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The realm has been stable for another two days.

Wang Jianxin has done nothing else in the past two days, except practicing and getting familiar with the changes in his body.The foundation of the first level of Qi Refining has been completely established, and the spiritual consciousness has stabilized within a one-meter radius. It is getting easier and easier to collect objects from the air. I even tried to pass through the wall several times, and it worked.

This morning, he went out for a patrol.

Riding a green horse and walking slowly along the barbed wire fence, it was still the same, nothing.It was so quiet on the other side that not even a single person could be seen.Wang Jianxin felt much more at ease and returned after walking around for a while.

Start cooking when you get back.

I opened the supply bag and took a look - I had finished eating the white noodles.

The rest are whole grains, corn noodles, sorghum noodles, and millet that I can’t swallow just looking at them.Wang Jianxin sighed, scooped out half a bowl of stick noodles, mixed it with some water, stirred it into a paste, and poured it into the pot to cook.A pot of stick batter came out, and the soup was thin and watery. It didn't matter much after drinking two bowls. It looked like I had to make some cornbread, but I really didn't want to eat it.

Fortunately, there are many vegetables in the vegetable field that are edible.

He entered the space, picked a cabbage, pulled out two radishes, and pinched a handful of green onions.Shred the cabbage, slice the radish, cook in a pot, and sprinkle with some salt.At least there are vegetables to eat, and there is no shortage of vitamins. I am much better than when I first came here.

After dinner, we will continue practicing in the afternoon.

Sit cross-legged by the river and guide the spiritual energy to circulate in the body.After the first level of Qi refining, the speed of spiritual energy circulation is several times faster than before, and a week does not take long.He practiced over and over again, accumulating the spiritual energy in his meridians thicker and thicker.

The sun has set and it’s getting dark.

Wang Jianxin stood up and moved his hands and feet.

​ Ready to leave tonight.

He went through the route in his mind: from the adobe house to the barbed wire fence, it only took about ten minutes to ride a horse.After crossing the barbed wire fence, walk in the direction of the yurts that can be seen vaguely in the distance, bypass those yurts, and continue north.

He put everything he needed to bring into the space.Guns, bullets, flashlights, kettles, and a few breast lumps.After thinking about it, he put the Mongolian knife on his waist again.

After leaving the door, he got on his green horse and ran toward the barbed wire fence.

On the grassland in June, the night wind is warm.The stars in the sky are so dense that you can see the road clearly without using a flashlight.Not to mention he is still a monk.After running for about ten minutes, I arrived at the barbed wire fence.

Wang Jianxin dismounted and put the green horse into the space.He walked to the edge of the barbed wire fence, reached out and touched the rusty wire, and with a slight jump, he passed over and stepped on the soil of Mongolia.

I looked back and saw that the barbed wire was shining dimly in the moonlight.

Wang Jianxin took a deep breath, released the green horse, got on the horse, and galloped away in the direction of the yurt that could be vaguely seen in the distance.

After running for about half an hour, several yurts appeared in front of us. It was dark and there were dogs barking.He reined in the reins, slowed down, and passed from a distance without disturbing anyone.

After passing the yurt, continue heading north.

The green horse ran very fast, and there were no obstacles on the grassland. The horse's hoofs made a muffled sound when they stepped on the grass.After running for about an hour, Qing Ma began to pant, huffing and puffing, and his speed also slowed down.

Wang Jianxin looked forward - he could vaguely see lights in front of him, not many and sparse, but it was indeed a place where people lived.It should be a town.

He ran forward a little further, found a low place to dismount, and took the green horse back into space.

​​Then I have to leave in the dark.

Wang Jianxin crouched and walked towards the light step by step.There were no trees or shelter on the grassland. Fortunately, the terrain here was a bit undulating. He took advantage of the cover of the slopes and grass to slowly approach.

As I got closer, I saw it clearly.

It’s a small county town, not big.Wang Jianxin lay down behind the soil slope and observed for a while. The county town was quiet, there was no movement, and no people in military uniforms were seen patrolling.

He touched it quietly.

There is a sign on the edge of the county town with Mongolian characters written on it.Wang Jianxin learned Mongolian from Su He and carefully identified it - Hardenberg County.

"Hardenburg Lege." Wang Jianxin recited it silently and remembered the name.

This county is too small. After looking around, it’s not as big as their commune.

Wang Jianxin took a rough look at the layout of the county in the dark.

There is a small state-owned supply and marketing cooperative that is closed and the lights are dark.There is a small train station with a row of warehouses next to it, which looks like a freight transfer place.There is also a road that comes from the south and extends to the north. It should be the road connected to our country.

After going around in a circle, Wang Jianxin had a clear idea.

This county feels particularly familiar to him—large collectives, public ownership, and supply and marketing cooperatives, all modeled after those in China.But he is even poorer, so poor that he is almost dead.The houses are in dilapidated condition, the streets are full of potholes, and there are not even street lights.

It seems that the only valuable thing about this place is the warehouse at the train station.

This should be a material transfer station nearby.Things brought in from outside are stored here first and then distributed down below.

Wang Jianxin quietly walked around to the warehouse.

The warehouse is a row of brick buildings, with about four or five rooms, next to the railway line.He squatted in the dark and watched for a while, and found that there were two soldiers standing guard in front of him, carrying guns on their backs, strolling back and forth at the entrance of the warehouse.

Wang Jianxin did not move and waited for a while.

The two soldiers walked to the other end, and he took the opportunity to go around from the darkness to the back of the warehouse.

There is no one behind the warehouse, it is dark, just a brick wall.Wang Jianxin squatted down against the wall and entered the space with a thought.

In the space, he walked to the side against the wall and explored his consciousness.

The consciousness passed through the wall and clearly understood the situation inside the warehouse.

The warehouse is not particularly big, about a hundred square meters, but there are a lot of things piled inside.Bag after bag, box after box, neatly coded.

Wang Jian entered the warehouse directly from the space.

With a thought - the whole person came out of the space and stood in the warehouse.

The consciousness at the first level of Qi Refining can pass through walls, and it can also pass directly to the wall from space.This skill is so useful.

Wang Jianxin suppressed his excitement and began to check the things in the warehouse.

Bags of flour were piled on half the wall.He counted about forty or fifty bags.

Sugar comes in big bags, maybe a dozen bags.

Cooking oil, in iron barrels, several barrels.

​​ Brick tea, box after box, Mongolians can’t live without this.

Vodka, stacked in wooden boxes, in glass bottles, looks old.

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