Chapter 178: Daily Life

Opening his eyes, rubbing his head which was swollen from frequent brain use, standing up and stretching, Wang Yan strolled around the room he had just moved into for a while to familiarize himself with the environment.

Teasing the cat and dog that were jumping back and forth beside him, feeding these two things a little food, he then sat back down in the study chair and pulled out the panel.

Wang Yan

Attributes: Strength 25

Agility 25

Constitution 25

Spirit 43

Unallocated points 4

Storage space 2m³

The previous four attribute points had been added to Spirit, and this time, as expected, completing the mission gave four attribute points again. As usual, he didn't add the points, saving them for the next round to prevent insufficient combat power.

In terms of skills, there were no major changes; mainly because he didn't have any main shell skills, they were still the original ones. It was just that Computer had improved to a certain extent again, and Calligraphy, Fighting, Sinology, Philosophy, etc., were all making steady progress. After all, for so many years, he basically practiced boxing and wrote big characters every day, and he read books whenever he had nothing to do, regardless of whether they were good or bad. Other miscellaneous things also had varying degrees of improvement.

After roughly looking through it and having a count in his heart, Wang Yan cracked his fingers, shook his head, and after moving around a bit, he started clattering away on the computer in front of him.

After more than twenty years across two worlds, under his wise leadership and the joint research and development of a large group of top talents in the field of artificial intelligence, this time upon his return, his artificial intelligence level was definitely in the first echelon, and it was still at the forefront.

The reason it couldn't be far ahead was that the code was simply too f***ing numerous; Wang Yan couldn't remember it, so he could only constantly make trade-offs, choosing the best from the good.

Of course, saying so much was useless; he had to hurry up and finish moving the code, and then develop the "small branch" to realize specific functions, which would take another period of time...

As for the prescription, he changed another herb, and the effect was still not very good. This thing was just f***ing under scientific and rigorous experiments, bumping into luck, looking at the point.

Wang Yan focused on writing the code, because his spirit was higher, he remembered more than last time. But there was still a lot of repetitive code, just with changes made in some places. Calculated this way, the overall workload was actually not much different from last time.

In the afternoon, Wei Lan sent a message saying she was working overtime in the evening, telling him to eat dinner by himself and not to wait.

Not having to buy groceries and cook in the evening saved a lot of trouble. Wang Yan went all out and wrote until after six in the evening, then stood up to add some water for the cat and dog, strolled around to move his body, and went downstairs to eat two bowls of noodles to deal with it.

After eating, Wang Yan wandered to the West Lake and strolled for a while.

Before, he had returned in the middle of the night, and he was far away in Beijing, and it was winter. Now he returned in the daytime, and it was deep autumn in Lin'an.

Strolling around not only helped digestion but also allowed him to familiarize himself with the environment and adjust to the time difference.

After eight o'clock, estimating that Wei Lan would be back soon, Wang Yan walked back with his hands behind his back at a leisurely pace.

By the time he got home and took a shower, Wei Lan happened to open the door and come in; the timing was just right.

Looking at the muscles in front of her that looked like they were carved by a knife and axe, full of tension, although she had felt them for several months, Wei Lan still blushed a little.

"Did you miss me..."

"Of course." Wang Yan naturally stepped forward to take Wei Lan's small bag and the things she was carrying: "What did you buy? So many things?"

"Some fruit, and snacks." Wei Lan changed her shoes with a chuckle: "Oh, I also bought a melon, you wash it and we'll eat it in a while."

Wang Yan nodded, carried the things, and went to the kitchen.

Perhaps most women are the same; Wei Lan loved to eat some fruit whenever she had nothing to do. Wang Yan didn't care; if there was some, he would eat a little, if not, he wouldn't. It was his negligence before, not paying much attention to these small things; he would just pay attention next time. Speaking of which, this could also be considered his sequelae, a psychological superiority formed over a long time; even if he paid attention all the time, it was inevitable that he would slack off.

Wei Lan ran over to tease the cat and dog for a while before returning to the room to change clothes.

When she came out, Wang Yan had just finished washing the melon, cut it, arranged it on a plate, placed it on the coffee table in the living room, handed Wei Lan a piece, and took a piece himself to eat: "Not bad, quite sweet."

Wei Lan sat on the sofa and used the remote control to find the TV series she was chasing. She took a bite of the melon in her hand and said smugly: "Hmm, that's right, don't look at who bought it."

With a laugh, Wang Yan stepped forward and took a bite of her face: "You are sweeter than the melon."

"Annoying." Wei Lan rolled her eyes and wiped the saliva off her face with disgust: "Eat your own."

Wang Yan sat beside her with a smile. The cat and dog were still young and couldn't jump onto the sofa, wandering back and forth on the ground. For some reason, the cat suddenly hit the dog. The dog was stunned for a moment and let out a grievance-filled cry because he didn't understand what he had done wrong. Of course, if he was beaten, he had to fight back. Later, the dog pounced on the cat, and the two things rolled on the ground...

Wei Lan watched TV and asked casually: "Did you write code at home all day today? How is the development going?"

Wang Yan, who was watching the two things rolling on the ground and fighting with great interest, didn't even lift his head when he heard Wei Lan's words and replied: "Hmm, it will be almost done in another month."

After saying all the good and bad words, the two chatted idly. The daily plain warmth, Wang Yan felt that this was quite good.

The two little things made quite a commotion fighting, and Wei Lan, who was watching TV, was also attracted. After seeing this scene, without a word, she picked up the phone placed to the side and started recording, so she could edit it later to post on Douyishouyin.

In the past, Wei Lan also liked to look at those famous pets on Douyishouyin when she had nothing to do, and after that thing went viral, she could also make quite a bit of money by bringing goods to sell some cat and dog food, toys, etc. She just thought about tinkering with it when she had nothing to do, hoping for a "just in case," so she could have a side job and create some income.

As for her "just in case"... if Wang Yan remembered correctly, the fans following her should be 583, which included Wang Yan's two accounts, one of Wei Lan's own small accounts, as well as her parents, her friends, etc...

After she finished filming, she nudged Wang Yan beside her: "Quick, break it up. This dog is biting too hard, look at how the cat is being bullied."

She had been filming the video for a long time, and only then did she think of asking to break it up?

Wang Yan shook his head, stood up, grabbed one in each hand by the neck, and separated the two things. The little cat was still unconvinced, baring its teeth and crying in Wang Yan's hand, as if it were challenging him to a battle...

The hand of fate gripped the unconvinced two things, and Wang Yan sat back on the sofa.

Wei Lan held the phone and fiddled with the footage she had just filmed, and said out of the blue: "Hey, do you have anything to do this week?"

"What could I have to do? Isn't it waiting for you to return home all day." Wang Yan looked at her suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"Look at what you're saying..." Wei Lan slapped Wang Yan with a laugh: "My friend and her boyfriend are coming over to play this week. They heard I found a partner and want to meet you."

"Then let's meet. Let her see if I can match up to you, a fairy." Wang Yan didn't care and licked a sentence casually, saying: "What kind of friend?"

"We grew up playing together since we were kids. She's in Gusu, and it happens to be not far away, so she's coming over to stroll around and see me by the way."

Wang Yan nodded: "Okay, let's have a meal together then."

Speaking of meeting friends, Wang Yan had actually met a few, when Wei Lan was on video calls with people. Knowing that Wei Lan was dating, they would clamor to see what he was like. What kind of scene was it? Hmm... it was just that they clamored quite happily before, and then when they saw Wang Yan appear on the screen, they would give an awkward but polite smile, say a couple of polite words, and then type and send messages to Wei Lan.

Looking at it this way, it was indeed he, Wang Mou, who had failed the beautiful imagination many people had of him...

The older generation didn't care about that. Before, when Wei Lan was on a video call with her parents, Wang Yan showed his face and had a video interview. The interview result Wei Lan fed back was still quite good, saying her mother praised him: "Looks upright, quite a spirited young man," and her father said: "Looks like a reliable person, when are you bringing him back to meet us."

After talking about the matter, they returned to the plainness, and the two were sticky on the sofa.

Wei Lan held the cat and dog, flipping through Douyishouyin, and would share interesting comments with Wang Yan from time to time.

When the time was about right, the two washed up, lay on the bed, and fell asleep in each other's arms; it was "plain"...

Saturday, afternoon, a relatively fresh and elegant restaurant.

Looking at the location sent by her friend on her phone, Wei Lan said: "They are almost here, let's go out and wait."

"Hmm, let's go."

Wang Yan nodded, stood up, and went out with Wei Lan to the entrance of the restaurant.

Before, Wei Lan had told him about this friend. This friend was named Lin Jiayi, who worked in human resources at a company in Gusu. She had been dating her partner for two months longer than them, almost half a year. At this age, dating was also for marriage, and half a year wasn't short.

And being able to keep in touch from childhood to now, affection was one aspect, and another was that the gap between the two wasn't too big, basically at the same level. In a situation where the gap wasn't big, it was inevitable to want to compare. Of course, no one would say it, but there was a scale in their own hearts. In a situation where they weren't as good as others, they might feel a little uncomfortable, but they would still offer blessings; after all, they were friends for so many years.

This thing was unavoidable; people were all like that. Seeing someone they knew well doing worse than themselves, there would always be a little bit of happiness in their hearts.

After waiting for a while, they saw a small BMW drive over and stop in the parking space in front of them.

Wang Yan took a look, a 3-series, about 300,000 to 400,000, which was also okay.

A woman dressed a bit thickly got out of the passenger seat. Why say thick? Because it was a bit reflective.

After shouting "Lan Lan," the woman ran over and hooked Wei Lan's arm: "Did you miss me?"

"Oh my, it's so cheesy. We video call whenever we have nothing to do, what is there to miss or not, really."

"Can a real person be the same as a cold screen?" While talking, Lin Jiayi hugged Wei Lan tightly: "Did you feel my temperature?"

"Felt it, felt it, let go quickly." Wei Lan couldn't stand this kind of intimacy, broke free, glanced at the man who had parked the car and walked to the front, and then pulled Wang Yan over: "Let me introduce you, my boyfriend, Wang Yan."

She turned her head and introduced to Wang Yan: "This is the childhood friend I told you about before..."

"I know, Lin Jiayi, right. Hello."

Without needing Wei Lan to say more, Wang Yan extended his hand with a smile.

Lin Jiayi looked at Wang Yan in front of her, judging with her professional eye. Tall posture, appropriate clothing, generous and decent, eyes with spirit and not empty. Hmm, quite good, it would be perfect if he were a bit more handsome...

Reaching out to shake hands with Wang Yan, feeling the touch and release from the opposite side, Lin Jiayi smiled: "I've heard Wei Lan talk about you for a long time. Now that I see the real person, you are indeed a handsome guy, haha."

"You flatter me. I have a count of this aspect, I'm not worthy of the title of handsome guy." Wang Yan naturally wouldn't take it seriously, waved his hand with a smile, and naturally turned to her boyfriend: "But this brother, heavenly forehead, talented appearance, a face of wealth, I don't know how to address you?"

This kid's appearance was indeed enough, not fat or thin, with a side-parted oily hair, looking quite kind. His height was a bit lacking, half a head shorter than him, estimated to be about 1.75 or 1.76. Paired with the small BMW parked behind, the conditions were indeed very good. If he, Wang Mou, didn't have the system, whether he could reach this kid's level in this life was f***ing two things.

Lin Jiayi hooked the man's arm: "My boyfriend, Li Hongchuan."

"Hello."

Wang Yan smiled and shook hands with them.

"Don't stand at the door, let's go in and talk." Wei Lan also got to know them and said: "We ordered a few dishes before, you guys see if there's anything you like to eat, and add a few more."

"Must be, let me tell you, we didn't eat lunch, just waiting to slaughter you for a meal."

Lin Jiayi hooked Wei Lan, and the two walked in first.

Wang Yan and Li Hongchuan looked at each other, smiled, and followed in.

With Wang Yan, a master of social interaction, this meal was naturally relaxed and a little bit happy.

In the process, Wang Yan also understood the situation. That Li Hongchuan was a "demolition second generation," his family's land, houses, etc., were all occupied... This Lin Jiayi had caught up...

The two slowly walked on the road. Seeing Wang Yan didn't speak, Wei Lan thought it was because of the house: "You don't have to worry, we can earn money for the house slowly in the future. Besides, I'm the only child in my family. When we get married, the two old people will have to support us a little bit."

Wang Yan came back to his senses, hugged Wei Lan, and followed her words: "Then wouldn't I have made a big profit?"

"Look at you, let me tell you, even those people on the internet now..."

Wei Lan analyzed with Wang Yan why cars, houses, and bride prices were so high. Wang Yan responded from time to time, and just like that, they strolled back home...

For the next period of time, Wang Yan continued to work overtime to write code, not much worse than 996. Plus, he had to pay attention to Wei Lan's physiological health with quality and quantity in the middle, which was only because his physique was enough; an ordinary person would have died suddenly long ago.

Thus, a month passed, and the message from the system "Living Daddy" arrived as scheduled.

"《Brother Five Wang of Embroidered Spring Blade》: Eat your fill, eat well."

Seeing the message, Wang Yan was stunned for a moment. Shen Lian, Lu Wenzhao, Ding Xiu, etc., he knew them all, but who the f*** was this Brother Five Wang?

After coming back to his senses and thinking for a while, he understood. This was just an ordinary person who just wanted to eat, and how many "Brother Five Wangs" were there in the world? His mission could be summarized in two words: farming.

And "eat your fill, eat well" was another one like "The Grandmaster" that had no end. After all, how much is called full? What is called good? So, he estimated he would have to live for another hundred years or so...

After figuring it out, Wang Yan didn't pay attention anymore. He hadn't finished moving the code yet, so he had to finish it first. Otherwise, when he came back in a hundred years, he might not even be able to remember his heels.

Thus, another four days passed. Wang Yan, who had finished the code, started to open the computer, log in to the member account, and watch movies.

"《Embroidered Spring Blade》 mainly talks about... as usual, please ask Baidu."

After watching the movie, Wang Yan checked things from the Tianqi period to the early Qing Dynasty for several days, and memorized a lot of industrial information, such as steelmaking, steam engines, machine tools, and the most important flintlock guns, smokeless gunpowder, etc., related to war. To be honest, the upper-level technology of firelocks at that time might be enough, but in such an era where everyone was fishing, he was afraid that he would blow himself up using that gun, blinding an eye or rotting a face, so forget it.

After memorizing these things, Wang Yan squatted in the bookstore for a few more days, making do with memorizing the nine-year compulsory education textbooks and high school science textbooks. Farming starts with farming people; the century-long plan cannot be delayed.

As for the combat power problem there, Wang Yan felt it shouldn't have internal energy. After all, he also knew those moves in it. He was also proficient in picking locks and prying doors, and he also held the eighteen kinds of weapons firmly.

Weapons are the extension of limbs. In "The Grandmaster," he practiced martial arts for a lifetime, with the strength of the peak of national martial arts. He also practiced the internal connotations of national martial arts, such as the Eight-Slash Saber, Eight-Level Spear, Six-Harmony Saber, Wudang Sword, etc., which were not much different from his boxing, and were all his own peak.

Of course, for the sake of insurance, he didn't add points blindly. He would practice inside first, and it wouldn't be too late to add points if it didn't work.

Finally, he memorized those prescriptions again; this time there might really be a play.

Traditional Chinese medicine is not like Western medicine; it is an empirical medicine. Some things in the modern world have long been broken in inheritance, not as awesome as Bian Que looking at Cai Huan Gong. In the Ming Dynasty, there were still awesome people, such as Zhang Jingyue, the founder of the warm-supplement school, a big brother-level figure who opened a school.

After Wang Mou arrived, he had to get this big boss to work. As for someone as awesome as Li Shizhen, he didn't have such good luck; he couldn't catch up this time, but he had to invite his descendants to work; no one could run away.

He didn't believe that a group of TCM masters couldn't handle a universal prescription.

And looking at Shen Lian, Ding Xiu, and others, they must also have corresponding prescriptions; he just didn't know which one was stronger or weaker than the one in "The Grandmaster." He still had to scrape a wave, maybe one would work.

After Wei Lan went to work, confirming that there was basically nothing forgotten, Wang Yan took a sip of water and put down the cup.

Pull out the system panel and operate to select.

A mysterious and gentle blue light flashed............ ===== CHAPTER 179 =====