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Chapter 48 Is this what it means to be exceptionally gifted?

While helping her second aunt prepare the medicine, Wenwen also secretly observed the study progress of the men in the family.

They were all engrossed in the art of shedding their skin.

Originally, the eldest and second eldest brothers were sitting among the family members, but in the darkness, their father, dragging his injured leg, squeezed next to them and leaned his head close to the brothers. From the smile on his face, it was clear that he was also very curious about the original book.

Suddenly, the two of them became a trio.

Wen Chengjian and Wen Chengbin had already seen the second part, but with Wen Qilin's addition, they had to watch it all over again.

After all, Wen Qilin was much older than them, and his understanding and insights into martial arts techniques were naturally richer than theirs. He also offered his own opinions on the illustrations in the book, which unexpectedly provided the two brothers with another way of thinking.

By repeating the first part and combining it with the actual operation in the woods today, the two brothers, whose foundation was originally a bit unstable, suddenly smiled broadly after Wen Qilin's guidance. Their enlightened expressions amused Wenwen.

With the improvement of her older brother and the others, they were able to teach her with even greater ease, bringing her one step closer to her dream.

Wenwen looked at her grandfather.

She knew that her grandfather was holding an incomplete copy; she hadn't given it to him intentionally. By a twist of fate, these cards eventually ended up in his hands.

Wenwen couldn't openly tell him that it was an incomplete copy, so she could only go along with the mistake and observe it secretly.

She saw her grandfather looking at the card, sometimes frowning in confusion, sometimes shaking his head and sighing, sometimes deep in thought, sometimes staring wide-eyed, a variety of bewildered expressions appearing on his face. For her elderly grandfather, such a change of expression was truly difficult.

Wen Yuanqian was genuinely puzzled by the cards in his hand. He recognized the words on the cards, but when they were put together into sentences, they felt both familiar and strange, a feeling he couldn't put into words. He looked up and around, and just then he saw Wenwen looking at him, winking at him, and then rubbing her eyes.

Alright, the old man thought his granddaughter was sleepy, so he quickly exercised his authority as the head of the family, "It's late, get some rest. In the future, everyone should make time to study more. It's never a bad thing to learn more."

The family quickly found a spot and lay down to rest.

Listen closely, and you can hear that the noise of the yamen runners and soldiers has subsided, and the snoring in the woods echoes the calls of birds in the distance.

It's time to rest; we need to continue our journey tomorrow.

Wenwen lay on the soft straw mat, closed her eyes, and entered the space.

Her current habit is that once she comes in, she goes straight to the study and studies, reviews, and previews according to her plan. After a series of these activities, half a day has passed.

Next, find something to eat, take a break, and then start copying new cards.

As she learned more and more words, she no longer selectively chose passages with fewer words, as she had done before. She began to reread the books in order, starting from the first chapter, and made a point of writing down any unfamiliar words.

However, to make it easier for her family to learn as well, she will continue to copy flashcards. This way, she can also consolidate the knowledge she has learned, so why not?

Before I knew it, half a day had passed.

Wenwen looked at the stack of cards on her desk, at least a hundred or so. Her copying speed was getting faster and faster. At this rate, she would be able to finish copying these books without any problem.

She stretched, patted the cards, and smiled, boasting, "I still worked very hard, and I deserve praise."

Xianbao poked its head in from outside the study and agreed, "Yes, yes, that deserves praise. Master has already worked very hard. Keep it up!"

"Xianbao, I'm going to the courtyard. What about you?"

"Of course I'll go together."

"Then, let's go!"

When Wenwen arrived at the courtyard, she pushed open the door, which was still only three palms wide, unchanged.

Go inside, sit down, open a book, and start reading.

It's as if all of this process was pre-programmed.

It wasn't until her neck was extremely sore that Wenwen realized she could read a third of the book fluently, which was truly a cause for celebration.

In a moment of excitement, she wanted to share her joy with Xianbao, so she suddenly stood up. Unexpectedly, with a "thud," she fell hard on her bottom. "Ouch! My leg!"

I don't know how long she sat cross-legged, her legs were so numb.

Wenwen couldn't help but have a wish: how wonderful it would be if there were desks and chairs here too.

Hmm, it seems, it appears, that this is actually achievable, and it's not too much of a pipe dream.

Didn't she receive a lot of things from the manor in her open-air storeroom? From large items like canopy beds to small things like needles and thread, and desks and chairs that were of average quality, there must be some there.

Wenwen closed her eyes, searching her mind for the supplies she had collected, and slowly selected suitable tables and chairs.

Finally, she found a table and chair that caught her eye, and on a whim, the table and chair appeared in the small house.

Now everything is complete.

Wenwen walked around the table twice, sat down to try it, and found it much more comfortable than sitting cross-legged.

She couldn't wait to arrange all her stationery on the table.

He took the "Spirit Value Compendium" and continued his unfinished mission.

Wenwen didn't leave the hut until her stomach was empty and hunger struck.

As she stepped down the stairs and looked up, she saw a lush green lawn in front of her and vibrant mountains behind her. For the first time, Wenwen felt the tranquility of the courtyard.

She thought that if she added some lively atmosphere to this courtyard, wouldn't it create a serene and peaceful life?

She had made up her mind to build a stove in the courtyard to brew and prepare medicine.

Wenwen hurriedly gathered a pile of firewood and withered leaves from the foot of the mountain and managed to build a makeshift stove out of stones. She also moved a bunch of household items from the storeroom into the small courtyard.

Recalling the steps taught by his second aunt, he carefully processed the basic medicinal herbs and placed them into the earthenware jar.

Fire.

Gradually, a medicinal fragrance filled the courtyard.

Wenwen carefully lifted the lid, stirring slowly clockwise while controlling the heat.

With a serious and tense expression, she watched as the medicinal soup gradually thickened and began to clump. She quickly removed the firewood, poured out the clump while it was still hot, took out a dagger, cut it into small pieces, and after some processing, the first batch of healing medicine was ready.

Despite seeing these poorly made pills, Wenwen's confidence was not broken.

She's going to start the next batch.

The same shoddy workmanship.

I boiled several more pots in one go.

Gradually, the pharmaceutical process became smoother and smoother, and the healing pills began to look better.

Wenwen was not satisfied with this.

She re-examined the prescriptions in her mind, those for headaches, fever, colds, coughs, and diarrhea.

She planned to try all the pills to test her abilities.

Having learned from her previous experiences, Wenwen meticulously selected the medicinal herbs, stirred them, and paid close attention to the heat.

For a time, Wenwen was immersed in the world of brewing medicine, and it could be said that she had reached a certain state of flow.

As she stirred, her hands moved slowly but steadily. The medicinal soup simmered without a single frothy drop, and the aroma emanating from the earthenware pot had no hint of burnt smell. The gradually thickening soup, under stirring, formed into finger-thick strips that at first glance resembled coiled incense.

Even Xianbao, who was watching from the sidelines, was shocked by the result.

Wenwen took out the contents of the plate, cut it off piece by piece, and with a slight squeeze, a beautiful pill was placed in her palm.

Looking at the perfect pills in her palm, Wenwen was overjoyed and exclaimed in surprise, "Could this be a rare talent?"

"Haha, Master, you're such a braggart!"

Wenwen made no attempt to hide her pride, "Isn't that right! I have to strike while the iron is hot and cook a few more batches."