Although I don't plan to build a fence, I can't say that I will lock up the pheasant as soon as I go out. After all, the taste of chickens raised in captivity is different from that of free-range chickens.

In order to prevent the pheasants from pecking at the vegetables, Jing Mo, who had taken a nap, had to dig out the tobacco vines he brought from another world and plant them on the edge of the vegetable field.

This kind of tobacco vine is a kind of ivy that emits poisonous powder and has poisonous thorns. It can grow up to 30 meters high. A single branch is as thick as an adult male's thigh. When it first mutated, humans did not Eat less of its losses.

Jing Mo has also dealt with it for a long time, and after understanding its habits, he tamed it and carried it on his body as a weapon.

I poured a wave of supernatural powers into the huddled tobacco vines, and the tobacco vines that received the energy immediately stretched out two branches, trembling and growing to half a meter high. Seeing that it was going to grow longer, Jing Mo hurriedly stopped it : "Got it."

Due to mutations, the intelligence quotients of animals and plants in the last days are beyond human imagination. When encountering powerful ones, they may be as tall as eight or nine-year-old children.

The good thing about Yanteng is that it is tall, but it is useless. It only has the IQ of a two-year-old human child. Jingmo has lived with it for thousands of days and nights, and has already figured out its habits.

He ordered: "Look at home here, don't let those two chickens peck my vegetables, you can't eat them either, that's my ration, just stop them, don't let me kill them."

Jing Mo pointed to the two pheasants.

Yanteng's little green head shook, and after a while, a small yellow flower spit out from the top of his head.

Jing Mo knew that it meant it agreed, and touched its green torso with his finger, then got up and went to the kitchen to fill the water bag with water, and went out with a new hatchet.

With the experience of last time, Jing Mo's speed of chopping firewood is much faster this time.

He went to the mountain and found a piece of land. There were many miscellaneous trees in that piece of land, but the most were pine trees.

Jingmo doesn't pick anything, and chops whatever he encounters.

It took an hour to chop seven or eight slender pieces of firewood with a thick bowl mouth.

It took another half an hour to trim the branches and carry them down the mountain separately.

By the time of the second trip, it was already the end of Shenshi, and the porridge he drank at noon had already turned into sweat. His stomach was empty and he lacked some strength. Jing Mo simply sat on the firewood, looked down the mountain, and took out the For a jujube cake, I ate five or six yuan in a row with the cold water in the water bag before giving up.

After eating, he dragged the remaining four firewood down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Jing Mo saw Nan Xing who was still beating grass heads in the field, threw the firewood to the ground, and walked towards him.

"Brother Star."

Nan Xing raised his head, and because the straw hat was a little crooked, he also helped the straw hat: "What's wrong?"

Jing Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." It was true, and I didn't mean to fool Jingmo.

"Oh, I brought jujube cake, would you like two pieces?"

"..." What he just answered was not hungry?Nan Xing put on a wooden face.

Jing Mo knew that he was wrong again, so he forced his respect: "Then I'll ask Uncle Hai."

"..." It's really strange for a man.

Jing Mo stepped on the overturned soil, the top layer of soil had been dried, and when he stepped on it, it collapsed.

"Uncle Hai."

Nan Haixun came over with prestige: "Is there something wrong?"

"Let's take a break, I brought jujube cake, eat something to fill your stomach."

"Okay, I'm getting a little hungry." Nan Hai was not polite.

Jing Mo, who finally found a sense of accomplishment, went to help Nan Hai untie the plow.

"Untie what?"

"Let the cows drink water and eat grass, you can't do it all the time," Nan Hai explained.

Jing Mo looked at the cow that snorted twice, and suddenly asked, "Where can I buy beef?"

The scalper understood, and sprayed Beijing ink.

Nan Hai laughed: "Greedy?"

"It's a little bit." Jing Mo, who was dumped by the scalper, also smiled.

Nan Hai explained: "It's hard to buy. Even if it's a sick cow or an old cow, you have to report it first if you want to slaughter it. Usually it is divided by the mayor or a wealthy family. It's your turn."

"Is there any old cow in our village?" It's okay to be old, let him satisfy his greed.

"If there are any, I won't slaughter them now, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be the soonest." Nan Hai untied the plow, put it aside, and led the cattle to the road.

Nan Hai put the rope around the neck of the cow, allowing it to move freely.

Then he stood in the ditch next to him, washed his hands, and shouted, "Xing Xing, come and have a rest."

Jing Mo took out the jujube cake and handed it to him.

Nan Hai dried his hands on his clothes, took them over and untied them: "Boss Xu sent them?"

Jing Mo hummed.

Nan Hai picked up a piece of fragrant jujube cake and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked vaguely, "He came here today to give you cakes?"

"Yes."

Nan Hai handed the pastry back to him: "You don't want to eat?"

Jing Mo shook his head: "I have eaten."

At this time, Nan Xing also came over.

Nan Hai asked him to wash his hands and eat cakes, but Nan Xing refused, "I'm not hungry."

"Try it." Nan Hai said.

Jing Mo hurriedly echoed: "Yes, try it."

Nan Xing had no choice but to wash his hands.

Nan Hai sat down in the shade with the pastry in his hands, undid the water bag and opened the plug to pour water into his mouth.

Jing Mo sat down beside him, across the road, looked down at Nan Xing who was squatting by the ditch to wash his hands.

"In another morning, the land will be completely reclaimed." Nan Hai talked about his progress.

Jing Mo was forced to look away: "Okay."

"If you are free these days, come to the field to help."

Jing Mo's whole body was written with resistance: "I want to chop firewood."

"There is no shortage of firewood, why don't we finish the field work first?" Nan Hai wondered.

"No, I'm almost out of firewood."

"I'll give you a hug." Nan Hai sincerely helped him solve the problem.

"No, it's not easy to chop wood."

Nan Xing happened to come over, and when he heard the conversation between the two, he asked tentatively, "I think you just don't want to come?"

Jingmo, who was touched, just smiled.

Nan Hai handed the jujube paste cake to Nan Xing, and asked Jing Mo with a smile, "Don't you like farming?"

Jing Mo shook his head and nodded again.

"If you don't like farming, why rent it out? Why would you spend too much money if you hire so many people to work?"

Jing Mo said: "There is another purpose, you will know when the time comes"

"I don't want to talk about it yet." Nan Hai didn't ask any more.

As far as their current relationship is concerned, it can only be said that they are slightly familiar with each other, but not close enough. No matter whether Jingmo doesn't want to or has other purposes, they will know what they should know, and don't ask what they shouldn't.

Jing Mo looked into the distance, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. At the end of the day, the sun hung on the side of the mountain, leaving a half golden outline, reflecting the splendor of the rosy sky.

The villagers are still bent over to work in the field, just like a scene of good weather.

The uncle and nephew who had enough rest had to go back and continue their work. Nan Xing returned the remaining jujube cake to Jingmo.

Jing Mo confiscated it: "Bring it back to Uncle Wu to eat, I'll go back first."

Speaking of which, he rejected Jing Mo not once or twice, but every time he was forced by this man in various ways, and Nan Xing got used to it.

Hearing what Jing Mo said, he put it in his arms without thinking about it.

"..." Nan Xing froze after reacting.

Jing Mo didn't notice anything unusual about him, and seeing that he was willing to accept, he left directly.

The firewood he carried down the mountain scored twice and dragged home.

It took almost half an hour before and after, before he piled up the eight pieces of firewood he cut down in his yard.

After he was done with his work, he noticed that seven or eight chicken feathers had fallen beside the vegetable field.

"..." You can tell who dropped it at a glance, and you can tell who drew it at a glance.

Jing Mo found a broom, cleaned the yard, and checked the condition of the pheasant, and he was relieved to confirm that it was not damaged.

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感谢在2021-12-0412:45:56~2021-12-0514:15:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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