The job of cleaning up the green clam ant colony was much easier than Zheng Qing imagined.
All you need to do is turn over the small bags of soil that are about an inch high with your hands, smash them, and then collect them into fixed baskets. If the school's herb garden does not require it, many times they don't even have to collect the fertile soil.
No need to do it.
For some students who are highly skilled in magic, they can command their hammers or shovels to work on their own without having to use the noble hands of the magician.
Hemingway never restricted this, but was very supportive of it.
In his words, only by applying what you have learned can you be worthy of being a scholar at the First University. If you are a "nerd" who can't even command your head, then you might as well work to your death and count balls by the lake.
The words are rough and the reasoning is not rough.
Of course, Zheng Qing was not an orthodox nerd. Soon, he learned how to direct his boss to work by himself under the guidance of the old students. This made his work a lot more relaxed, but the mental energy consumption became slightly heavier.
Every time I return to the dormitory after finishing my work, I always fall asleep in a deep sleep.
At noon on Thursday, after rolling back to the dormitory from the ant colony by the lake, Zheng Qing quickly fell asleep. In the afternoon, he had an elective class of fish-human language, and he had to regain his energy before going to class. Time was tight,
The task is heavy. If you want to get the best sleep effect within a limited time, you need to let your soul sink deep enough into the spiritual world.
Wednesday was okay, because Zheng Qing happened to have a low-quality talisman on hand that promoted sleep. With the help of the talisman, he regained his energy in less than half an hour.
But today at noon, because he was really sleepy - the morning pharmacy class and the noon field work were both mentally and physically demanding tasks - Zheng Qing closed his eyes as soon as he touched the bed. He didn't have time to use the talisman.
This resulted in that although his eyes were closed, his spirit was not completely silent, and always maintained a low-intensity and slow active state. In layman's terms, it meant that he began to dream continuously.
The images in the dream are fragmented and jumpy.
At first, Zheng Qing vaguely remembered a huge hound that was on fire chasing him and barking.
The old man Verne was leaning on a tall wooden staff, following the hound, shouting at the young wizard.
Later, the dog slowly melted and turned into an endless flaming cloud, a huge red wave for days and days. No matter how Zheng Qing ran away, he could not escape the red envelope.
He climbed over the mountain and walked a long way along the cliff road that was only half a foot wide; he also crossed the river and climbed for a long time on the iron chain bridge as thick as his forearm; he also walked through the vast grassland, one grass nest at a time.
From time to time, half of my body fell into the mud.
The red color was always unhurried and adorned behind him, keeping him in a state of high tension.
Later, the old man Hemingway appeared out of nowhere, waving a thick pile of materials, and yelled at Zheng Qing that his punishment work for this month was unsatisfactory and that he needed to work for another month.
Zheng Qing was frightened and trembling. He wanted to defend himself, but his voice was always suppressed by the old school staff.
Then, the faces of Verne and Hemingway began to overlap, gradually melting into a distorted face that looked like the face in "The Scream" by Edvard Munch.
The whole dream ended in a scene of splendor and noise.
Zheng Qing suddenly opened his eyes wide, sat up suddenly, and took a few quick breaths. He was still lying in the tent of dormitory 403, and was not being chased by a dog, nor was the old school worker yelling furiously in his ears.
The lunch break must not have passed yet. Through the curtain, you could vaguely hear Fatty Xin chatting quietly with Fat Cat. The sound of another pen tip rustling on the paper should belong to Xiao Xiao.
The young public-funded student took out his pocket watch from under the pillow and checked the time through the dim light from the gap in the curtain.
It was 1:20 in the afternoon, less than half an hour after he fell asleep.
He touched the back of his neck, and there was a layer of cold sweat. His head was still very swollen, as if there was a hard balloon sandwiched between his skull. This was a symptom that his spirit had not recovered.
The boy took a deep breath, muttered something in a low voice, took out a low-quality talisman with his backhand, and slapped it on his forehead.
This time, he slept peacefully.
But unfortunately, there was not enough time left. Zheng Qing felt that as soon as he closed his eyes, the surroundings became frizzy. At first, a faint light flickered through his eyelids, and then he vaguely heard the sound of his roommates packing up books, and then
, the sound of their chat also became louder.
This means they are ready to leave for the classroom, Zheng Qing judged in his sleep.
Before he could make up his mind to open his eyes, a familiar smell suddenly burst into his tent. The fine velvet tickled his nostrils, making him gradually feel the urge to sneeze.
But this secret stimulation is so far away that the sneeze lingers in the nasal cavity and never gets released.
As a result, the sourness in the nasal cavity began to spread, and Zheng Qing's eyelids became hot, as if there was a pool of scalding hot water under his eyelids. It seemed that he only needed to blink his eyes lightly to squeeze out a string of annoying tears.
The wizard let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, reached out and grabbed the tail of the hair ball that was causing trouble on his face.
"How did you get up here?"
He raised half of his eyelids, looked at the little fox crawling on his chest, and muttered: "Master Ni Wu is blind?"
Master Ni Wu is the alchemical beast who guards the dormitory door. He is usually very cold and has a bad temper. He never lets his classmates bring pets into the door. Although the little fox has a high IQ, Zheng Qing does not think it has that ability.
Muddle through.
"Like Tuantuan, it climbed in through the window." Outside the tent, Fatty Xin's cheerful voice came: "Not to mention, it scared me when it first appeared... I haven't seen it in a few days, Bose
I have become more patient in winter."
The little fox barked proudly twice, looking at Zheng Qing, as if he was about to praise me.
Zheng Qing scratched its ears, placed it on his pillow, then opened the curtain and got out of bed.
"At least he's almost one year old. There's no reason why Dongdong in my family can't do things that everyone can do." Zheng Qing rubbed his face and repeated the last two words of Poseidon: "Dongdong...dongdong...dongdong...
...Well, what do you think, if I call it Poseidong from now on?"
"Is there any difference?" Fatty couldn't hear the subtle difference at all.
Zheng Qing curled his lips and got into the bathroom, not intending to explain to him.
Dr. Xiao Da's lazy voice came from behind.
"While you were sleeping, Old Hemingway flew a crane for you...it was not encrypted, so the crane unfolded on its own after hitting your tent."
"He asked you not to hoe the ground at noon on Friday, that is, at noon tomorrow. After dinner, you can go directly to the herb garden of old man Stendhal to report. He said that many bees raised in the garden have disappeared for no reason recently.
There happen to be some herbs at a critical moment for pollination, so I asked you to help with artificial pollination."