After I became cannon fodder, I became famous all over the world by farming

After Xiaohang left, the uncle randomly pulled out an agricultural magazine and looked at the description of Fang Xia Farm in it. Tomatoes can whiten skin, cucumbers can lose weight and other effects. Although he wanted to question it, but it should have some effect if it has been published in Agricultural Weekly, right?

He casually put the weekly on the chair, and after a while, wave after wave of people came to buy this issue of the Agricultural Weekly.

After half an hour, he was able to rest. Just as he was sitting on the stool, he heard a young man ask, "Boss, is this issue of Huaguo Agricultural Weekly gone?"

"It's sold out."

Just when the young man was about to leave, he saw the words Huaguo Agriculture on the table where he was eating, and he couldn't help asking, "What is that?"

"This one has been unpacked."

"It's okay, that's all. Thank God if I can buy it. I don't want to go home and kneel on the washboard." The young man said with a smile.

"Then I'll charge you 4 yuan."

"Thank you, uncle." After finishing speaking, he paid the money and took the book and left. He ran to two newsstands but couldn't buy it. Fortunately, he bought it at the uncle's newsstand. Must buy this magazine.

After he got home, Xiaomei looked at the unpacked magazine and didn't say anything. After all, it's good to buy it.

She snapped up the magazine on the official website before, because there was a delay in the network, and by the time her signal was good, the magazine would have been sold out.

All 1 copies were sold out in just one minute. Xiaomei didn't expect these guys to scold them so fiercely on the Internet, but in the end they did so quickly, so she had to ask her husband to buy them.

On the other side of the uncle's newsstand, several young people came to buy weekly magazines, and they were a little disappointed when they saw that they were sold out.

This caused him to have a strong curiosity about Fang Xia's farm, but he was a person with poor material desires and quickly forgot about it.

In the evening, because his daughter was coming back, he went to the vegetable market and bought a chicken, beef and a bunch of vegetables.

While he was washing the vegetables, his daughter Xiaofang came back. He hurriedly wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen. Looking at his daughter carrying a large bag of vegetables, he couldn't help but said, "Xiaofang, I don't want you to buy vegetables. Is it?"

"Dad, use this dish to cook tonight." After speaking, Xiaofang handed the dish to her father.

Father Chen looked at the vegetables in the bag and muttered, why is it this Cube Farm again? The vegetables in the bag are not very rich, but according to his years of experience in buying vegetables, he can feel that the quality of these vegetables is very good. He took out a few Wash the bamboo shoots and prepare to make bamboo shoot chicken.

He cut the bamboo shoots, soaked the mushrooms, and saw that the chicken in the pot was cooked, so he put the bamboo shoots, mushrooms and ginger slices in it, and finally sprinkled some salt when it came out of the pot.

Father Chen put the soup pot on the dining table, and the other dishes were already set.

He served a bowl of chicken soup for his daughter, and another bowl for himself. He drank the delicious chicken soup and said, "Your father has shown his cooking skills for a long time today. This soup is super delicious. Xiaofang, please try it quickly." .”

Chen Fang held back and didn't refute him saying that the bamboo shoots were delicious. She lowered her head and took a sip of the soup and ate the bamboo shoots. As for the chicken and mushrooms in it, she didn't touch a bite.

Father Chen originally wanted to ask his daughter to eat more, but after eating the bamboo shoots, he disliked the chicken in it a little. Seeing that the bamboo shoots in the pot were almost eaten by his daughter, he couldn't help but said: "Daughter, how much do you eat?" Eat some meat, look at how thin you are."

"No need, Dad, I'll lose weight." Chen Fang said, and then put the cabbage in her mouth.

Chen's father also silently began to sweep, and in the end there were some uneaten beef and chicken left on the table.

After clearing the table, Father Chen sat on the sofa and prepared to measure his blood pressure. He listened to the female robotic voice reporting that everything was normal. He doubted his ears a bit. Although his blood pressure was not particularly high, it was always in an abnormal state. Therefore, he felt that he was getting ready to take a measurement once his old eyes were dazed.

"This bamboo shoot really has the effect of lowering blood pressure."

Father Chen didn't believe it, and retorted: "How is it possible? Just eat a meal."

Hearing the words from the mechanical female voice, he had to admit that his daughter might be right. He felt that the bamboo shoots were like a panacea, so he couldn't help asking his daughter to buy a few more catties.

Just when their father and daughter were enjoying themselves, Wang He's concubine, Chen Ke, the studio's Xuan Fa Chen Ke, was a little bit aggrieved, especially seeing Fang Xia getting better and better, she was even more annoyed, so she directly used Wang He's studio Xinbo account, because she is usually in charge of publicity and distribution work, so she wrote a small composition of more than 1 words eloquently, which made many netizens feel dizzy.

An enthusiastic netizen summed it up: Fang Xia, has your contract expired?What kind of farm do you not obey the broker's arrangement?

One of the comments was topped the number one—isn’t it more promising to start a farm than to follow you?My Xiaoxia was featured in the Huaguo Agricultural Weekly and was praised by the news network. Can you give him so many honors?

Because the news of Wang He's arrest hasn't come out yet, netizens thought that Fang Xia and his manager were about to tear it apart, and they all prepared to eat melons.

Looking at the news on the Internet, Fang Xia sighed. He was not allowed to live in peace every day. The right master has already entered the detention center, and there are still people using his name to make trouble.

The author has something to say: Merry Christmas, little angels!