Entering the herbal garden, Zheng Qing saw a world that seemed to be torn into pieces.
Not far in front of me, a one-meter-square black cumulus cloud piled up more than ten feet above the ground. White lightning flashed through the clouds, rumbling thunder could be heard, and large raindrops poured down from time to time.
Small craters were made in the soil. Under the clouds, a piece of dark red grass stretched out its young leaves comfortably, enjoying the tyranny of nature.
A finger's throw away from this violent storm is a swamp with a radius of tens of square meters. A thin mist flows slowly on the mirror-like puddles, and a pile of dark green slender water plants sways left and right with the flow of mist.
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Next to the swamp, there is a small patch of darkness! Within a few feet, no outside light enters. The egg-sized moon hangs in the sky, dotted with a starry sky composed of sesame light spots, which perfectly simulates a dark place.
World. Several tall plants with round leaves and long stems lowered their heads, as if asleep, and the entire land was shrouded in silence.
Leaving the dark night, one step away is a stretch of Gobi. Coarse gravel and heavily weathered stones are scattered messily on this land, and plants covered with spikes form a nest, threatening any eater who covets their flesh and blood.
Looking around, there are strange and strange environments everywhere.
The sun is shining brightly on the left, the fog is thick on the right, the rain is pouring in front, and the thunder is thundering behind.
There are dozens of different natural environments mixed in within a few miles of land, which makes people feel trembling.
The so-called sunrise in the east and rain in the west is not as charming as this scenery.
"One step of thunder, one step of drizzle, one step of moonlit night, one step of scorching sun." Zheng Qing admired, looking at this dazzling world, feeling quite dizzying.
"Don't just look at the distance, look at your feet!" A gruff voice interrupted the poetic sentiment that had sprouted from the public-sponsored student's view.
Zheng Qing followed the reputation and saw the chubby old man he saw outside the garden.
The old man was wearing straw sandals, and the trousers of his gray overalls were rolled up high, revealing his thin calves with some yellow spots. He was holding a pickaxe covered in soil in one hand, and a brass watering can with a slender mouth hung on his waist.
With his back hunched and a huge straw hat on his back, he looked like a turtle spirit carrying a turtle shell.
"Uncle Stendhal," Professor Li Qihuang stepped forward respectfully and explained: "These are the freshmen of Jiuyou College this year. I will bring them here to expand their knowledge."
The fat old man ignored him and instead bowed his body lower.
Professor Li didn't make a sound, he just motioned for everyone to stay where they were and keep quiet.
"Boom!" The old man's pickaxe stomped heavily on the field ridge, but it seemed that the hoe did not hit the soft soil, but hit a big drum covered with cowhide. The dull sound slowly came from the ground.
The shock caused Zheng Qing's feet to feel numb.
"Boom!" The old man didn't pay attention to the frightened expressions of the freshmen, but instead stomped a few more times.
"Ha! Found it!" Old Man Stendhal cheered, swung his hoe high, hit it hard into the soil, and then turned it over hard, and a big pit appeared in front of everyone.
The students standing in the front row stretched their necks hard to see what was at the bottom of the pit.
Soon, they discovered that there was no need to crane their necks.
Because a plant struggled to climb out of the bottom of the pit while waving its broad leaves. It had a pale yellow flower on its head, five or six thin petals covered with mud, and only two petals grew on the thin long stem.
The broad leaves are waving left and right like two arms.
At this moment, it was trying hard to get out of the mud pit its long roots with tangled fluff, and jumped away and ran away.
"The running rabbit!" Fatty Xin shouted: "Hey! It's become a spirit!"
"Catch it!" Old Man Stendhal raised his hoe and shouted, "Don't let it escape!"
"Don't move!" Professor Li Qihuang yelled, stopping the commotion of the freshmen, and shouted: "Don't forget what I said before entering the garden!"
All the students froze on the spot and did not dare to move.
The plant seemed to have found an opportunity to escape, and ran away along the gap between the newlyweds' trousers.
"Hey! It ran away again!" Old Man Stendhal stomped his hoe angrily and sighed.
"They are freshmen and they don't know how to take care of these treasures." Professor Li said with an apologetic smile: "I'm afraid the rabbit plant just now is not 200 years old. If some of the stamens are knocked off by the children, they won't be able to afford the compensation if they are chopped into pieces."
"It's not expensive! One petal only costs over two hundred." Old man Stendhal muttered, shaking his head repeatedly: "These little guys nowadays don't know how to be considerate of the elderly."
One petal costs more than two hundred coppers! Zheng Qing was secretly stunned. He would not be so stupid as to think that these petals cost two hundred coppers.
The students who stayed where they were were terrified and even more afraid to move.
"It's there!" Fatty Xin shouted again, pointing to the hills not far away. Behind a low blue-black stone, the yellow flower bones were as conspicuous as lanterns in the dark night.
The yellow flower seemed to feel something, and suddenly shrank back, disappearing behind the stone.
"You have no brains and ran to the rocky beach." After taking one look at it, the old man Stendhal stopped worrying and sneered: "Any two kids can catch it back!"
Professor Li nodded in agreement: "I remember that the underground area was full of rocks, and Mr. Rabbit probably wouldn't be able to escape there."
"Nice young man!" Uncle Stendhal tilted his head and looked at Fatty Xin cheerfully. His round face was full of joy: "You have a good vision... I'll give you a task to kill that little rabbit plant."
Bring it back to me. Can you do it?"
"Promise to complete the task!" Fatty Xin tried his best to tighten his face and look solemn.
"No need to worry, no need to worry. You can ask another classmate to help, just in case." Old man Stendhal paused, looked up at the other students: "Two more awesome young men, follow this little fat guy
Let's help me catch that little thing!"
Zheng Qing lowered his head silently, avoiding the old man's critical gaze.
He still remembered that in the foreseeable future, his funds would be very tight, and he would have no spare money to spend on this precious garden.
After a while, Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin took the old man's instructions and went to the rocky beach to catch the escaped magic plant.
"Master Rabbit who has become a spirit!" Professor Li held up the shield on his head and looked at the backs of the two students worriedly: "Is this a mission from someone?"
"Yes!" Uncle Stendhal shook his head repeatedly and complained: "Professor Zhang in Room 308 of the laboratory building wants three milliliters of Lord Rabbit's breast milk, and the old lady Hillman on the second floor below wants one dollar of Lord Rabbit's bud powder.
.Keep urging, urging, urging!”
As he spoke, he shook the pickaxe on his finger.
Zheng Qing was surprised to find that the hoe turned into a shovel.
"That rabbit plant was just in the right year, but it turned into a spirit and ran around." The old gardener waved his shovel and filled the big hole he had just dug in the ground. When he raised his head again, he had a smile on his face: "It just so happens that you guys
Here you go, just in time. Go run some errands for me and come back after catching that little thing."
"If there's nothing else, I won't bother you." Professor Li seemed to remember something, moved back, and said with a smile: "You continue to be busy, I will take the others around first."
"Others?" Old Man Stendhal raised his chin very hard, with a smile on his face: "Since you have come to Baicao Garden, don't just look. I happen to have some tasks here to trouble you."
Professor Li Qihuang stopped, smiled bitterly, and did not refuse.