The male ticket is the lighthouse jellyfish [Live]

The bicycle was walking slowly, accompanied by the sound of excessive force, all the way back to school, He Shui returned his mobile phone to him, "It seemed to be vibrating all the way just now, I thought it was what it was and I didn't care."

Du Feng opened it and saw that there were more than a dozen missed calls, all of which were from the head teacher.

"..."

I was a little moved just now, but now I'm in a fucking mood.

He Shui tricked him again.

"Hurry up and take a look, maybe there is something urgent." He Shui pushed the bicycle into the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

The phone was still vibrating, and Du Feng was a little afraid to answer it.

"Go ahead, I'll scold you at worst."

When the elevator reached the destination, it opened with a ding, and He Shui pushed the bicycle out, not forgetting to comfort him.

Du Feng brewed his emotions for a while, and connected the phone, "Hello, teacher?"

There seemed to be a sigh of relief over there, "It's fine as long as it's fine."

???

What happened?

"It's like this. One of the people who was with you yesterday was my son. He told me that it was you who saved everyone. We are going to join hands to pick you up from the Demon Management Office."

The demon management office was terrified. A rich man called, and another official called, and even the aristocratic family called. The school also joined in the fun, and called many times. Fortunately, Du Feng was released early. up, or pills.

After all, it was the old man who moved the fastest, because the old man cared about him.

Even if the other demons wanted to repay their favor, they would settle their children first. After all, everyone was frightened, and some of them were almost stepped on by Du Feng.

And the monster that he crushed was the key, otherwise killing the monster and being under the watchful eyes of everyone, even the mayor's call would be useless.

Du Feng rubbed the back of his head, his expression a little embarrassed, "I didn't do anything, it's the jade charm that Teacher He gave me."

Give Mr. He some merit.

"Teacher He?" The head teacher hesitated a little.

He was also one of those who were cheated by the Emperor's Words. If it was Mr. He... then just pretend not to know.

But thinking about it, it didn't seem very interesting. The head teacher added, "Thank you, Mr. He, for helping me. I'll treat you to dinner when I'm free."

"Yeah." Du Feng nodded quickly.

The meal invited by the head teacher must be very delicious, you can take the opportunity to make friends with the head teacher, and it will be convenient to hand in homework and exams in the future.

"Since you're fine, go to class quickly, the homework is still waiting for you."

Du Feng: "..."

The head teacher is so pitiful, he helped him so much and didn't tell him to rest at home for two days to recuperate his body or something.

He Shui answered the phone, "Student Du Feng was frightened and may have to take two days off."

I don't know what was said there, He Shui nodded repeatedly, "Well, I will ask for leave for him. You are welcome, we are all colleagues, yes."

After hanging up the phone, He Shui returned it to him, "I took half a day off for you, so don't thank me too much."

"It's only been half a day?" How could it take a day?

The wound on the face has not healed yet, and the wound on the body, because it has become bigger, the wound looks very small, a hole is like a needle prick, one by one is red, and the bleeding has stopped, but it still comes and goes Throat.

"Will it leave a scar?" Du Feng was a little worried because the stabbing was deeper.

"No way." He Shui pushed him, one person and one monster entered the house, and hurried back to the small world.

It was still the same small wooden house, with beds, tables and chairs, many grids on the walls, filled with things, and roses of various colors crawling outside the house, blooming all year round, colorful, like a rainbow.

It looks so beautiful from a distance, like a house surrounded by flowers.

The old man doesn't know what's wrong, he likes to grow flowers and tea. The varieties of trees are far inferior to flowers and tea, and he likes the ones that are far away and the ones that are close.

The pomegranates and mangosteens that Du Feng likes to eat are planted far away. Every time he wants to eat, his grandfather will pick them.

Later, because of his greediness, many fruit trees were moved in, and they were all planted nearby, interspersed in front of the bamboos behind.

The bamboo was moved back by him, it was very elegant, but since Du Feng came, it was full of fruits.

Anyway, it doesn't take much effort to plant, and it's easy to grow. If you want to eat something, pour two ladles of Lingquan on it and it will bloom and bear fruit immediately. It can be called a paradise.

In fact, this is a paradise. Every time I come in, I feel very relaxed. There are flowers and plants everywhere, which is so beautiful.

Du Feng lay on the head of the bed and picked a strawberry from the window. Although it was just moved in, the strawberries climbing the wall almost stretched into the window.

The merit score above his head suddenly lit up, and Du Feng looked up.

One point will be deducted for environmental damage.

"..."

This is embarrassing, even if he picked a strawberry, he would eat several catties of fruit a day, no wonder the buckling was so severe.

Speaking of it, the old man had the foresight to water the flowers and cut the leaves every day, and the whole small world gained a lot of merit points by going around.

No wonder there is a halo of a super, super, super nice guy on his forehead, making him look like an angel. Every time I look at him, I feel pressure.

Grandpa He's merit points are golden, and his is black, because he is a super villain.

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The sun was lazy today, and it was dark outside. Grandpa He went out with an oil lamp, and after a while he brought out some freshly dug bamboo shoots, with a lot of mud on them.

"The bamboo shoots can be eaten." He shook the mud, revealing the entire appearance of the bamboo shoots, not white, but tender red. I don't know if the quality of the oil lamp is too poor, or it is this color.

The old man put down the oil lamp, sat at the door without any image, and carefully peeled the bamboo shoots.

The more you peel it, the smaller it gets, the more you peel it, the smaller it gets...no more?

what's the situation?

The old man came over with bamboo shoots the size of two fingers and asked Du Feng, "Why are there no such bamboo shoots?"

Du Feng: "..."

The old man doesn't eat by himself, and he won't do it when Du Feng is not around. He has never done it before. He just learned it recently. He is very talented and has a unique taste. Can't figure out the situation.

"It should be like this."

Du Feng also has no talent for cooking, so he just helps the fat man choose dishes occasionally. He has seen the finished products, but he has never cooked them himself.

When you eat, you just focus on eating, who will pay attention to what it looks like when you peel it?

"Oh." The old man sat back down again and continued to peel the bamboo shoots. After a while, a large number of peeled leaves had accumulated on the market.

The bamboo shoots are really bad, with layers on the outside, they look thicker than a thigh, and after peeling, they are only the size of two fingers. The old man thought that there were a lot, so he pulled out a few, and they were not enough to stir-fry a dish.

The old man put down his work and went out again with the oil lamp in his hand. He came back not long after. This time he pulled a few more, and it was enough to fry two dishes.

Du Feng was taking a medicine bath. The grandfather had prepared it long ago, and it was still steaming. There was a fire burning underneath. Now that it was out, he was afraid of getting hot and cold before going in.

The water was still a little hot, so Du Feng basically went down for a while and then stood up, and repeated several times before he dared to sit down completely.

The kitchen is under the eaves, and from Du Feng's perspective, he can just see the old man washing the bamboo shoots in the Lingquan, and the water after washing is splashed on the wall, and the Chinese rose grows more vigorously.

The merit points on He Shui's head have increased again, and the effort of a few pots of water has increased by several thousand.

He has already been raised in rounds, and Du Feng is still going up in rounds.

No wonder the rose flowers on the wall have just been removed and are growing so fast. It turns out that Grandpa He is taking care of them every day.

Grandpa He's small world has changed a lot since he came. Many things are specially made for him, such as fruit trees, nut trees, and spice trees, such as cinnamon and peppercorns. Grandpa He didn't have these in the small world before. , because it is not available.

Since he came here, he has planted a small piece by the catty, and he can pick it if he wants to eat it, and take it if he wants to use it, which is very convenient.

It feels like all the good things in the world have been brought here in Xiaotiandi.

So far, I haven't encountered one that I can't find. Even if I can't find He Shui, I will move it here soon. Youbao Trading Network is so convenient.

Grandpa He washed and sliced, and cut some meat.

"Meat wrapped in starch is delicious." Du Feng did not forget to point out Jiang Shan.

Although he can't cook, he can eat, and the fat man is a cook, and he wrote an article about eating, which was published in Jinjiang. He read a few chapters and was so hungry. Now that someone cooks, he feels so lucky. (︶).

"Understood." Grandpa He stir-fried the seasoning first, and the aroma came from the dish before it was ready.

Sure enough, the spices grown by myself are fragrant.

The processing methods are all done according to the Internet, the appearance is not as good as the Internet, but it is more practical and fragrant.

The grandfather worked on it for several days, and sent several clones because he was in a hurry.

There are many kinds of seasonings, dozens of them, and they are sold online, and the price is not expensive, but the grandfather just wants to make it himself, because he feels that the ones sold outside are not clean, and the ones made by himself are good, natural and pollution-free, and there is nothing else in the world Not much means more land, as much as you can plant.

He even wanted to weave the seasoning gauze by himself, but it was too difficult to give up. It was quite scary to think of the old man sitting under the eaves weaving gauze.

The women's work is also included.

The old man still felt very sorry that he couldn't learn that skill, so he went to learn the skill of handling fruits.

For example, persimmon cakes, lemon slices, nuts, etc., can be eaten with you.

He really couldn't be idle, he was cleaning the room when Du Feng was sleeping, he had already cooked the meal when Du Feng got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and had already watered the flowers and plants outside while Du Feng was eating.

If a monster can't finish it, he will release the clone.

The usual routine is like this. Du Feng got up and wanted to go to the bathroom, but found that the old man was mopping the floor, "Want to go to the bathroom?"

"Ah."

Du Feng passed by the kitchen and found the old man cooking, "Want to go to the bathroom?"

"Ah."

Du Feng went to the yard and found that the old man was cutting leaves, "Want to go to the toilet?"

"Ah."

Before Du Feng entered the toilet, he saw the old man feeding the cat, "Want to go to the toilet?"

"Ah."

I can ask dozens of times a day, and the expression looks exactly the same.

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