System: Interstellar Planting Daily

Ye Qingluo is the kind of person who can't take things off his hands. If he doesn't finish something quickly, he will feel uncomfortable and always have to think about it.

He was very aware of his problem, so he spent almost no time idle on the 28th and 29th of the New Year, just to spend the New Year peacefully.

Fortunately, Anwar was with him to help him make plans and provide strategies, which really saved him a lot of time.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, I finally contacted Tian Yingwu and asked him to drive a minivan on the day I set off to Mr. Zhou's house.

Grains, fruit and vegetable gift boxes can all be placed in space buttons, and these plants cannot be temporarily placed in space buttons, not to mention that I have a cheating weapon - system space.

The key is that it is easy to put space in, but difficult to take it out.

There are hundreds of pots of flowers, big and small, which look pretty if you touch them during the Chinese New Year.

After all, when he takes things out of space buttons or system warehouses, he always makes "bang bang bang" noises. People who see him for the first time will always be frightened by the sound. . .

At first, Ye Qingluo really didn't know the feel of taking things from the space button and the system warehouse, but later he liked to see others being shocked.

Now, it's just to show your inhumanity.

Okay, okay, to put it bluntly, Ye Qingluo is just afraid of trouble.

He can indeed take things silently now, but!

It was quite troublesome to take things out and place them randomly on the floor, and it took a lot of effort to put them back together.

Ye Qingluo stretched himself, looked up to the sky and sighed: "Finally the work is over! When the time comes, Tian Yingwu will bring two soldiers to help load the car. When the time comes, the car will open and turn into a small flower stand for everyone to enjoy and choose flowers. .”

Anhua flicked his short tail and said expectantly: "I like the easter egg part the most!"

The so-called easter egg link is that everyone present can draw a mahjong-sized bamboo tile from the lottery box, with numbers written on the back and meaningful words engraved on the front.

There are eight types of plaques with the characters "auspicious", "auspicious", "safe", "harmony", "shun", "kang", "fu" and "longevity".

Ye Qingluo was afraid that the small gifts would not be enough, so he took out two more seedling trays and planted seeds randomly.

"To be honest, this Easter egg session must be very interesting. Think about it, if you are not lucky, you will get weeds, but if you are lucky, you can even get mimosa. This plant is very precious now!"

After all, Ye Qingluo was randomly planted in these two days.

Anwar snorted: "It won't be precious soon."

"That's not possible!" Ye Qingluo said with a smile: "No matter what, the person who draws the mimosa must be able to spend the New Year happily."

Anyway, before school starts, he will definitely send a batch of mimosa seedlings and seeds to the cultivation center.

"Let's go back to the house and figure out what to eat for New Year's Eve dinner."

Anhua followed Ye Qingluo and said feebly: "We started studying it yesterday... How about we do what I said and draw lots!"

Ye Qingluo turned his head and was about to say something, when Anhua suddenly said, "It seems like someone is coming!"

"??"

Ye Qingluo looked outside the courtyard door: "Now, who could it be?"

Anhua strolled towards the door and said as he walked, "He is Mr. Mu's driver."

"what?"

Ye Qingluo also hurriedly followed. He thought it was Mr. Mu who was coming, but when he saw it, he realized that it was really just the uncle driver who came to deliver something.

Ye Qingluo was an acquaintance with Mu Lao's driver, Lao Qiu. Before Tian Yingwu, when he had to go to the cultivation center or Mr. Zhou's place, Lao Qiu would take him there most of the time.

"Uncle Qiu, won't Grandpa Mu give you a holiday during the Chinese New Year?"

Lao Qiu was accustomed to Ye Qingluo's funny hobbies. After all, when they first met, they saw Ye Qingluo asking for leave from Mu Lao in order to skip class and take the giant panda and little Pupu.

This guy who was celebrating the Chinese New Year teased him about working overtime as soon as we met. Lao Qiu just thought it was funny: "Don't make trouble, it was Mr. Mu who asked me to send a couplets to your house."

Ye Qingluo took the small box handed over by Lao Qiu. There were red paper Spring Festival couplets inside. The couplets were rolled up and they didn't know what they were written on.

"Alas, I really have no choice. As a courtesy, I can only return a Spring Festival couplet to Grandpa Mu." Ye Qingluo had an expression of "big loss" on his face, which made Lao Qiu happy.

Ye Qingluo "bang bang" twice, first put out a box of vegetables and a box of fruits: "Uncle Qiu, this is home grown, happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year! Happy New Year!" Lao Qiu had already put away the two boxes of fruits and vegetables before he could even finish his words.

Home grown!

When Xiao Qingluo said "home-grown", he meant that he grew it himself. The quality is definitely king of kings!

Ye Qingluo was speechless when he saw Lao Qiu like this. Is it necessary? It’s only right that he follows Grandpa Mu and eats fruits and vegetables produced in the systematic planting area!

As everyone knows, if you often eat fruits and vegetables produced by the system, you will more easily find that the taste of other fruits and vegetables is not high enough...

Lao Qiu pretended not to see Ye Qingluo's eye roll and asked with a smile: "Where are the Spring Festival couplets? Didn't you say you would give Mu Lao a pair of Spring Festival couplets? Hurry, uncle is in a hurry to get home from get off work."

"..."

Okay, those who celebrate the Chinese New Year can understand.

Ye Qingluo took out a pair of Spring Festival couplets from the system warehouse. The paper was fairly ordinary, but the words...

"Incredible! Incredible!" Lao Qiu has been with Mu Lao for many years and has seen all kinds of calligraphy. When he saw the words on the couplets that Ye Qingluo took out, he didn't read the words but only the shapes. It makes people feel comfortable.

"Take out...the Spring Festival couplets Mu Lao gave you, and give me the box!"

Lao Qiu gently and carefully rolled up the Spring Festival couplets given by Ye Qingluo, and carefully put them into the box. He turned around and left with the box: "Go back, I'm going back now, see you in a few days!"

As soon as Ye Qingluo recovered from Lao Qiu's series of actions, he saw that the man had already driven into the air with a whoosh.

Anhua clicked his tongue twice: "You are so anxious, you are so anxious that you are driving too fast."

Ye Qingluo looked at the scroll of Spring Festival couplets in his hand, shrugged and said: "I was planning to post the Spring Festival couplets sent by Qiao Daxian, but I didn't expect that Grandpa Mu also sent Spring couplets. It would be good to switch them around. The calligraphy written by Qiao Daxian is still so good. It has the effect of nourishing the mind, so it is also suitable to give it to Grandpa Mu.

Come on, let’s go home too! Invite dad to post Spring Festival couplets together! "

Anhua walked into the courtyard and said, "I don't think Mr. Mu will post those Spring Festival couplets. Instead, he will frame them and read them every day."

Ye Qingluo touched his chin to imagine, nodded and said: "It's really possible!"

The two brothers looked at each other and shook their heads: As for it? Not really! If you really like it, you can ask Qiao Daxian to write a special painting for him!

The two stepped onto the steps and were about to enter the house when Anwar stopped again.

"how?"

"Another car is coming."

Ye Qingluo scratched his head: "Isn't it? Is it so lively on New Year's Eve? Aren't they all visiting after the new year?"

"Hehe! Maybe he's returning home years ago!" An Hua letian ran towards the entrance of the courtyard.

"Going home? Brother is back? It shouldn't be!"

Ye Qingluo muttered and ran towards the door. . .