Immortals farm the fields and fight for a well-off life

He held the meeting materials of the agricultural academic seminar in his hand, anyway, it was impossible to go back tonight.With God of Cookery's current anger, he would be thankful if he didn't kill Qian Buduo alive.

The clothes of God of Cookery on his body smelled of green grass, Qian Buduo wrapped himself up tightly, and continued to walk towards the square at the entrance of the village.

The hut on the square has now become the only refuge for his agricultural and forestry instructor, Chan Buduo.At the beginning, he himself still disliked the adobe house, but now, he doesn't even have an adobe house, only a simple wooden house.

Make do with it.

It's better than actually sleeping on the streets.

The door was opened, and in the air inside, there was dust floating in the air that he could feel.He opened the window, and a bright moon was hanging high in the sky. The lonely moon was the most worth admiring, but also the most tormenting.Just like his current situation.

He had a question in his mind that he couldn't figure out.

Summoning the idea of ​​the ancient god of agriculture, this time he asked for advice very seriously, without the naughty nonsense of the past.

"Senior, is there something wrong with my body?" He pointed to himself and asked.

"Huh?" God Gunung was a little confused by his question.

He told about himself and God of Cookery.

"You beast! Ah bah! No, he is a god in the heavens. How could you... How could you..."

"I know, but I didn't know what happened to my body at the time, and I only recalled it afterwards. Even if I am a person who is allergic to alcohol, I can be sure that my former self would never do such a thing. So, please senior Help me find out, what's wrong with me?" Chan Buduo showed a faint sadness uncommonly.

God Gunung stepped forward to catch his pulse, and after some investigation, he frowned, surprised and shocked.

"Impossible! How could this be..."

Seeing his appearance, Qian Buduo hurriedly asked what was going on.

"Fu Yinshui failed? Absolutely impossible, there must be something wrong in it... How could it be like this? It was clearly... clearly checked at the beginning... Could it be... that old dog...Damn it, This guy! It must be because he didn’t agree to travel with him... He must have changed it in private... Absolutely!"

Looking at the person talking to himself, Qian Buduo still gave up asking.Let's wait for the senior to calm down first!

After a while, Gunung seemed to calm down.

Apologetically, she looked at him.

"Boy, I'm sorry, I will give you an explanation for this matter!"

"What explain? Senior, I want to ask you how my body is doing? What are you talking about?"

Gu Nong shook his head and withdrew from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Chan Buduo also came to his senses.

Sure enough, is there something wrong with the body?

The collapse of the Faith Stone in the Heaven Realm will affect even the immortals. If he, a mortal, enters this barrier isolated from the world, if there is no change in his body, he may not even believe it.

The cold wind made him calmer than usual.

Forget it, he told himself.Since the senior agreed to help him investigate this matter, there will definitely be a result.

For now, let's take care of things here first.

After all, faith stones and merit donations are related to the return of the gods and the reconstruction of the heavens.

Chan Buduo looked at the minutes of last night's agricultural symposium.

I have to say that Taibai Jinxing memorized it very carefully.

Every problem and the solution that can be solved are clearly recorded. It seems that he is indeed a careful person. Why was he always confused when managing the accounts before.

The new land god, Xiao Bo'er, was indeed not an idler. Except for some issues that required his help in pricing and compensation, the rest of the issues had been resolved.

Judging from the minutes of this meeting, Xiao Bo'er can indeed be a great leader.

But he also saw from this meeting minutes that the gods had some potential problems.The same problem as ordinary people: forming a small group.

Especially the largest group among the gods, the eight-person group "Eight Immortals".

Qian Buduo has more or less heard the story of the Eight Immortals before.What Tieguai, Li Lu, Dongbin, Lancai and these are just because they are not as famous as the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother Sun Wukong, so the attention is not high.

But it's different now, because all their fates are now tied together.

The gods in the enchantment of the ancient god of agriculture are like a group of students who have just entered elementary school, and he, Qian Buduo, is the helm of this class.Responsible for their life and survival, as well as day-to-day operations.

He flipped through the opening records of the Eight Immortals and compared them with the meeting minutes in his hand, and instantly discovered the problem.

Lan Caihe, the eldest sister among the Eight Immortals, is the master who can fight the most.

Most of the fields planted by the Eight Immortals end up barren or grainless.Because I don't know the way of farming and forestry planting, I don't bother to learn it, and I rely on the crops to bear it firmly.

Just ask, how many crops can survive to the end in such a lazy and cancerous planting method.

The crops of this season are basically about to be harvested, and coupled with the damage to the previous fields, the plan that Chan Buduo made before can already be gradually implemented.

For land redistribution, according to his previous plan, it would be fine to refine it a little bit.

But everyone is so lazy, he has to change.

He thought of the return of the heavenly world mentioned in the chat with the ancient god of agriculture before. Two god cards were damaged, and he decided to use this to mobilize the enthusiasm of the gods.

Then take the Eight Immortals first!

He thought so.

Sleeping all night in the cabin in a daze, when I woke up in the morning, my arms were a little sore.Qian Buduo didn't care about eating, so he ran to find the Eight Immortals.

Others have one person and one household, but the Eight Immortals are different. They live in groups. In a big house, eight people eat and live together.

Qian Buduo knocked on the door of the house, and after waiting for a while, Tieguai Li came out slowly.With a pair of panda eyes, he squinted at Qian Buduo, and asked, "Hey, isn't this the agriculture and forestry director? What's the matter? What do you want us Eight Immortals to do early in the morning?"

"Yes, there is something!" Chan Buduo smiled.

"Then just wait a moment!" After finishing speaking, he closed the door, and the tip of Chan Buduo's nose was almost hit.

Depend on!After all, he is the director of agriculture and forestry, what kind of attitude does Tieguai Li have!

No, the issue of the Eight Immortals must be dealt with properly, otherwise it may affect future agricultural production.

Qian Buduo did not leave because of Tieguai Li's impolite behavior.He is the most shameless kind of person. When encountering such a thing, he has always been more frustrated and courageous.

Picking up a stick from the road, Qian Buduo folded the stick and made a simple stool for himself. He sat at the door of the Eight Immortals' house on the curb, facing them.

In a short while, he saw the clairvoyant Shunfenger brothers coming all the way to run in the morning. After greeting each other, Qian Buduo asked them for help to bring the loudspeaker from the square at the entrance of the village.

The speed of the two brothers who often participate in morning jogs is naturally unquestionable.A few minutes later, Qianliyan came back and gave the trumpet to Qian Buduo. He thanked the two brothers and continued to sit at the door, looking at the gate of the Eight Immortals' house.

Looking at the sun above his head, Qian Buduo counted the time, it has been quite a while since the Tieguai Li went in.If the Eight Immortals don't come out, they will miss the time for breakfast.

People are like iron, food is like steel, if you don't eat a meal, you will feel hungry.

With the attitude that his employees should be responsible, Qian Buduo cleared his throat, then picked up the loudspeaker just now, tried the sound, and started to shout.

"The sun is shining, the flowers are smiling at me, the little bird said, early morning, why don't you get up? Doesn't the breakfast smell delicious? Doesn't the scenery in the field smell delicious? What are you going to sleep for? Wake up! Why did you sleep so long before you were alive? After death, you will sleep forever. Little Eight Immortals, wake up, my brother will take you to start a new day!"

No one paid any attention to him, and the door of the Eight Immortals was still locked.

Chan Buduo was a little sleepy waiting, but he told himself that he couldn't rest yet.

The matter of the Eight Immortals has not been resolved, and absolutely cannot admit defeat.

Holding the radio, Qian Buduo walked around the Eight Immortals' house this time, shouting as he left.

Changing patterns of howling ghosts and wolves, the voice of a beautiful girl, a rough man, a shy goddess, a rent-collecting aunt, a serious head teacher, an old man buying breakfast, and a passer-by haggling in the vegetable market...

Inside the house were the Eight Immortals who were disturbed by him and could no longer sleep.Finally, someone couldn't take it anymore, and rushed out with disheveled hair, still holding a broom.

Seeing this, Qian Buduo quickly distanced himself.

"Let's talk nicely, Lan Cai and sister. Harmony makes money! Harmony makes money!"

Lan Caihe looked like he couldn't listen to anything, and swung the broom at Chan Buduo's body.Qian Buduo jumped up and down, just like a monkey grandson of Monkey King.

Finally, Tieguai Li from the house came out to stop the two of them.

"Xiaolan, it's fine. Stop first, how can I say that he is also an agricultural and forestry director. Give him some face!"

"Hmph! I'll let you off this time! Next time I disturb my mother's beauty sleep, I'll have to peel off your skin!" Lan Caihe threw down the broom in his hand and entered the room angrily.

"Lan Cai and sister, I..."

"Shut up! I'm still going to apply a mask, what's the matter, I'll talk about it after I finish applying the mask!" Lan Caihe left these words and went back.The door was slammed loudly by her.

After finally waiting for the Eight Immortals to clean up, breakfast is almost over.Today's breakfast was made by Zhu Bajie, Taishang Laojun and Baihua Fairy. The God of Cookery is still declaring that he is ill.

Except for Taishang Laojun, it seems that no one else knows.Qian Buduo was relieved a lot.

After eating and punching out the cards, Qian Buduo gave the others a day off, leaving only the Eight Immortals and Wen Ran in the square at the entrance of the village.

"Student, you can do whatever the senior asks you later, you know?" Qian Buduo looked at the person beside him.

Wen Ran nodded.

"Why don't you let us go?" It was Lu Dongbin who asked.

Qian Buduo showed his business smile: "Why don't you let you go, don't you know very well?" He showed a meaningful smile.Then he continued: "Now, I would like to trouble you, the Eight Immortals, to go to the fields with me to open up wasteland, and first rebuild the damaged ground beams."

Lan Caihe suddenly sneered: "So you are directing us to do the work? All right, just do it, I'm afraid you won't succeed!" Then he picked up a gun and went to the place designated by Qian Buduo.

Before coming to the damaged field, Qian Buduo made a demonstration first, and let the Eight Immortals repeat it.

Then he left, saying he would check in later.

Unexpectedly, when he came back, the Eight Immortals had turned over the entire field, together with other good fields.Even some leeks and grasses were not clearly distinguished, and they were cut across the board, completely ruined.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Qian Buduo almost vomited blood with anger.How could he have forgotten that the brain circuits and ways of thinking of this group of people have never been on the same channel as him.

The loss was quickly calculated in his mind, but it was a pity that these nearly ten acres of leeks were treated as weeds by these bastard gods.

Qian Buduo immediately asked Wen Ran to teach the Eight Immortals a lesson as a punishment.

The warm lightning, thunder and light rainstorm are enough for the Eight Immortals to suffer.

Looking at the crowd on the ground, Qian Buduo said faintly: "Will you still make mistakes at will in the future?"

The eight people glanced at each other and shook their heads, expressing that they would not dare to commit the crime again.

Qian Buduo smiled, this move really worked.

The author has something to say: In the eyes of Lao Qian, the junior is a living electric shock baton, whoever is upset can shock anyone

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