The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2567: Xiao Xiao Down (Fifty-one)

Schiller managed to buy three large bags of garden soil, a shovel for digging, and some sundries such as kettles and hoses in the gardening section.

He didn't buy any grass seeds, mainly because the quality of the grass seeds here was not good enough to meet the lawn needs of the wealthy area. However, the grass seed vendor gave Schiller a phone number. His cousin did business in the wealthy area, so Schiller could request door-to-door delivery.

Schiller did not have his boss deliver the garden soil and tools to his door, but simply asked his boss to help carry them into the trunk of his car. He planned to bury them himself with gray fog.

After all, it was impossible to fill it in shovel by shovel. On the one hand, the room had just been cleaned, so there would be too much dust. On the other hand, it was too tiring. Apart from burying corpses, Schiller seldom did this kind of physical work.

When she drove back home, she saw an unexpected person, Killer Croc. He drove the same pickup truck and parked it in front of Schiller's house. Zatanna was using magic to move something inside.

Schiller's car stopped behind the truck, and Killer Croc spotted him immediately. Schiller got out of the car, put his hands over his eyes to block out the sunlight, looked at the two of them and said, "Why are you here? What are you moving?"

"Garden soil, of course." Zatanna also squinted in the sun. The baseball cap she was wearing could not completely block the strong sunlight, so she simply took off the hat and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Raven called and said she blew up a huge hole in your backyard. After all, we were the ones who brought her here, and we can't let you handle it alone."

Schiller looked back at his trunk and said, "You should have texted me earlier. I already bought it."

"That's perfect. The few bags we bought may not be enough. It would be better if we have extra. Anyway, if you want to grow vegetables in the future, you will need soil, so you can always use it."

"I brought some beautiful rocks. You want to make a small vegetable garden?" Killer Croc said as he carried the bags down. "I'm good at this. I can build a vegetable garden for you in the corner of the garden."

Schiller hesitated for a moment and said, "Thank you for your help."

Killer Croc waved his hand and didn't take it seriously, and soon all the garden soil that Schiller bought and they brought was moved to the backyard.

Schiller gestured in the backyard and said, "I plan to make a vegetable garden this big. I will plant it outdoors here and build a small greenhouse here."

"We need to build a greenhouse?!" Zatanna was a little shocked.

"It's just a greenhouse," Schiller said. "It can be built with bamboo poles and plastic sheets. Its main function is to grow seedlings."

"You can actually grow vegetables?!" Zatanna was even more shocked.

"You don't know how to do it?" Schiller said with a hint of disdain, "You've never planted one before? Not even once?"

"Come on, I'm a magician, how could I possibly..."

At this time, Killer Croc spoke up. He shook his head and said, "No, Professor, the vegetable garden you want to build is far beyond my imagination. If you want to make it so big, the soil we have is totally not enough."

"I just want to fill the hole. I can do the vegetable garden later." Schiller said, "It just so happens that the garden over there hasn't been taken care of for a long time. Maybe we can hire a gardener to do it together."

"But the weather is getting cold." Killer Croc said, "If we plant them now, we can have one last harvest before winter comes. But if we plant them a few days later, it may not be possible."

"You can grow vegetables too?!" Zatanna looked at Killer Croc in shock again.

"Don't be so surprised. People in the East District grow some things. The slums are not strictly managed. Some rooftops and small balconies of bungalows have plants."

"But there was no sunlight before. How did you survive?" Zatanna was even more confused.

"As long as you grow enough, some will survive. The seeds are not worth much."

Zatanna now knows where those violent plants and weird animals in Gotham come from. It turns out that they are all the products of the failure of the exhaustive method.

"Do you think we should start with a vegetable garden?" Schiller said, stroking his chin.

He was actually a little tempted, because first of all, having a big hole in the backyard was a wonder. There should be no house in the entire community with such a big hole in the backyard. This could cause widespread discussion at the housewarming party, and maybe even bring up aliens or something, which was a pretty good topic.

Secondly, Schiller really wanted to grow vegetables. The season and temperature were not a problem. The key was that Merkel's absence was a great opportunity.

When Merkel returns after a while, the vegetables will be ready to be harvested. If Merkel encounters vegetables that are not yet mature, these vegetables may not survive to be eaten.

Schiller made up his mind, so they shifted their focus from filling the pit to building a vegetable garden.

It's not that vegetable growing is prohibited in villa areas in the United States, but it is prohibited in front yards close to roads. The lawns need to be kept clean and beautiful to ensure stable housing prices and achieve the purpose of community isolation.

But the backyard can be made into a lawn, a garden, a playground, or even a landscape pavilion, and no one cares.

Of course, the backyard of Schiller's new house could not have a garden as big as the manor, but it was not small either and was divided into four areas.

In the middle is the lawn and the big pit, on the left is the somewhat abandoned garden, on the right is the planned vegetable garden, and in front is the porch behind the house, which is larger and wider than the front porch and can accommodate a complete set of dining tables that can accommodate more than a dozen people for dinner, and can be used for backyard gatherings.

When he started working, Schiller found that too much sunlight was not a good thing. Standing in the sun was really very hot. Although the weather was cool, the sunlight was always so bright that people could not open their eyes.

Fortunately, Killer Croc was really good at laying bricks. Even though he didn't get those ugly red bricks, but pieces of natural thin bricks, most of which were irregular stone pieces in gray, brown and dark blue that had been cut, he was able to stack them up one by one very neatly.

The enclosed vegetable garden blends seamlessly with the blue-gray courtyard wall, looking beautiful and tidy. More importantly, it looks very natural and not like an artificial product. Schiller was quite satisfied with it.

"This is my special skill." Killer Croc said, "Actually, I'm considering doing renovation work. It's quite profitable and not too tiring. But this is my next goal. I don't have any connections in this field yet. I'll save some money before I decide."

"Perhaps you know the second-hand market in the East District?" Schiller said, "I met a friend there. People call him Black Martin."

Killer Croc raised his eyebrows and said, "You actually went there, and you know Martin. This guy is quite famous and is known as the know-it-all of the market."

"Are his connections useful to you?"

"Of course, it is very useful. There are many jobs like decorating houses and gardens that require second-hand furniture. That is the largest second-hand furniture wholesale market, but most people can't figure out the market. If there is an acquaintance who can introduce it..."

"He will come over tonight, but it is not convenient for you to meet for the time being. I will ask him for his contact information, and you can go find him later."

Killer Croc was very happy and worked faster. Schiller saw his arms flying up and down, and the remaining half of the wall was completed in just a few minutes. He thought, just like the moving market, perhaps the Gotham decoration market would be in turmoil again.

They poured the soil into the prepared vegetable garden. Schiller simply taught Zatanna how to make ridges. Zatanna vowed to build a vegetable garden in the backyard of the bookstore, but judging from her erratic expression after listening to the explanation just now, there was little hope of success.

Normally, people who come to help with work should be treated to a meal, but Schiller's family didn't have normal ingredients, so he had to find a nearby restaurant and order takeout.

It was also his first time ordering takeout. Although he had ordered some takeout items at the manor before, they were all made by Merkel.

In this era, takeout is ordered by calling. Before calling, you have to log on to their website and browse the menu on your computer. After filling out the pre-menu, write down the digits after the web address, then call to tell the other party these digits, say your address and delivery time, and then you have ordered the takeout.

Schiller fiddled with it for a long time before he succeeded. Zatanna was still gloating beside him, "I knew some old-timers didn't understand how to use computers. You're not still in the paper office era, are you?"

Schiller said in his heart that he really couldn't understand how to use the computers of this era because they were so backward. He actually needed to enter the code on the web controller to display the numbers of the URL. Was the technology tree of this universe off track?
He completely forgot that when he bought the computer, people clearly told him that the Luther Group's computers were better for home use and intelligence, while the Wayne Group's computers were more professional and complex. Yet he still chose the Wayne Group's computers. It was purely his own fault.

It was almost evening by the time the takeaway arrived and they finished their meal, so the two quickly said goodbye and left.

Schiller was tidying up things in the living room when he remembered that the crystal ball he bought was left in the car. He went to the garage to get it, but did not touch it. Instead, he put it on the table on the back porch, intending to wait for Martin to come and ask him what it was.

After a whole day of hard work, Schiller felt a little sleepy. Remembering that he had classes the next day, he went upstairs and lay on the bed to check his email on his mobile phone and reply to students' questions that were all-encompassing and had little to do with psychology.

Soon, Schiller fell asleep.

"what!!!"

Suddenly a scream came from downstairs, and Schiller woke up suddenly. He walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked down. A man fell in front of the porch in the backyard.

Schiller quickly went downstairs and strode out the back door. When he approached the man, he found that he had stopped breathing.

Schiller walked closer and saw that the crystal ball in his hand had fallen onto the lawn. It did not break, but the magical energy in it had disappeared.

Schiller sensed something and walked over to lift the clothes on the man's back.

Sure enough, he had a familiar tattoo on his back, from the Confession Cartel.

jingle!

The doorbell rang and a familiar voice came from the door.

"Hello, sir, I'm Martin, I'm here to deliver the gift you ordered!"

Schiller soon appeared at the door and opened it a crack.

Martin saw Schiller in his pajamas, smiled apologetically and said, "I didn't know you were resting. Do you want me to take you in?"

"Come in." Schiller took a half step back to make room for him.

The moment Martin walked into the door holding the wooden carved box, he saw Schiller holding a long kitchen knife in his hand.

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