Mix in Douluo to raise plants

Staring at Zhang Shuai's leaving figure, Fang Mian frowned deeply.

He may believe that Zhang Shuai did not do this, but if he says it has nothing to do with him, then he doesn't believe it.

After all, Zhang Shuai is the only beneficiary of this matter.

But there is no use thinking about it now. He only hopes that after he restores these acres of land to its original appearance, the evil murderer can come again so that he can express the disgust in his heart. Otherwise, he really has to So depressed.

After thanking all the brothers who wanted to help, Fang Mian drove them away. However, before Elder Wu left, he stopped the master and asked him if he could find a plant catalog for him. Elder Wu said that he Question, ask him to pick it up tomorrow.

After the crowd was gone, facing the devastated farmland, Fang Mian took a deep breath, suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart, used the system to turn over the land, and then started to repeat the work he had done in the past few days.

Fortunately, he had consciously kept a few sunflower seeds these days, otherwise he would have to start all over again.

Just having the seeds is not enough, he also needs to spend a lot of time to use his soul power to ripen the seeds. When he thinks of this, he really hates it.

Zhang Shuai, who had fled, originally wanted to ask the senior brother, but when he thought about it, he realized that he didn't know the senior brother's name or where he lived.

Ten days passed by in a blink of an eye, and it was another day's work.

Early in the morning, Zhang Shuai sat up from the bed with two dark bags under his eyes and took a look outside. In the past few days, the window had been smashed with rocks. Someone poured feces in from the outside along the crack. The whole room smelled a bit. Rich.

He retched twice and took out a set of clean clothes from the box. After changing them, he went out and walked towards the cafeteria.

Pedestrians on the road pointed at him, their eyes and tone full of disgust.

When we arrived at the canteen, because we came earlier, the canteen was empty, with only four or five people.

He glanced at the counter where the food was placed. The white porridge that had just come out of the pot was still bubbling and steaming. The steamed buns were large and soft, as well as pickles, fried peanuts, fried shredded potatoes...

It was very ordinary, but Zhang Shuai felt that it was like immortal food from the sky. He swallowed reluctantly, walked quickly to the counter, reached out and grabbed the steamed buns.

Suddenly, a thick arm reached out from the side and pinched his wrist. After stopping him, a large pot lid was snapped from the air and the steamed buns were covered.

"What are you doing!"

Zhang Shuai heard the sound and looked up. A disciple wearing chef's clothes looked at him indifferently.

He swallowed, pointed to the steamed bun, and said, "Here... give me one, no, I can pay for it."

The chef disciple sneered twice and said, "Sorry, no more."

"You!" Zhang Shuai glared angrily when he saw the chef disciple showing off his three-round soul ring. He was refreshed and woke up instantly. He pulled back his hand and looked at the covered buns unwillingly, turned around and left quickly.

At this time, a disciple who had just come to report came up and heard the two talking.

"Senior brother, weren't the steamed buns just steamed? Why are they gone?"

"Hmph, these steamed buns are for humans, are they suitable for dogs?"

"By the way, if that guy comes in the future, remember, don't give him anything, nothing at all, you know!"

"Ah! Senior brother, isn't it good?"

"What's wrong? This is what a guy with no moral character who harms his junior brother should be like this. You don't know that he destroyed nearly ten thousand kilograms of food just for a mere bet. Don't hate it."

"Nearly ten thousand pounds! How could he be like this?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhang Shuai threw his head and roared: "I didn't!"

The two glanced at him, and the newcomer shrank his neck and left. As for the other, he looked at him with a sneer, his eyes like cold knives piercing Zhang Shuai's heart.

He dragged his tired body towards the door and murmured repeatedly: "I didn't, it's really not me."

In the past few days, rumors about Zhang Shuai, who was willing to destroy the produce of his junior brother's farmland for the sake of a bet, spread throughout the Qibao Glazed Sect, and the spread became more and more outrageous. It was also said that he had eaten up tens of thousands of kilograms of food in one night, and that he had stolen his junior brother's farm products. All the soil was dug away.

In short, his current reputation, Zhang Shuai, is completely stinky.

Zhang Shuai himself felt aggrieved. He obviously didn't do anything, and it was all the fault of the unknown senior brother. He suspected that the food he lost was also caused by that senior brother, and he was also a victim.

But no matter how he explained, no one listened. Gradually, he became a morally corrupt devil. Anyone who saw him wanted to step on him and spit on him.

The doors and windows of the place where I lived were smashed, and I was stabbed in the back while walking on the street. I was not even given food.

Zhang Shuai felt that even if he won the bet, would the Qibao Glazed Sect still have a foothold of its own?

He came to a corner in the shadows in confusion and sat down, hugging his legs, his eyes blurred, and he was in a meaningless daze.

At this time, a hand stretched out in front of him. There was nothing interesting about the hand. The key was that it held a bun.

Gollum.

Zhang Shuai swallowed, then like a vicious dog, he stepped forward to grab the hand, opened his mouth to bite the bun, and took a bite. His teeth felt the soft and warm meat of the bun, his tongue touched the sweetness of the starch, and the inside of the bun was covered with pulp. Entire mouth.

He didn't know how long it had been since he felt this way. He subconsciously squinted his eyes, chewed slowly, and savored the taste as if he were tasting fine wine.

"Don't worry, it's all yours."

A familiar voice reached his ears. Zhang Shuai thought it was his friend who was helping him. Tears filled his eyes, but he had no time to look at that friend. He grabbed the one he had bitten and the other two buns, and took a big bite. He bit into it and quickly stuffed several buns into his belly.

Leaning against the wall, he stroked his plump belly, with a smile on his lips. He raised his head and prepared to thank his friend for helping him.

But before he opened his mouth and said thank you, he suddenly glared angrily, gritted his teeth and yelled: "It's you, you bastard!"

That's right, the person who came was the senior brother who helped him.

Zhang Shuai jumped up from the ground, grabbed the senior brother by the collar, and roared angrily: "You shameful thief, not only stole my food, but also blamed me for the bad things you did. Come, follow me outside. Tell everyone clearly about the good things you have done..."

Snapped.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Shuai was slapped in the face with such force that Zhang Shuai was dizzy and sat directly on the ground.

Zhang Shuai covered his face and looked at the man in front of him as if he was lost.

The senior brother squatted down, looked at Zhang Shuai, whose face suddenly swollen, and sneered: "Yes, Zhang Shuai, you are right, I stole your food and that of Junior Brother Fang."

"You admitted it. Look, everyone, he admitted it. Everyone, I was wronged." Zhang Shuai shouted excitedly.

But before he could shout a word, the senior brother grabbed him by the neck, lifted him up from the ground, and said viciously: "Shout, keep shouting, louder."

Zhang Shuai's breathing was blocked and his face was congested and red.

When he was about to faint, the senior brother let go of his hand again, letting him hunch over and gasp for air.

Before Zhang Shuai could recover, his hair was pulled up again, then he was spun around and pushed against the wall.

"Zhang Shuai, do you know what situation you are in now? Do you think that if you take me outside and shout, others will believe you? Will the excrement and urine splashed at your door fall on my head? Others will believe you. Are you going to point at me and curse me secretly? Are you even unwilling to provide me with food in the cafeteria?"

"No, they will think you are crazy, stay away from you, and spurn you. You will become a wild dog that no one wants, and you can only huddle in this corner, waiting for others to pity you. Oh, yes Now, you can leave the Qibao Glazed Sect. However, if you want to apply to withdraw from the sect, let’s not talk about whether you can be allowed to withdraw. Even if you can pass, you are sure that Elder Wu will not make an issue with you throwing away thousands of kilograms of food. You know , he hates you so much now. Once you are not a disciple of the Qibao Glazed Sect, then I dare to say that you will definitely die, or leave privately, and then be regarded as a traitor to the sect, and then be hunted down, and then live in hiding for the rest of your life. The days of hiding, maybe..."

"die!"

Zhang Shuai's eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid again.

The senior brother clicked his tongue and whispered into his ear: "What should you do, Zhang Shuai, I am desperate for you!"

He let go of his hand, Zhang Shuai's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, like a dead corpse. His face was pale, his lips trembled, and he murmured in a low voice: "Yes, what should I do?"

The senior brother paused and continued: "Besides, you have a bet in eight days. Don't you forget it? I went to see Junior Brother Fang yesterday. He is indeed a strange man. In just ten days, five Not only have the acres of wheat fields been restored, but two more acres have been opened up, tsk tsk, you have no chance of winning at all."

"When the time comes, not only will you continue to stay in the farm and be bullied by Elder Wu, but you will also have to kneel down and admit your mistake to him in public. It is really too miserable."

"What should I do, what should I do, what should I do!" Zhang Shuai looked at his senior brother with aggrieved eyes and tears. He hugged the senior brother's thigh and shouted: "Senior brother, help me!"

The senior brother kicked him away and said with a chuckle: "Help you, how can I help you? Then destroy Junior Brother Fang's farmland, help you win the bet, and then let all the disciples of the sect know that you have been wronged ?”

"Yes, yes, that's it!" Zhang Shuai nodded fiercely.

The senior brother sighed and said: "Well, Zhang Shuai, it's not that I won't help you. I originally planned to destroy Junior Brother Fang's farmland yesterday, but that Junior Brother has been alert and has been building a bicycle beside the farmland these days. I built a shed and lived there every day, guarding it. How could I find the opportunity to destroy farmland?"

"He stayed there forever, how could he stay there forever."

Zhang Shuai lowered his head and said angrily, when a voice came into his ears.

"Oh, if only someone could help us lure him away."

"Lead him away, yes, it'll be fine if you can lure him away."

"Yeah, then who is going to be this person? Alas, if I don't have to destroy the farmland, I will go there myself. After all, such a simple thing is just a six-year-old child. I think ordinary people who are older can easily Just take him away."

"Otherwise, we'll find someone else."

"No need, senior brother. The less you know about this matter, the better. I'll go by myself and lure Junior Brother Fang away."

"Well, then, please."