Initiating a Plant Revolution in the Otherworld

Chapter 156 Picking Resin (Please recommend tickets~)

Ron held a pink cone-shaped fruit in his hand and lowered his head to caress it.

The sweet breath penetrated into his nostrils, and unexpectedly made his tongue feel sweet.

This is a spring fruit that represents "sweetness".

Every time the fragrant fir bears fruit, more than 100 fruits will be cultivated.

After a year passed in the breeding space, Ron had hundreds of fruits in each of the four seasons.

If it is only used by the four people in the flower shop for daily use, it is basically enough for them to use it forever.

The fist-sized fruit is ground into powder, which is almost the weight of two or three bottles of seasoning, and it is not a problem to use it for a month or two.

After playing with the fruit for a while, Ron put it into the [backpack], and then broke another branch.

A half-meter-long branch is covered with dark green needles as thick as a baby's arm, and only the roots can be grasped.

Looking at it, it looks like a hairy mace.

It's still the killer version.

Ron bared his lips, thinking how can this thing make tea?

Reaching out and breaking off a needle leaf, it was slightly thicker than ordinary steel bars, tens of centimeters in length, and Ron was quite speechless.

This Nima should be called Bang Ye, right? The title "needles" is too humiliating.

The feel of waving it is not bad, very smooth.

Ron held the thing whose real name was "needle leaf" but should be called "stick leaf", waved it casually a few times, and finally patted it on the palm of his hand.

As a result, I don’t know if I don’t shoot it. After this shooting, the whole “stick leaf” will be broken into a pile in the palm of my hand, turning into dregs.

"Damn!" Ron was stunned for a moment, and rolled his eyes, "So it's the type that looks good but doesn't work, it's too brittle."

But in this way, the problem of making tea is solved.

Ron took off all the sticks and leaves from the branch and threw them into the [backpack], then observed the branch in his hand.

At this moment, the branches were stripped off, and the clean body was exposed, which was held in the palm of Ron's hand and stroked carefully.

At the break where the root of the branch was broken off, there was a faint appearance of viscous juice flowing out before, but it gradually solidified.

Ron looked towards the "cave opening" and saw the golden liquid wriggling in the branches, and it would slowly solidify as soon as it came into contact with the air.

This is probably resin... Ron thought.

The entire half-meter-long branch is as thick as an adult's thigh. After the stick leaves were pulled off earlier, round spots were left on the surface of the branch.

Ron touched the surface of the branch and found that these patches were a little crisper than the rest of the skin.

So he attached his grudge to his index finger and poked it towards a plaque.

The golden yellow viscous liquid splashed out immediately and stained the back of his hand and wrist.

And his index finger was completely wrapped in the slowly wriggling golden liquid, giving him a warm and moist touch, as if being sucked by something.

In addition, Ron also touched various tissues in the branches, including thin tubes and extremely tough membranes.

When he touched the deep membrane, Ron poked it curiously,

But an index finger alone wasn't enough, so Ron poked his own middle finger in as well.

The viscous golden juice splashed on Ron's hand. It was still warm at first, but then slowly solidified, giving off a cool breath to moisturize the skin, which was very comfortable.

Ron stirred the hole with two fingers, and finally touched the membrane that his index finger had touched earlier.

After touching it carefully, he realized that it was not a flat film, but a thick and long tube that formed a cylindrical shape in the center of the branch.

The film is just its outer layer.

Is this probably the structure that the branches use to deliver nutrients to the leaves and fruit?

Ron guessed in his heart, pulled out two fingers, and a golden yellow liquid splashed out along the wide opening, until the liquid outside gradually solidified, and the resin stopped flowing out.

Ron stuck out his tongue and licked the golden mucus on his fingers. The taste was very light, but very delicious.

Rubbing the two hands together, Ron used the resin on his hands as hand cream, and after rubbing his hands full, there was still a lot, so he rubbed it on his arms again.

This thing has the function of skin care and beauty, so there is no need to waste it.

The warm feeling passed on the arms, and after a few minutes, it became cool and refreshing again.

It may be because of the first use. After the resin was absorbed by the skin, Ron could obviously feel that the skin became smoother and fairer, and it became more elastic when pinched.

"I'll put on less of this in the future... I'm already handsome enough, if I want to use this again, wouldn't it be a pity for thousands of girls?" Ron smacked his lips, rubbed his chin and said to himself .

After breaking a few more branches and putting them into the [backpack], Ron peeled off a few pieces of bark, and then handed over the task of taking care of the Spicy Cedar to the puppet, and returned to the flower shop by himself.

Ron went to the kitchen on the second floor, took out one fruit of each season from the [backpack], ground them into powder and put them into a seasoning bottle.

After labeling each bottle with its own "sweet", "spicy", "sour" and "salty", Ron hesitated for a while, but took out the seasoning bottle marked "spicy" and put it in the [backpack].

Considering the unscrupulous "four-in-one" effect, just in case, only use three of the seasonings.

Anyway, the four people in the flower shop don't eat spicy food very much, and it doesn't hurt if one is missing.

Otherwise, it would be quite a headache if some bloody plot really happened.

There are three ladies in the store, what if they are all recruited at once?

Ron shook his head and put away the summer fruit seasoning bottle, arranged the other three seasoning bottles neatly, and then took out a piece of bark the size of a palm.

Pour water into the pot, light a fire, and when the water boils, Ron throws in the bark, then the autumn fruit powder.

He went back to the sofa and read a book leisurely for a while. After the concoction boiled from the bark was finished, Ron went back to the kitchen and poured the light yellow juice that had been boiled down to a small cup into a bowl.

Stumbling downstairs with the bowl in hand, Ron came to the counter and put the bowl in front of Nora.

There was still some slight panic left on Nora's face, like a student who was almost caught by the teacher.

She looked at the potion in the bowl in front of her, and asked suspiciously, "Manager, what is this?"

"Good stuff, you'll know when you drink it." Ron smiled and urged her to drink it first.

Nora didn't even think about whether this was a drug play by an unscrupulous shopkeeper, so she trusted Ron, picked up the bowl, and drank the concoction in small sips.

The taste is sour, but it is quite delicious.

After finishing the drink, Nora was about to ask what was the use of it, when she immediately felt a hot stream rushing to the corner of her eyes, and the warm feeling wrapped her eyes.

It's as comfortable as putting a hot towel on the eyes after using the eyes too much, and the effect is better than the hot towel.

"Hmm..." Nora couldn't help closing his eyes because of this comfortable feeling, the eye sockets were a little moist, and the mist swirled in the eyeballs.

It didn't take long for this feeling to fade away. Nora opened her eyes, only to feel that her eyes brightened, and she could see things more clearly.

Pujie Diary: The day and night have been reversed these days, and I don’t go to bed until eight or nine in the morning... I don’t know when I can adjust it... I vaguely remember that the last time I stayed up late and caused my biological clock to reverse was in October last year... Then In order to adjust the time difference, I spent a whole week, from going to bed at 10 am to 12 noon, then [-] pm, [-] pm, [-] pm, until [-] pm... After such a cycle, It’s equivalent to me living one day longer than you hahaha... Alas... This body is getting worse every day. It would be great if you could give me a life belt...

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