"You yourself are a sadist! And your sister is a sadist!" the system answered evil!
"Well, now even I can't complain in my head," Dara thought.
"Why are you whining, man, is already big!" evil continued to beat in words, the system!
"Well, don't stand, go, prepare 10 medicines for respiratory diseases, go faster!" customized his system.
"Not a system, but some kind of beast," Dara thought.
But in vain he thought such a thing ... after a second he already gasped and gasped, his joint on his left hand was swollen, his thumb could not bend. It was horror, the pain was such that tears appeared in my eyes ... after a moment everything stopped!
"You fool, don't say, don't think, work!" loudly ordered the system!
"This is authoritarianism, totalitarianism, dictatorship, feudalism!" loudly wanted to shout out to Dara, but stopped short as his jaw dropped.
Dara, quietly like a mouse, went to the beds of his farm to look for ten plants for the treatment of respiratory organs.
To which the system noticed that he can use not only plants but also other substances unless of course he finds and knows what to do with them.
Then I have to go to the mountains, they were nearby, only 50 km or to the hills, they were only 2 km from the farm. To which the system temporarily closed its eyes. Just saying it will be minus 2 points.
Dara did not ask, but in vain, minus two points, meant that he would have a backache as from radiculitis, such as equivalent exchange. For the pain, you could get an indulgence.
The system was exact a sadist!
Dara walked slowly along the still moist ground, it smelled of dung, the earth riveted to his galoshes, so he had to go out onto a dirt road. Knock galoshes on the cover, peel a clod of dirt and manure with a sprig. Part of his trousers was stained with this mixture. Well, there's nothing to do, it's hard not to get your hands and feet dirty on the ground. Even with a "smart farm", you sometimes have to mess around on the farm yourself, if not planting plants. it's just moving around the field.
Brushing off Dara, he trotted light amble to the hills, he had little time. The system forbade the use of the machine and magical mental creatures. For Dara, spilled lately, overgrown with fat, the system wanted this lounger to be more like a farmer and not a home recluse, it's time to work with muscles and head!
After about 25 minutes, Dara was already on the hill, all in the sweat that flowed from his forehead, cold trickles of water. The glasses are fogged up. He wore more glasses in order to betray his image of an element of adulthood. And so in the glasses, he had simple glasses and not lenses. At the Farm, any urban fashion is not appropriate. The system wanted to show it, Dara.
It could be shown, only with a tough example and nothing else ?!
But Dara was stubborn, decisive, so he decided, in order not to be gone, to collect ten plants and make 10 medicines!
Climbing but a hill that was covered with colorful flowers, mosses, brown, red, yellow, green, shrubs, Dara fell a couple of times. Yet galoshes were not adapted for walking on the hills. However, the real village ones could easily climb in the galoshes onto the steep slope of both a hill and a cliff. Their legs were arranged differently, pumped up and not flabby like that of Dar. He has been used to driving a car lately, rather than walking.
In addition, in the city, a person can easily walk 10 km in 2 hours, and in the mountains or in the countryside just 1.5 km in 6 hours. Another terrain to be considered is another air. He is too clean and is intoxicating. Whereas the air of the city with its impurities and exhaust gases is more dear to the city dweller. he directly comes to life in it!
In the fall, Dara automatically clung to a bush of grass, but when he got up and brushed off, it turned out that he held in his hand, last year's fruits of fennel. They were fawn. A ringing suddenly rang in his head, like the old opening, mechanical box office "Jin". The database of the mental entity, once blocked, automatically. Information went - breast tea recipe. 1 tablespoon of the mixture of fruits of ordinary fennel, 1 part of the root of the marshmallow, brew 2 cups of boiling water, leave for 20 minutes, strain. Drink warm on the floor of the bowl 3-4 times a day, with bronchitis.
Ahh, in my head flashed such a decoction did Grandma! Also added basil and crystalline sugar. This contributed to the withdrawal of sputum in bronchitis. I had to drink a course of 1 week. But who was allergic, it was contraindicated to drink!
And the little casket, it just opened! Here is one cure and you're done! But annoyance, Dar at the marshmallows was allergic!
The second medicine had to be sought, there were 9 more!