Zhuchen kept replaying that sentence in his mind, wondering if it was his imagination.

Master, he is... quite interesting.

Feng Changyin ran over, looked at her face for a moment, patted her shoulder in confusion, and asked: "Senior sister, why are you laughing?"

Zhuchen stretched out his hand to wipe his face, pulled down the corner of his mouth, and said, "It's nothing. Master brought some food over, please eat the fruit."

She took out two and threw them to Feng Changyin. The boy also liked the bright-colored fruits, and after tasting them, he was full of praise.

He praised it for a while and then noticed something was wrong.

"Why did Master only give it to you?" Feng Changyin licked his lips, feeling an inexplicable sadness, "Obviously I am the youngest disciple in the sect."

Shouldn't the youngest be the most favored?

Zhuchen sweated profusely: "Don't I share this with you? Master naturally knows that I love you."

Feng Changyin took a bite, then grinned and said, "That's right." If the master really doted on him, his diamond heart would not be able to bear it.

Zhuchen quietly tried the Tianerong on Feng Changyin, and found that the probability of the mental transmission occurring is not high. It probably needs to occur when the other party is unprepared or relatively relaxed. The triggering mechanism is currently a bit unclear.

The two of them ate happily, but Atu kept spinning around. He didn't dare to do anything, and his heart was bleeding as he watched the fruits disappear one after another.

Later it became a little angry. It could understand human speech, but why couldn't these people understand what it said? How could they be so stupid!

Feng Changyin listened to A'tu's increasingly shrill cry, thinking that it was greedy, so he picked two leaves on the ground and handed them over to feed, but they were blown away by the hot breath from A'tu's mouth.

A'tu stared straight at his hands, the desire in his eyes almost turning into reality.

Feng Changyin noticed it with his conscience and asked: "Why is Atu always looking at us? Does it want to eat?"

Ah Tu burst into tears on the spot and nodded vigorously.

"Really?" Zhuchen said leisurely, "But Master said it doesn't like to eat fruit."

Atu shook his head fiercely.

This performance was so obvious that Feng Changyin could no longer pretend not to understand, and couldn't bear to eat the fruit in his hand.

"Maybe Master made a mistake." Feng Changyin whispered, "Atu is so afraid of Master that he may not dare to eat in front of Master. Maybe he likes fruits."

Zhuchen’s heart is not right! Ah Tu was obviously too diligent but failed to show his kindness, and unfortunately suffered a backlash! This chicken is much more of a thief than it appears on the surface!

Zhuchen snorted secretly, and when he saw someone coming down the steps, he threw one to Atu.

Atu opened his mouth and took it in his mouth. In order to show his love, he enjoyed the food very much. He narrowed his eyes and his face was full of happiness.

Feng Changyin smiled and said, "Look, Ah Tu really likes her."

Zhuchen said perfunctorily: "Wow. That's it."

Feng Changyin divided Ah Tu among several others. The chicken wanted to perform a magic chicken dance for him on the spot. The feathers on its head were all standing up, but its tail was bald and it couldn't keep up.

After eating and drinking, I dragged a few plants to the edge of the farm early in the morning to look for land to use as farmland.

She compared the soil quality nearby, and finally chose an area that was relatively close and suitable for planting. It happened to be next to Feng Changyin's fish pond.

Feng Changyin had been digging a hole all day today. Practice makes perfect. He diligently loosened the soil with his sword.

Atu knew that this work was related to the rest of his life, so he also came to help, growling and digging holes in the ground with his claws, and was very busy.

After you finish digging through it, you need to pick out all the grass roots and stones inside to prevent weeds from overgrowing and competing for nutrients.

This job seemed simple, but in reality it was trivial and troublesome. By the time they finished their work, it was almost evening.

During this period, in order to be safe, Zhuchen went to Yuyuan to transport some fertile soil, spread it in a thick layer on their farmland, and then planted the few seedlings.

I don’t know what the name of this plant is, so Zhuchen and Feng Changyin discussed it and decided to simply call it Tongguo.

In order to verify how Tongguo can be reproduced, Zhuchen specially selected one plant for experiment. She tried cutting propagation and layering propagation, and while doing so, she dreamed of going back to her high school biology class.

After everything is planted, water it a little and apply some fertilizer.

Zhuchen wonders if I can water with purified water from a bucket. After all, the water is too clean and may filter out important nutrients needed by the plants.

But Zhuchen changed his mind and thought, no, this is the sycamore branch of Fengqi Wutong. It is a sacred tree in the world and should not produce water that is harmful to plants. So I watered half of the field with it and the other half with ordinary water.

It is true that I was very careful when planting Tongguo in the morning because I had high hopes for these plants.

Ordinary crops cannot grow near the Demon Realm, but Tongguo was brought from the Demon Realm and can withstand the erosion of the demonic energy. It is not only non-toxic, but also delicious. If these plants are successfully grown, Chaowen may have a chance.

Develop planting industry on a large scale.

On the second day, the lush branches and leaves of Tongguo quickly dried up. The leaves drooped downwards listlessly, and the branches also showed signs of water shortage and shrinkage, as if it was difficult to take root and life was in danger.

Zhuchen held the leaf with his hands, already disappointed, so he went to find Zhang Shiwen and others to take a look.

Although everyone knows how to farm, they have never seen this kind of plant before, so they are not sure, so they only asked her to water it some more and observe it.

Atu saw that they were about to die, and he became anxious, so he decided to use numbers to create a miracle.

It goes to the devil's world countless times every day. After eating the fruits, it never forgets to bring them back with the roots and the soil.

The saplings are big and small, and their roots are well preserved. This is what it learned from Feng Buye. In order to preserve its overly long roots, Atu dug extremely hard, and the feathers on his face also changed.

It will be dirty and the image will be greatly damaged.

Soon, the small farmland they created was filled with the Tongguo trees it carried.

Unfortunately, no matter whether it is planted in the soil of the Demon Realm or in the local soil, the result is the same. The Tongguo in another place will be as if it is not acclimatized to the soil and will die very quickly.

On the second day it began to wither, on the third day the leaves began to fall, and on the fourth day only straight bare branches remained.

Atu contributed almost all the foraging spots he knew, thinking that he would not have to worry about being snatched away by others in the future, and would be able to achieve fruit freedom in advance. He did not expect this result, and he wanted to cry at the moment.

It lay lying in front of the farmland, unable to walk, facing the sunset and lamenting the desolation of life.

Zhuchen Monster was embarrassed, but she had really done all the classification experiments she could think of based on various variables. However, no matter what the situation was, Tongguo just couldn't survive, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Within a few days, only a short wooden branch was left in the entire farmland. Zhang Shiwen and others expressed that they were hopeless, but they couldn't bear Ah Tu's tears, so they did not dare to give up in the morning and insisted on watering them every day.

, doing futile superficial work.

In order to comfort Ah Tu, Zhang Shiwen found two apples and fed them to him. He thought they were fruits, and apples were also very delicious. There could not be any creature in the world that didn't like eating apples.

Ah Tu was probably really hurt. He felt that he should correct his picky eating habits in the future, otherwise he would starve to death, so he took a few bites perfunctorily.

However, the taste of apples is quite different from that of Tongguo, and Atu really doesn’t like them.

What's more, Tongguo grows in the demon world and has special energy for demonic beasts. They can feel full after eating a few less. As for apples, eating a basket of apples will only fill a gap between their teeth.

...Oh, Atu has no teeth.

The bus lane construction in Zhuchen was slower than expected. Everyone burned the soil layer to burn all the seeds and weed roots inside to ash, then poured muddy water on it and waited for it to dry.

Everyone agreed to satisfy Zhuchen's wish for the street trees. However, the trees near Chaowen could not be planted, and they could only plant half of the road at most.

Buying saplings requires money. The monks discussed it privately and decided to go directly to the nearby mountains to dig a few trees and carry them over. Anyway, it was not too troublesome for them to come and go with swords. Each of them helped to pull out four or five trees.

Are there many?

But free things are definitely not perfect. The trees selected by the monks are all different sizes and varieties, and some are not suitable for planting on the roadside at all.

In addition, everyone didn't know how to transplant, so they thought it would be enough to uproot the trees and stuff them back into the soil. Without thinking much, they roughly brought them over and placed them on the roadside.

After everything was arranged, they came to take a look at it in the morning.

Zhuchen came, looked, and fell silent. Her eyes swept over the faces of the monks, wanting to throw them into the pit first.

What a crime. Several hundred-year-old trees, which were originally flourishing by the river, were moved to a place with direct sunlight and lack of water. They cut off half of the roots that had taken root for hundreds of years, and the leaves were also cut off.

Withered in pieces during transportation, they were only a hair away from death.

Some monks are more reserved. So where are the trees that were moved here? They are clearly potted plants.

If these things are planted, it will make her aesthetically deformed, and she will not be cultivating in the right way.

Hold your breath every morning and tell yourself to calm down.

The monks Yu Yuan sensed something was wrong in the atmosphere, their excitement gradually cooled down, and they looked at Zhuchen with grievances in their eyes.

Finally, Zhuchen directed them to transport the unsuitable trees back quickly to prevent them from being left in the soil for too long and difficult to take root again. Some of the tenacious ones can be left. As for small ornamental plants, if you like them, you can plant them.

Yes, let them do whatever they want.

After the arrangements were made, I briefly explained the key points to these young people who had never understood Shen Nong's skills in the morning, so that they would harm less flowers and plants in the future.

After listening to Zhuchen's small planting class, the monks suddenly realized it and embarrassedly selected some new plants to make street trees.

Because the road construction had reached a critical point and the monks made mistakes again, they did not dare to let down their guard in the early morning. They had been running on both sides in the past few days and paid less attention to Ah Tu.

Atu found that Zhuchen's love disappeared so quickly, and he became even more depressed for a while. He was no longer in the mood to be a bus chicken and stayed beside his farmland all day long.

On this day, Zhuchen was even late for watering, which made Ah Tu very dissatisfied.

It walked to the well by itself, imitating the way it did in the morning, carrying the bucket to the edge of the field to water.

Zhao Gutai, who was practicing again, watched it keep tossing and sighed.

Even a chicken knows how to persevere, so what reason does he have for not working hard?

It took a lot of effort for Ah Tu to pour the water down. After finishing it, he ran to Zhao Gutai with the empty bucket and motioned for him to fetch water for him.

Zhao Gutai took the bucket, but did not go to the well. Instead, he returned to the house and dug out an apple and gave it to Ah Tu.
To be continued...