"One, two, three, four..."
Walking on the road, Tang Hao touched the crystals in his bag and counted them again and again.
There were only ten crystals, no matter how he counted.
"What can I do with ten crystals? I can only buy one or two stalks of medicinal herbs, or ten jars of liquor, or stay in an inn for about a fortnight!"
Tang Hao muttered worriedly.
He eventually found an inn and checked in.
He wanted to make the town his base. After all, the town was very close to the passage back to Earth.
Sitting in front of the window and looking at the night sky outside, he started to feel homesick. He also missed his phone, computer, and other high-tech products.
He would feel uneasy if he did not check Weibo for a day.
After daydreaming for a while in front of the window, he began to cultivate.
