After planting the last sapling, there was still some unfinished business. On normal days, he would do some weeding and fertilizing, and then scan the vegetable fields to check for pests and diseases.
He enjoys these jobs.
Whenever this happens, I will have the illusion that I am like an emperor in a legendary story, inspecting the magnificent country he has built.
It's a pity that there is not enough time today.
I firmly believe that I am a born farmer. Otherwise, why after a day of farm work, the physical fatigue caused by the special training last night has been reduced a lot?
The instructor said that he was a born killer.
It is understandable that the instructor would make such a mistake. Because the instructor has never planted land, and maybe the instructor has never eaten apples, I can't help but think so.
Returning to the room, I took out a portion of the nutrient solution prepared by the doctor, opened the cap, drank it cleanly without leaving a drop, and licked the cap by the way.
The nutrient solution is expensive to make, has powerful effects, and most importantly, it tastes like apple.
A tired and overworked body is like a dry river bed, greedily absorbing nutrients and energy from the nutrient solution.
A hazy sleepiness came over him, like a hot engine cooling down. Quietness enveloped him, and he fell asleep.
I had a sweet dream. In the dream, there was a bumper harvest of apples on the farm, and the apple trees all over the mountains and plains were covered with heavy red apples.
He stood on the shoulders of [Iron Plow King], looking at the endless stream of spaceships coming to load apples. He put his pockets in his pockets with an expressionless look on his face, thinking about what lessons he would teach Jasmine tomorrow. Jasmine next to him was staring at him.
The account was giggling and drooling, and the sound of gold coins falling from the account was endless.
The sweet dream ended quickly because it was time for dinner.
In the apple farm, there is no one who is late for meals.
The ribs were not cooked well, and the salt was 15% heavier. Jasmine's cooking skills were abnormal today. She glanced at Jasmine, her apple-faced face was absent-minded, and asked directly: "Did you encounter any difficulties?"
Jasmine was startled, came back to her senses, blinked her eyes, and forced a smile: "Difficulties? Jasmine has many difficulties every day. Teacher, which one are you talking about?"
Somewhat understanding, he said seriously with a hint of guilt: "Is it because I haven't given you any lessons recently? In a few days, when the special training of these days is over, we will start to resume classes immediately!"
The instructor's nightmare has been bothering me for too long, I hope it can be completely solved this time!
Not only does it affect farming, it also affects Jasmine’s studies!
The smile on Jasmine's face froze and she forced a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, teacher, the farm has just been built and everything is waiting to be done. These are big things. We are not in a hurry about small things like class."
The man who was cooking rice didn't even raise his head: "It's not a trivial matter."
Jasmine didn't dare to say anything anymore, thinking in her heart that it was over.
Now that Jasmine is getting familiar with the character, she can tell by looking at the teacher's appearance that the teacher has kept the class schedule in mind.
Mo Wenchuan couldn't help but feel a little envious. Is this talent?
After such a rigorous training last night, I farmed during the day and returned to normal at night. Looking at Zong Ya who was carelessly cooking next to me, even though he was tied up like a mummy, he was actually a genius! He also recovered.
Got seven, seven or eight.
On the other hand, after a long day of rest, my body was still a little sore.
After eating, the three of them got up and headed to the martial arts studio.
Jasmine trotted behind her and arrived at the door of the restaurant. She bowed obediently: "Teacher, come on! The special training is successful!"
She waved her hand without looking back, thinking to herself, Jasmine really wanted to go to class, she was so happy to hear that she was going to class!
When the flaming [Iron Plow King] disappeared into the night, Jasmine's face fell, she stuck out her tongue and made a face, then she picked up her skirt and ran quickly towards the hillside of the farm.
Inside the martial arts hall, the lights are brightly lit.
Sweat flowed down He Yuchen's handsome face, dripping onto the floor, and then wiped off by his rag. He had only wiped half of the entire martial arts gym floor.
Sometimes, I have to lament the impermanence of life. Last night, he was still enjoying the feast, oh, he thought of the hickeys wiped off his neck, how soft his lips were, and how sweet she smiled...
He Yuchen was helpless, but he did not dare to slow down his movements at all, and his eyes were confused and confused.
Abandoning the bustling nightlife and coming all the way here after a sleepless night, the opportunity my own father mentioned was to wipe the floor?
Does your house have no floor or something? Are you your biological child?
Also, why is it that Zhao Ya doesn't have to mop the floor and is chatting happily with Lord Huaji?
"Hurry up! Why are you wasting your time? It took you so long to finish half of it?"
"Hey hey hey!"
Qi Peilian's voice was still so cold, and his response was still so humble. He clearly paid for the takeout for dinner! Why didn't Mr. Lu Meng stop him? Didn't Dad say that Mr. Lu Meng would take care of him?
Is this the Killing Master? How inhumane!
He Yuchen couldn't help but curse, but the movements of his hands and feet became extremely agile. He warned himself that people had to bow their heads under the eaves. The murderers in this room were all murderous and vicious people. If they offended them, they would definitely die.
No whole body.
So... I am really my father's biological child?
Another reason that made He Yuchen dare not say a word was the floor he was mopping. On the thick alloy floor, there were shocking large pits, and spider web-like cracks could be seen everywhere, which reminded him of those planets without atmosphere protection, with densely covered surfaces.
Meteor crater.
Fortunately, I didn't need to wipe the wall, because the big hole on the wall was stained with blood.
After finally wiping the last corner, He Yuchen felt his back ached and sweating profusely.
There is no word of care or encouragement, this is a cold martial arts gym.
He Yuchen silently moved to the corner without a word of complaint. He did not dare. He had known how to watch people's behavior since he was a child, and he was keenly aware that the atmosphere in the martial arts hall was beginning to become tense.
The expressions of Qi sparring partner and Wu sparring partner were restless, which was a sign of lack of confidence. The two carefree and cheerful fish sparring partners began to move their bodies. Their warm-up movements were very standard and there was no joking in the whole process. Mr. Lu Meng was wearing sponge fighting gloves.
, Professor Pamp is tying bulletproof alloy plates to his forearms.
An indescribable pressure began to spread in the martial arts gym.
Only Master Huaji sat upright as before, with an extraordinary bearing.
He Yuchen also became inexplicably nervous. Why did everyone feel like they were facing a formidable enemy? Is this a special training? Is it really not a gymnastics competition?
Zhao Ya was also a little nervous. She also felt the change in the atmosphere. Fortunately, Lord Huaji was very kind to her.
When Master Huaji found out who she was, his attitude was very kind and friendly. Could it be that Master Huaji was actually some kind of distant relative of her family? Why had she never heard from her parents? She decided to go back and ask.
Lord Huaji was checking the time frequently. Although his expression did not change, for some reason, Zhao Ya felt a little anxious and dissatisfied in Lord Huaji.
Pan Guangguang, who had individual bulletproof alloy plates strapped to his arms, exclaimed: "Today's young people are so unmotivated! At that time, if we had a famous teacher like the chief to guide us, we would have arrived several hours earlier."
Lu Meng, who was neither yin nor yang, answered: "He has to farm during the day! Farming is very hard! There are only five minutes left!"
Huaji, who was told the central issue, clenched his fists secretly, but pretended to smile lightly: "Being on time is a good habit!"
Farming during the day...
Pan Guangguang praised: "The chief is generous!"
Lu Meng also praised: "Chief is kind!"
The two of them looked at each other in tacit understanding and kept silent.
Time ticked by, five minutes was very short, no one spoke anymore, and Wu fell into silence.
Several sparring partners became increasingly anxious, their bodies tensed slightly and their steps staggered, as if they were about to enter a battle at the next moment. The smiles on the faces of the two general trainers also disappeared, and their expressions were serious.
He Yuchen and Zhao Ya were even shivering in the corner. They subconsciously held their breath for fear that the sound of their breathing would be louder.
In the oppressive silence, three figures walked into the bright martial arts hall from the dark door.
Salute politely: "Chief, here I come!"
Hua Ji looked at the energetic one, with a ray of light flashing in his eyes, and the smile on his face became more kind, which made people feel like spring breeze: "Being on time is a good habit! Have you finished the farm work during the day?"
On the surface, it looks no different from usual, but Huaji's heart is extremely agitated at the moment. If he only thought there was a glimmer of possibility before, now he is sure
——With the physical talent of the boy in front of me, there is no doubt that he has the potential to hit the 4S!
In the corner, Zhao Ya leaned her neck forward with her eyes wide open, like a stupid goose stretching out her neck, without any grace at all.
She stared blankly at the venue, her mind going blank.
