Mix in Douluo to raise plants

If anyone is unaware and goes deep into the farm at this moment, they will find a strange thing. A group of tall and powerful formal disciples of the Qibao Glazed Sect are exhausting their knowledge and using all kinds of gorgeous words to praise a six-year-old man. A [-]-year-old child, there is no hidden desire to curry favor in his words.

But the child just smiled, neither sad nor happy, as if the people around him didn't exist, and those words of praise had nothing to do with him.

But isn't Fang Mian really proud?

No, he was so happy. Seeing all the senior brothers in front of him fawning over each other, to be honest, he really wanted to yell at Wuhu~.

It's just that he is shy by nature. If he is surrounded by one or two familiar people, he will definitely not hide his true thoughts.

When the senior brothers were so boastful that their mouths were dry and their voices began to fade away, Fang Mian finally spoke up and stood in front of the crowd, using his small hands to signal everyone to quiet down.

"Brothers, listen to what I have to say."

What he said now may be more effective than the sect leader. As soon as the words came out, everyone fell silent instantly.

Fang Mian coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said: "Brothers, I understand what you mean, but please forgive me. I can't hand over the secret of wheat ripening every half month. Don't be impatient, listen to me. In a word, on the one hand, everyone has probably planted all the wheat seedlings this month, and there is only a little more than half a month left before next month. Knowing this secret now is about the same as knowing it next month. The other thing is, I am now with Zhang Senior brother's bet is still going on, if I tell the secret now, wouldn't it be..."

Fang Mian did not continue speaking, but showed a honeyed smile, invisibly transferring the pressure to Senior Brother Zhang, and avenging Senior Brother Zhang's persecution that day.

Zhang Shuai, who was huddled in the crowd and planned to follow him to find out the secrets so that his situation could be improved, never thought that Fang Mian would be so vicious and he would be stared at by several pairs of eyes at once, causing sweat to form on his forehead.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I think there is no need to continue this bet. Although Junior Brother Fang's current wheat field has only been cultivated for five acres, I think the yield of these five acres is more than that of ordinary fertile fields, and there is still half a month left. Even if you are given another month, your output will not be able to match that of Junior Brother Fang. I think you should admit defeat so as to save some face for yourself."

Someone in the crowd said this.

Hearing such harsh words made Zhang Shuai feel cold in his heart. He looked around, trying to find someone to support him, but everyone looked in agreement. Suddenly, he felt like he was alone in a boat on the sea. The sense of desolation that the whole world has abandoned.

There were moments when he was so desperate that he wanted to throw in the towel.

But when he thought of admitting defeat and having to kneel down in public to apologize and pay an extra thousand kilograms of grain, Zhang Shuai's face darkened. People have different faces. If he had to kneel down to others today, not only this farm, Qibao Liuli Within the sect, there will no longer be a place for Zhang Shuai to stand.

"Hmph, it's still a long time. It's not certain who will lose and who will win?"

Leaving behind a harsh word, Zhang Shuai turned around and walked away quickly.

Seeing that he was still arrogant, the others all showed regret, thinking that Zhang Shuai would be wise enough to admit defeat on the spot and ask Junior Brother Fang to tell him the secret of his grain production.

Seeing this, the others no longer forced Fang Mian, and left separately under Fang Mian's dispersal.

Elder Wu was the last one to leave. He patted Fang Mian on the shoulder with satisfaction and said that if you need anything, just come to him and left.

When the surrounding area was empty, Fang Mian laughed wildly, put his hands on his hips and howled to the sky, venting the sullenness suppressed in his heart due to labor these past few days.

After venting his anger, he returned to the wheat field out of breath, pushed aside a tall wheat plant with many ears, found a sunflower, skillfully put his legs together, struck a pose, and shouted loudly: "Praise the sun~"

For more than ten days, he worked hard every day without daring to sleep for a long time. He cultivated a total of fifty sunflowers. Except for the first day, which would increase the sunlight value of his soul power, he did not dare to touch it.

The solar points accumulated yesterday have not yet been harvested, totaling five hundred.

As long as this wave is completed, his solar value will exceed [-]. By then, he will have his first attack method, which means a big step towards the arsenal mode.

Just thinking about it makes me feel excited and energetic.

Fang Mian is working hard here, but Zhang Shuai over there is having a hard time.

After he left everyone's sight, he ran all the way back to his field, crying while running, sweat and tears intertwined. He couldn't understand why everyone who supported him more than ten days ago seemed to be like this today. It's like a different person.

boom!

Perhaps because he was too sad, his vision and hearing were greatly weakened. He didn't even see someone calling him or waving to him in front of him. He suddenly bumped into him, and the two of them rolled into the field together.

"Ouch."

When he stopped rolling, Zhang Shuai let out a cry of pain, looked up at the person blocking the road, and was about to curse. Unexpectedly, after seeing the face of this guy without eyes, his expression froze.

"Junior Brother Zhang, you can't hit me to death. Why do you still hit me when I call you and wave to you?"

The person who was knocked down was the senior brother who helped Zhang Shuai that day with a soul-nurturing fruit worth five soul coins.

Seeing his senior brother who was rubbing his waist with a grimace on his face, Zhang Shuai seemed to have found a life-saving straw. His expression collapsed and he burst into tears: "Senior brother, it's over, it's over!"

The senior brother looked at the wailing big man in front of him, was stunned for a moment, frowned, and shouted loudly: "Stop, you look like that, you can still be considered a man, tell me what happened."

Zhang Shuai was frightened by him, and his tears and nose were all wiped away. Then he shrunk his neck and told his senior brother what he had just seen and heard.

After hearing this, the senior brother was stunned. He held Zhang Shuai's arm and asked excitedly: "You mean that guy has a way to make wheat ripen in half a month."

Zhang Shuai looked at his senior brother's eyes widening, as if he was about to burst out, and nodded in fear.

The senior brother didn't know what he was thinking, and the expressions on his face changed rapidly, one moment of joy and the other of distress.

Zhang Shuai watched from the side and complained cautiously: "Senior Brother, didn't you say you wanted to keep an eye on Junior Brother Fang for me? Why do you have no news about such a big thing?"

The senior brother frowned and glanced at him, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, don't worry, it's senior brother's fault. I'm in a hurry these days, so I don't pay much attention to that kid, but you don't have to worry, that kid might have caused something. It's a blind trick to ripen wheat. I'll help you explore it again in the past two days to expose his trick and make him embarrassed in front of everyone. However, you must be sure that the five acres of grain in your field will mature."

Zhang Shuai sighed and said: "But senior brother, I don't think he did any tricks. What should I do?"

"Look at how cowardly you are, don't worry, senior brother, I will take action. Even if he doesn't do tricks, I will turn all his work into tricks."

The senior brother patted his chest and said.

Zhang Shuai was stunned, as if he understood something, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, excitedly took the hand given by his senior brother, and said: "Then it will be a lot of trouble for senior brother."

"Yeah." The senior brother snorted, coughed twice, and said: "But, junior brother, you have to know that there is no free lunch in the world, so, can you share with senior brother your method of increasing food production? .”

"No problem." Zhang Shuai said without hesitation at all, "Anyway, Junior Brother Fang taught me that method. Senior Brother, you can just take it."

As soon as he said this, he didn't notice that the face of the senior brother opposite him froze.

"You...what are you talking about? Your method was not invented by yourself, it was given to you by Junior Brother Fang."

"Yes, yes, senior brother, what's wrong with you? Why are your eyes so... so scary."

After bidding farewell to Zhang Shuai in a good voice, the senior brother left the farm with a gloomy face and escaped into the shadows on the deserted road. After a while, he appeared in an exquisite campus.

Sitting cross-legged on the stone table in the courtyard was a middle-aged man wearing the gray robe that marked the elders and a goatee.

The moment the middle-aged man saw him coming in, he opened his eyes instantly, frowned and stared at the visitor. Without saying anything, he stood up, jumped off the stone table, and walked into the house.

The senior brother followed him and closed the door. The room was dark.

He knelt down behind the middle-aged man and called softly: "Sir, the plan has changed."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man raised his nose and stared at him with dark eyes, a murderous intention slowly spreading from his body.

The senior brother relayed what Zhang Shuai told him.

The middle-aged man then put away his murderous intent, walked to the chair and under the table, and asked, "How are you going to sit?"

The senior brother said: "Sir, I planned to destroy Zhang Shuai's food in the last few days of this month, and hinted that it was Elder Wu and his disciples who did it, so that Zhang Shuai would be confused and easily controlled by us. He joined the Holy Cult, but now I know that Zhang Shuai is just a loser, and the real genius is that six-year-old child."

"My subordinates are going to repeat the same trick and destroy the child's food. I believe the child will think it was Zhang Shuai who did it. I will approach him quietly by then. It will only take another month to make her confused... "

Snapped!

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man interrupted him with a slap and angrily shouted: "Stupid!"

"Can that kid have the same position as Zhang Shuai? Zhang Shuai has no one to rely on. He is dissatisfied with Elder Wu and others, but the kid named Fang Mian is on Elder Wu's side. You destroyed his Won’t others think that Zhang Shuai did the food? Then, with everyone supporting him, he will still be confused?”

"You are indeed a brainless and reckless man who doesn't know how to adapt. You are such a waste. What use do you have!"

The senior brother kowtowed loudly, and then said: "This subordinate is stupid, please give me instructions."

The middle-aged man sneered twice and said: "You go and destroy that boy's food, but next, you have to do this..."

After some secret words, the senior brother suddenly came to his senses, nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, I understand."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and keep your hands and feet clean."

The senior brother got up and was about to leave, but before opening the door, he seemed to think of something again, turned back and said to the middle-aged man.

"My lord, there is something that I don't understand."

The middle-aged man glanced at him sideways and said, "Speak."

"It's like this. That Zhang Shuai's strength is low. If he takes action, I'm afraid there will be an accident. If it's adults or me who take action, then..."

"asshole!"

Here he was slapped away by the middle-aged man. This slap was harder than the one just now, causing the senior brother to spin three or four times in the air before falling down. His mouth was directly smashed, and his skin was torn and bloody.

The senior brother knelt down and kowtowed. The middle-aged man, still not relieved, stepped forward and stepped on his head, pushing him into the ground.

"Have you forgotten what the Holy Master said when we came here? The most important thing is to be patient! You want to do it yourself even if you do the smallest thing. If others catch clues and expose the existence of our holy religion, then you and I will Death is not a pity, you understand!"

"Yes, yes, sir, I understand."

"roll!"

.......

The sun has not yet set, and Fang Mian, who has only condensed three sunflower seeds today, is like a laborer staring at the clock, eager to get off work on time.

He was in a good mood as he hummed and trotted all the way.

At this time, several shrill crows came from my head.

quack quack.

It was quite mood-destroying. Fang Mian looked up and saw the crow with black feathers and red eyes muttered something.

"You'll be roasted sooner or later."