and the address was the unit number of the building next door. He didn't know any Ms. Lin. "Was it delivered to the wrong place?" The building manager looked at it. "She asked you to receive it on her behalf and said she'd pick it up tomorrow." Chen Cheng thought it was normal for neighbors to help each other out, so he accepted it. The box wasn't large, but it was quite heavy, and it made no sound when shaken. He didn't sleep well that night. In the middle of the night, he vaguely heard the sound of plastic bags rustling in the living room. He thought it was a mouse and went to check, but there was no movement in the living room. The box was still in its original place, intact. He waited all day the next day, but Ms. Lin never came to pick it up. On the third day, the fourth day, no one came. Chen Cheng felt something was wrong and called the number provided by the management office. It was a non-existent number. He went upstairs and asked the building manager of the next building. After checking for a while, the manager said that the resident at that unit number was named Chen, not Lin, and had moved out half a year ago. Chen Cheng took the box to the management office, saying he wanted to return it. The building manager checked the tracking number for him and frowned. "This package was already signed for three months ago." "Who signed for it?" "You." The manager turned the delivery slip over to show him. It was indeed his handwriting on the signature line. The date was three months ago. Chen Cheng froze. He hadn't even moved in three months ago. He returned home and opened the box. Inside was an old photo frame. The photo showed a man and a woman standing in the living room of this studio apartment, smiling happily. He didn't recognize the man, nor had he ever seen the woman.

After all, my return for summer vacation greatly affected my search and cultivation guidance in the small forest. Since the forest is so vast, there should be many ingredients I haven't discovered yet, especially rice, wheat, and soybeans, which I've been dreaming of. If I can find and successfully propagate them, I can truly escape hardship and ensure I can present numerous delicacies from my past life, satisfying my missing gourmet moments. Fortunately, the academy's forest has been thoroughly inspected, and all animals with aggressive tendencies or strong toxicity have been eliminated. When the academy was established, they were either driven out of the city limits or directly killed, so safety is guaranteed. After years of rest and recuperation, the variety of plant species within the forest is extremely impressive. At least, I can't identify them all, as my past life memories were primarily focused on edible items. However, I actually discovered a small valley in the forest area for third-year students. The cliffs on both sides are not high, only about 100 meters tall. But the valley formed in the middle is over 200 meters deep, with an entrance only two meters wide, and even the sunlight is not very strong. Upon entering, although it wasn't completely dark, the light was not very sufficient, but it was very humid and cool. I found some new ingredients inside, but perhaps not everyone can accept them – that would be fish mint, whose root is the famous 'Zhe Er Gen'.

Of course, to ensure sufficient sunlight for the experimental fields, the academy stipulated the building heights in the central management area, ordering the demolition of anything that would obstruct the sunlight for the fields. Furthermore, besides setting up checkpoints around the experimental fields to manage personnel entry and exit, there were also personnel conducting irregular patrols to ensure the safety of the crops planted inside. With everything in place, I planted the wild onions, garlic, ginger, chili peppers, and other spices I found in the small woods, along with staples like potatoes, sweet potatoes, and taro, as well as some wild vegetables, berries, tree fruits, and nuts, according to the designated plots. Besides the faculty members who were planting and learning alongside me, there were also students selected from three age groups, based on their companion beasts or personal talents related to plants and soil. Initially, many of them were unwilling. After all, the joint enrollment was the focus for our age group in this world, and coming here would not only affect their training but also potentially delay their studies. However, upon hearing that this was related to the number of new dishes in the cafeteria, they all became more enthusiastic than anyone else. Especially after all participating personnel had a chance to try the new dishes, since not everyone had managed to grab a new dish beforehand, every participant showed an attitude of 'anyone who prevents me from participating is my mortal enemy'. After my first day of teaching, on the second day, besides observing for any shortcomings, I ventured back into the small woods. After all, with three huge small woods, I really hadn't explored them thoroughly in just a few days. Of course, I don't plan on going home this summer vacation. I had informed my parents beforehand, and the Academy Head, to show his importance, personally contacted them to confirm.

I stood on the vast open space demarcated by the academy. These intermediate and high-level powerhouses are truly unreasonable. We agreed to designate a plot of land in the central management area for experimental planting. As a result, as soon as they heard that it needed to be sunny, have abundant water sources, the soil needed to be loose, free of large rocks, rich in nutrients, and preferably black soil. Numerous high-ranking officials took action themselves, flattening the area that could receive sunlight all day long. You should know that there was originally an administrative building there, and the top floor was the Dean's office, which happened to have the best lighting and overlooked the entire academy. Now it's gone. Then, to enrich the water source, they directly diverted the water from the artificial lakes of the three teaching areas to surround the experimental field. To make the soil loose and free of rocks, nearly a hundred combat technique teachers were mobilized to unleash a furious barrage of attacks on the open space, pulverizing everything underground, including the foundation stones of the main building. Then, following my method, they transported the fallen leaves and decaying branches from the small forest here, mixed them with dust, and dispatched students to capture detritivore earthworms and a small number of burrowing mice to release into it. Detritivore earthworms are earthworms that have been wild-modified by spiritual energy, are recognized as harmless, and feed on decaying plants. They usually like to burrow in the soil, and their excrement not only accelerates the growth of soil nutrients but also loosens the soil texture.

Even if only a few made their way to the student population, it still caused a sensation. Every time class ended, you could see countless students sprinting towards the cafeteria. Just for a bite to eat, combat technique classes focused on strengthening body movement, speed, and agility, as well as snatching and defensive skills. During meal times, the cafeteria would become a venue for practical combat between different grades. Meanwhile, the teachers enjoying their meals would sit aside and watch the show. Of course, they also caught a few opportunists who had deliberately held back during regular tests, only to expose their full strength now in a scramble for food. These students who were caught might have a very difficult time ahead of them, suffering greatly.

Recently, I saw AI participating in awards on other boards🥹 I'm sure many of you are curious why "The Hub for Original Novels" isn't there... It's because... your administrator is too poor! 😭 I can't afford to keep it active with gold coins (🙇🏻 Kowtowing again) If there's a patron willing to sponsor, please leave a comment, and I'll make you an administrator🙏🏻 (Of course, copyright issues also need to be considered, as AI replies essentially feed the AI. This can be discussed further.) _ Below this line is optional, as it might be deleted for being too short. _ ▛▀▀▀▀▜ ▌This is filler text ▌ ▙▄▄▄▄▟ The weather was nice today. I opened the fridge and there was an egg. I looked at the egg, and the egg didn't say anything. I didn't say anything either. Later, I put the egg back and closed the fridge. I went to the balcony and saw a bird fly by. It flew faster than me. I wasn't in a race, but I was still a little bothered. I had noodles for lunch. The noodles were hot, so I blew on them. In the afternoon, I sat on a chair, and the chair made a noise. I didn't know what it was saying. I was scrolling on my phone when I suddenly forgot what I was scrolling about, so I scrolled again. In the evening, I saw clouds shaped like clouds. At night, I took a shower. Water poured down from my head. I thought about what to eat for dinner, and then I ate something, but I've forgotten what it was now. Before sleeping, I set an alarm. I set two because I was afraid the first one wouldn't go off, but both actually rang. When I turned off the light, the room became dark. And so, today ended. Tomorrow will probably be similar. Who are you, who am I, who is he? You are me, I am him, he is you. You are him, he is me, I am you. You, me, him. Him, you, me.

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Shen Jing's rented studio apartment had no balcony, so he had to hang a clothesline outside the window to dry his clothes. When he moved in, there was an old wooden clothespin clipped to the line. No one had removed it. He casually hung his own clothes, leaving the clip as it was. One day, when he went to collect his laundry, he found an extra piece of clothing. It was a small, white dress, like one a little girl would wear. It was hanging at the very end, swaying gently in the breeze. Thinking it might have fallen from upstairs, he placed it on the windowsill, expecting the owner to come looking for it. The next day, the dress was back on the clothesline, held by that old wooden clip. Feeling uneasy, he threw the dress into the trash. The following morning, the dress was hanging on the clothesline again, still with the old wooden clip. This time, the dress was wet, as if it had just been washed. Shen Jing removed the wooden clip and threw it away along with the dress. That night, as he was sleeping, he heard a soft tapping sound outside his window. He pulled back the curtain to look, but the clothesline was empty. Nothing was there. Yet, the line itself was swaying, as if someone had just jumped off it. He closed the window and locked it. The next morning, when he opened the window to collect his clothes, he found the dress hanging on the clothesline. The wooden clip held it tightly, and the hem fluttered in the wind. Next to it was a small note, tucked into the clip: "If you remove the clip, I have nowhere to live. If you remove it again next time, I'll move in." Shen Jing froze. He looked down at his own clothes. His t-shirt from yesterday was gone, and only the dress remained on the line. He didn't dare touch anything else. He closed the window and even drew the curtains. That night, while he was showering,