Mix in Douluo to raise plants

After explaining his goodbyes to Zhao Meng, Fang Mian walked towards the farm holding back his anger.

Lilian landed on his shoulder and couldn't be driven away. She also snickered from time to time, torturing Fang Mian's mentality.

Silently thinking that adults should not remember the faults of villains, Fang Mian quickened his pace, wanting to get to the farm early and find a piece of land to test whether sunflowers had the effects Lilian said.

The farm and the disciples' accommodation area are located to the south of the sect, not far apart. Fang Mian was familiar with the road and arrived at the location quickly.

The boundaries of the farm are separated by fences built with sharpened wooden stakes about three meters high, leaving only a gate on the north side.

Fang Mian often came here on weekdays. After saying hello to the disciple guarding the gate, he entered smoothly.

Standing at the door, you can see at a glance a straight, spacious and long dirt road. Looking from a distance, you can also see a small dot at the end. Only those who have been there will know that it is a three-story small attic. The office location of the park administrator.

The grains, fruits and vegetables in Douluo Continent all grow very quickly. Basically, they can be harvested once a month, and the harvest time will not exceed March.

The farm is divided into three areas, each area is responsible for one type of crops, a total of three types, grains, vegetables and fruits.

The area directly facing the door is a flat and standardized black soil farmland. This is an area where food crops are grown. Since it is the beginning of the month, Fang Mian saw at a glance that they were all freshly harvested crop roots, as if he had just had his hair cut and had no hair. Like a completely combed bald head.

Fang Mian walked a few hundred meters forward, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention. He jumped down to the field, found a corner, took out the golden sunflower seeds in his arms, called the items section, and prepared to take out the shovel inside. .

Lilian stood in front of his fingers, widened her eyes, and spread her body to stop him.

"Master, what do you want to do?"

Fang Mian frowned and said, "Of course I want to dig some land and plant seeds, what else can I do?"

Lilian looked around and asked in surprise: "Are you sure you want to plant the sunflower seeds here? I advise you to think about it carefully. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Fang Mian looked around in confusion. In the farm, the fields were divided into good and bad by soil quality. The land under his feet was a good field, so why couldn't he plant it?

Lilian seemed to be really afraid of his impulsiveness, and patiently persuaded him: "Don't be impatient. Collect the seeds first. Don't you want to report? There's no need to rush to plant sunflowers for a while. Report first."

Although Lilian was a bit naughty, she still didn't harm herself. Fang Mian put the golden seeds away doubtfully, nodded, agreed with her words, stood up, and walked towards the road.

Seeing this, Lillian breathed a sigh of relief and followed with her wings shaking.

Fang Mian just crawled out of the ground and clapped his hands when he heard a lament full of pain. When he looked up, he saw a thin man in gray robe with ordinary features walking past him with his head lowered.

He knew this person, and the soul power cultivation method was obtained from him, so he shouted: "Senior Brother Zhang."

The man paused when he heard the voice, turned to look at Fang Mian, forced a smile on his depressed face, waved towards Fang Mian, and said: "Junior Brother Fang, good morning!"

Fang Mian trotted up to him and looked at him up and down. He looked very decadent, and Fang Mian couldn't help but feel nervous.

Because he knew that the reason why Senior Brother Zhang was so decadent must be the harvest problem.

Disciples assigned to the farm by the sect need to contract and allocate a field and take good care of it. They can only leave here if they turn in the specified crop yield.

Last month, when Fang Mian came, he happened to see Brother Zhang squatting in the field and he was as distressed as he was now. He told him that he still had two months to harvest before he could leave, but he felt that he would be able to leave next month. He broke through the twentieth level of soul power and wanted to apply for help from the sect to obtain a soul ring, but he needed to have no tasks assigned by the sect. He was worried about this.

In his previous life, Fang Mian was a college student who graduated with a major in agriculture. Although his college life was relatively rough, he also knew some methods on how to increase grain production. He used these methods to exchange soul power cultivation methods with Senior Brother Zhang.

Looking at Senior Brother Zhang's appearance now, it seems that none of those methods are working!

He clenched his fists in fear, ready to run away at any time to prevent Senior Brother Zhang from causing trouble for him.

"Well, Senior Brother Zhang, are my methods useless?"

Fang Mian asked cautiously, his heels already slightly raised.

Senior Brother Zhang looked at him and said nothing until he was about to run away, then he sighed sadly and said with a wry smile: "No, your methods are very useful. After I used them, last month's The grain yield has just reached the standard for leaving the garden.”

"Huh~" After hearing his words, Fang Mian relaxed a lot, touched the sweat on his forehead, and asked happily: "Then why is senior brother so distressed? Is it because he can't bear to leave the fellow seniors in this farmyard?"

Anyone who knows Fang Mian will be very surprised when he is here at this moment, because Fang Mian, who has always been serious and serious like a young adult, is actually joking.

He wanted to be amused, but Senior Brother Zhang did not want to talk. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were filled with angry flames, his fists were clenched tightly, and he said viciously: "There is a thief, there is a thief in the farm, overnight , he stole all my crops, causing me to work in vain for a month. Damn thief, don't let me catch him, otherwise, I will kill him..."

"Thief!" Fang Mian looked at the incompetent and furious Senior Brother Zhang in surprise, and wanted to ask him if he was also joking. After all, who could steal several acres of land and thousands of kilograms of grain in one night, and why?

But looking at Senior Brother Zhang's murderous look, he didn't seem to be pretending, so he didn't dare to ask, silently following Senior Brother Zhang, and the two of them walked towards the small attic at the end of the road.

In front of the small attic door, there is an empty space again. At this time, a group of disciples who have been assigned to work in the farm are gathering in the open space, including people of all ages.

There were loud noises, sharing with the companions the joy of being able to hand over all the food and escape from the suffering here.

These words spread around Fang Mian, and he was keenly aware that Senior Brother Zhang's fists were clenched tighter, making a slight squeaking sound of bone friction. Fang Mian inadvertently slowed down and opened the distance between the two. , afraid of getting angry, but don’t know what excuse to use to stay away from the place of right and wrong.

The arrival of the two people reduced the voices talking about grain production. Everyone looked at Senior Brother Zhang more or less, with pity, curiosity, and gloating in their eyes. After all, losing crops is not something that matters in farming. It was a big event in the garden, and it was a very strange event.

Fang Mian felt like his head was getting bigger. Although these glances were not directed at him, when others looked at Senior Brother Zhang, they would also subconsciously glance at him who had followed him. Now he wanted to find a corner to squat.

An olive branch extended to help.

"Junior Brother Fang, you are finally here. Elder Wu has been waiting for you upstairs for too long." A familiar senior brother shouted to the crowd.

As if he were drowning, Fang Mian hurriedly replied to the crowd, "It's senior brother, I'm here."

"Senior Brother Zhang, Elder Wu is waiting for me, I will leave first."

Without waiting for Senior Brother Zhang to reply, Fang Mian got into the crowd.

Half a minute later, they arrived at the third floor of the small attic. Elder Wu was sitting alone at the table, brushing aside his thick beard with one hand and holding a steaming tea cup in his other hand, taking a sip.

"Elder Wu." Fang Mian took a breath before coming to his side, bowing and saying hello.

Upon hearing this, Elder Wu drank all the tea in one gulp and put the cup on the table. He seemed to be burned. He covered his mouth and coughed violently a few times before pointing to the opposite seat and motioning for Fang Mian to sit down first.

After Fang Mian sat down and waited patiently for him to recover, he listened to what he said.

"Fang Mian, you should know the rules in our Qibao Glazed Sect. If an ordinary child has not reached the fifth level of innate soul power, it is impossible for our sect to accept him, but with your third level soul power, you can get Do you know why there is a quota of civilians left?"

Fang Mian quickly sat up and said respectfully: "I can only stay because of the care of the elders. Fang Mian would like to thank the elders here."

After saying that, he pretended to stand up and bow down.

But he didn't really kowtow. As he expected, Elder Wu didn't care about these etiquette issues at all. Besides, he was stuck at a very urgent time. Elder Wu stopped him directly and motioned for him to sit down before speaking.

"As long as you have this intention, sit down first and then talk."

"Fang Mian, you also know that our farm is a miserable place. People who stay here never want to leave. I think you should be the first and the last one to ask for help here, although I didn't before. Let you be alone and responsible for even an acre of land, and just let you help everywhere."

"However, your fantastic ideas about crops and your abilities deeply moved me, so I proposed to let you stay. Let me tell you this, after half a year, if you fail the assessment, There will also be a place for you in the farm.”

Fang Mian smiled happily, cupped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you, elder."

Elder Wu wiped his beard, and the redness on his face gradually faded. He breathed softly, raised the corners of his mouth, but soon sighed and said: "Well, I think you Fang Mian is not a dull person, and you will definitely work hard to practice. Chengcai, I am afraid that the assessment in six months will not be difficult for you, and you will definitely want to leave the farm when the time comes."

Fang Mian's eyes widened, and he was about to express his sincerity, but Elder Wu stepped forward and heard him sigh again.

"I just pity this old man. I will stay in this field all my life without even a successor. Alas, it would be great if I had an apprentice."

"This~" If Fang Mian still couldn't understand what he was saying, then he was really stupid.

Fang Mian's expression became calm, he lowered his head and thought calmly.

He did not reject Elder Wu immediately. Although he was only an outer elder in charge of vegetable gardens and grain fields, his soul power was only in the forties. It was said that his martial soul was not very strong and he was old. Anyway, there was nothing he could do to others. Picture stuff.

But Fang Mian felt that it would be good to be his apprentice.

First of all, Elder Wu was kind and righteous to him, and it was thanks to Elder Wu that he could stay. Secondly, Elder Wu could be regarded as the local emperor in the farm. If he became Elder Wu's apprentice, wouldn't it mean that this vast farmland He can choose any field in the garden. From then on, if he wants to plant sunflowers on a large scale, he won't have to worry about space.

(In order to appease him in the morning, Lillian told him another setting about sunflowers. Only one sunflower can be planted within every thirty square meters.)

Fang Mian made up his mind. He stood up, picked up the tea cup that Elder Wu had placed on the table, poured a cup of hot tea, knelt down in front of Elder Wu, and said respectfully: "Master, please drink tea."

"Hey, okay, I know you are a kind and smart boy. Get up, get up." Elder Wu smiled, took Fang Mian's tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, then helped him up, his face full of wrinkles and blossoms. Like chrysanthemums.