Mix in Douluo to raise plants

"Mian'er, although you now worship me as your teacher, you can't slack off. I will leave you a few acres of farmland later. You can go ahead and use your fantastic ideas. It's best to do something. Once the results are out, you don’t need to find any other reasons to stay as a teacher. As for soul power cultivation, just let it go if you can, don’t rush it for a while, understand.”

"Yes, but master, won't we still have to..." after half a year?

"Well, the test does need to be considered, but since you have become my apprentice, you don't have to worry about these. I will say hello to the elder who tests the soul power. You can just go and tidy up the fields. Oh, by the way, I I heard that you have a method that can increase food production, right? Let’s do an experiment on your field first. If it really works, promote it. At that time, I will recommend you to the sect and mark you with a great achievement. , when the time comes, the sect will reward you with some genius treasures, but it won’t come faster than you just meditating and practicing!”

"Yes, the master is right."

Fang Mian and Elder Wu were chatting and laughing. They came down the stairs and reached the first floor of the small attic. Before going out, Elder Wu asked Fang Mian to stand beside him and wait for his arrangements. Then he tightened his face and kept a serious smile, as if he was a different person. Fang Mian walked out of the door.

Outside the door, everyone stood in a row consciously. Elder Wu stood in front of them as a habit. After examining it, he waited for a few minutes before taking the roster from the steward disciple who was waiting on the side and saying the names of the people.

There were only five of them. After the people who were called consciously came out of the queue, Elder Wu announced that their food supplies had reached the standard and they could leave.

On the spot, the five people laughed and cheered, hugged each other, and left under the envious eyes of others and the resentful eyes of Senior Brother Zhang.

There were still 30 people left, some of whom were disciples who had just been assigned today. Elder Wu separated them, took out a stack of gray paper, wrote these numbers on it, handed it to the disciple in charge, asked him to distribute it, and gave instructions , and after the meeting dispersed, he asked him to go to the fields and personally guide the farming.

Fang Mian looked at the gray pieces of paper and knew clearly that they were the signs of bad fields.

He heard from his senior brothers that when newcomers enter the farm, ten acres of bad land will be arranged for cultivation first. After three to five months, good land will be arranged. Of course, this does not rule out that the number of good land is limited. , the possibility of being allocated to inferior fields.

After the disciple in charge said yes, Elder Wu faced the remaining ten and took out a stack of black pieces of paper. It is worth mentioning that there was also a gray piece in it. Because it was unique, it was very conspicuous.

Fang Mian and the remaining ten people stared at the stack of papers in his hand, and couldn't help but wonder if this gray one would be my turn.

It's just that it's useless for them to think that all the decision-making power lies in the hands of Elder Wu.

Elder Wu called out the name of the first person and handed him a piece of black paper. The man breathed a sigh of relief, called the name of the second person and gave him a piece of black paper...

Fang Mian just watched the stack of black papers disappear one by one, and finally only two were left. The gray ones were still there, and he felt worried.

He knew that even though the ten acres of bad farmland represented by a piece of gray paper were twice as much as the five acres of good land represented by the black paper, the final yield of the good land might be double or even triple that of the bad land.

Elder Wu's previous intention was obviously to ask him to give up cultivating his soul power and concentrate on farming. How could he be willing to obey this? He also thought that he could get a piece of fertile land and take care of it at will, so that he could practice his soul power while distracted. It is guaranteed that you can get a good harvest and increase your soul power at the same time. However, if you are allocated a piece of bad land, if you don't take care of it, you will really lose your harvest. How will he explain it then? Moreover, this bad land The conditions for growing his golden sunflowers were not very good either.

He frowned and thought about a way, then he heard the master call out the name of the last person, and then watched with wide eyes as the master handed out the gray piece of paper. Suddenly, a wave of heat surged out of his heart, and at the same time, Feeling ashamed, he actually doubted his master's kindness to him. It was so embarrassing.

Suppressing laughter, Fang Mian turned his head to see who the unlucky guy was, and then he met a pair of murderous eyes. The person who took the gray paper turned out to be walking together and complained to him with a grimace all night. Senior Brother Zhang who had thousands of kilograms of food stolen.

"This... what kind of bad luck did he have?"

Fang Mian quickly lowered his head and put his lips together, fearing that others would notice the raised corners of his mouth.

"Okay, if nothing happens, let's disperse." Elder Wu waved his hand, indicating that everyone can leave.

"Wait a moment, elder." Staring at the gray paper in his hand, Senior Brother Zhang said. He raised his head, his eye frames were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of madness, but he still suppressed his anger, remained rational, and pleaded in a questioning tone. He said: "Elder, I still have a little bit of food to reach the standard, so can you give me a piece of fertile land?"

Elder Wu stared at him and said angrily: "Shuai Zhang, you still have the nerve to ask, where is the food for this month, huh?"

Feeling uneasy, he continued: "Since you are still a little behind, then concentrate on taking good care of the grain. If you can concentrate, how can someone steal a thousand kilograms of grain and you don't know anything about it? I will give you bad land." I just want to tell you that you have to be focused enough on anything, even farming. Since you are only a little bit behind, just focus on farming for a month."

After saying that, Elder Wu rolled down his sleeves, called Fang Mian, and asked him to enter the attic.

"I don't agree."

When the two of them were about to enter the attic, Zhang Shuai spoke again, with malicious eyes, staring at Fang Mian, pointing at him and saying: "Elder Wu, I don't understand why he can get fertile land, he is obviously just a newcomer. And he is only six years old, with thin arms and legs. He can carry water and apply fertilizer. Once the good land falls into his hands, I am afraid that what he can grow will not be as much as what can be grown on bad land."

"Elder Wu, I didn't expect that you, who is the most fair and just person in my mind, would act nepotistically today. Once you are unfair today, have you ever thought about it, if we all fight for fairness and don't work hard, it will affect the next generation. Yue Sect collects grain, have you figured out how to explain it to the sect?"

He was now crazy. His anger and the grievances he suffered caused his last mental defense to be broken down. Like an irrational beast, he questioned the authoritarian Elder Wu.

Others also looked at Fang Mian with unkind eyes.

Newcomers are thinking, why do you get special treatment when everyone is new?

Although the old people knew Fang Mian, and Fang Mian had helped most of them and gave them many useful suggestions, they all looked at him with resentment because Fang Mian broke the rules.

For a time, Fang Mian became the target of public criticism for no reason.

Elder Wu naturally knew that the current situation was dangerous. He was praised and killed by Zhang Shuai and roasted on the fire. He had always had the right to speak out in the farm. He did not expect that someone would question him today. Once this matter got serious, the sect would There are people inside who are keeping an eye on his seemingly low-ranking, but extremely powerful position. If word spreads, someone will inevitably add insult to injury, causing the sect to take action against him. In the future, he may no longer have the right to speak out.

Even if the sect didn't do anything to him, if Zhang Shuai opens the door to question him today, then there may be Li Shuai in the future, and Wang Shuai will question and contradict him, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

For now, he is in a dilemma, so he can only use his means to suppress the matter first.

Elder Wu was furious, pointed at Zhang Shuai and scolded: "Asshole, how can an ordinary disciple like you question my decision? Zhang Shuai, don't you know what kind of bird you are? Thousands of kilograms of food will be gone without saying anything. Do you think How do you explain it to the sect? Besides, I do it for your own good..."

Fang Mian watched the master spit and talk to Zhang Shuai, trying to divert other people's attention or induce Zhang Shuai to apologize to him.

But the effect was not good. Others still looked at him with unkind eyes. Zhang Shuai still had a gloomy look on his face, and he still had a firm attitude of letting you go east, west, north, south, and I will stand firm.

"What should I do? It seems like something is not good!"

Unexpectedly, on the first day when he came to the farm, not long after he had just become a disciple, such a mess would happen, and Fang Mian couldn't help but look panicked.

At this time, Lilian, who was lying on his shoulder and watching the farce in front of her, suddenly spoke. She asked thoughtfully: "Master, what is the difference between what they call bad farmland and good farmland?"

Fang Mian glanced at her, thought for a while, and explained to her the difference between bad farmland and good farmland.

Lilian's eyes lit up, she sat up and asked again: "Then the area of ​​the inferior field will be relatively large. By the way, can the inferior field guarantee that you can get sunshine during the day?"

Fang Mian recalled the memory of helping in the farm and replied: "It is said that when the farm was first established here, in order to ensure the output, this area was specially selected, because no matter whether it is good or bad, the fields here can get sufficient supply. Sunlight."

"Hey, Master~" Lilian smiled strangely, flew to Fang Mian's ear and whispered, "I have a way to help you solve the current situation."

"What, why don't you tell me quickly?" Fang Mian said hurriedly.

Lilian said: "You must agree to my request first, and then I will tell you."

"any request."

"I haven't thought about it yet. Just promise me first and I'll think about it carefully before telling you."

"No problem, just say it quickly and stop talking nonsense."

After receiving his promise, Lilian lay down next to Fang Mian and whispered in his ear.

"Zhang Shuai, do you know what you are doing? Have you ever thought about your parents, your brothers and sisters, then have you ever thought about your..."

Elder Wu was very angry when he saw that Zhang Shuai refused to accept the hard words. He started to use his family members to persuade Zhang Shuai.

But now Zhang Shuai has lost his sense. How can he control so much? He only has one goal, which is to get fertile land.

"Okay, master, stop talking and listen to me."

When Elder Wu wanted to continue spitting, Fang Mian, who was behind him, stepped forward confidently, stopped him, and said in a deep voice.