69novels Chapter 575
Chapter 575
Under the warm winter sun.
The elixirs of different colors are growing well.
The year of the elixir did not grow to five years like the last time.
It has not been two days since the last observation, and if this grows out of thin air for another five years, Cheng Fan will have to wonder when his water concept will become a real immortal blessed land.
To his surprise, some elixirs with short maturation cycles were ready to be picked.
"Did you water these by yourself?" Cheng
Fan cast an inquiring gaze at Lu Xin'er.
He knew there could be no other answer, but he couldn't help but ask.
[Of course!] [
Although it is a little tiring to water every day, it is worth it!]
"Brother Guan Zhu rest assured, every plant is watered by Xin'er herself.
Cheng Fan showed a relieved smile on his face, and he knew it in his heart.
Most of the elixirs are very delicate and have very strict requirements for the living environment, and they need to be carefully cared for by Lu Xin'er.
It is foreseeable that in the future, the medicine fields of Dripshui will become larger and more complex, and it is
only a matter of time before they become "medicine gardens".
If Lu Xin'er is the only one to do it, I'm afraid she will not be able to get busy if she devotes all the time of the day.
It's time to get her some helpers and teach her another spell to cultivate spiritual plants.
Just when Cheng Fan was a little hesitant to find what kind of helper to give her.
Suddenly, I found that there were awe-inspiring eyes in the mountains and forests, like children who saw strict parents.
Cheng Fan thought for a moment and nodded suddenly.
Yes.
In the process of Dishui Town's transformation to modernization, the first thing to bear is the dense forest on the edge of the town.
The "children" can only leave their homes and move their nests.
Whether to go to the dark and gloomy dense forest, or to the mountain with lush foliage and vigorous dripping water.
It is not a matter of choice for them.
Fortunately, most of these "children" listened to Cheng Fan's sermons and had a certain tacit understanding with each other.
The more spiritually strong the animal, the more tolerant it is to other animals, squeezing each other, and barely being able to accommodate it.
Just like now, the "children" have almost forgotten about their relationship called "natural enemies" and "food".
You must know that Cheng Fan did not preach for them at this time, they simply recognized the "friendship between classmates" between them.
Cheng Fan hugged his chest with one hand and supported his chin with the other.
If only those children could help Lu Xin'er take care of the farmland together...
"Xin'er, I'm going to find you some helpers to help you take care of this medicine field together." "
No, it should be said that it is the medicine garden of the future.
Cheng Fan's clear eyes were full of smiles and some expectations, and he looked at Lu Xin'er and said.
"Medicine, medicine garden?" her
eyes widened in disbelief.
Is the medicine garden a place like the back garden of the palace? Is it really possible?]
Emperor, Imperial Palace?
The corners of Cheng Fan's mouth twitched slightly.
What was Lu Xin'er's identity before she slept in the coffin?
It sounded like she could enter the back garden at will.
With such an identity, he can be buried in a place like the Hall of No Return, and he is guarded by a group of Xuantie Futu Heroic Souls.
With such an identity, I'm afraid she is either the emperor's concubine or a princess, right?
With the surname Lu,
she is most likely not the princess of the Li Tang royal family.
She won't be a concubine either, and Shou Gongsha is still on her arm.
Cheng Fan shook his head secretly, unable to guess.
He could see that Lu Xin'er liked life in the Taoist temple very much, and she had been running away from her past.
She didn't say it, and Cheng Fan wouldn't ask more.
More than 1,400 years have passed, and the dust has long since returned to dust, and it is better to let all the unbearable past disappear.
[Why does Brother Guan keep staring at us?Is there something dirty on his face?]
A trace of shyness flashed in Lu Xin'er's eyes.
He lowered his head and touched his cheek with some embarrassment.
Cheng Fan coughed lightly, and his eyes fell on the chattering animals in the forest.
When I heard their hearts, the corners of my mouth curled slightly.
......
Outside the long-distance bus station in Dishui Town.
There is less crowding.
The rough man who sold the special ticket tightened his coat, found a wall that could block the wind, and shivered and took out a box of inferior cigarettes from his pocket.
He fumbled around the limp box and pulled out the last crumpled cigarette.
Light it and put it to your mouth.
"Whew-"
While swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog, his eyes shone and quietly recoiled.
"Tut, I earned more than 20 Grandpa Mao in one morning, and the money is getting easier and better.
"I don't know where so many stupid guys with a lot of money came out, as long as they mention the three words of dripping water, they will pay for it immediately without saying a word, and I will laugh to death." A
hint of treachery flashed in the rough man's eyes, revealing a sly smile.
"If you continue to do this in the afternoon, it's not a dream to make a net profit of several thousand a day! It seems that you can
have a fat year this year!" "Dahua's tuition, Erhua's new clothes for a year, and Xiaohua's milk powder money have all been settled. Praise the immortals of the dripping view. The
rough man thought to himself, folding the bills one by one under his coat.
Put it in the pocket of the underwear, and pat it twice with anxiety.
He quietly glanced at the passers-by nearby, and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he showed a smile.
That's when it happened.
The roar of the bus engine was heard in the station, and another bus drove into the passenger bus station.
The man hurriedly threw away the cigarette that was only left with a filter in his mouth and hurried to the gate of the station.
He glanced over and saw a few familiar faces.
Those people were just like him, wrapped in thick cotton coats and dangling outside the station, peddling special tickets for the tourist area of Dishui Town.
As soon as I saw the passengers leaving the station, I greeted them and greeted them, and the intention was not too obvious.
The rough man cast a disdainful look at the hungry peers.
He knows how to review and sum up experience.
The vast majority of tourists are rushing to the Dripping Temple, most of them have checked the guide on the Internet, and they know that the Dripping View does not need tickets, or even incense money.
What he was looking for was not the kind of passenger with a clear goal, but a prey who walked out of the station with a blank face.
I subconsciously touched my pocket for a cigarette, and suddenly remembered that it was the last one just now.
"After finishing this vote, Lao Tzu will not smoke Baisha, at least he will have to make a whole bag of Liqun. The rough man muttered.
From a few dollars of cigarettes to more than a dozen dollars of cigarettes, the quality of life can be called a qualitative leap.
He didn't blink an eyelid when those people were selling special tickets to tourists.
At this time, two young people wearing sportswear, looking like college students, and obviously having an unusual temperament, walked out of the passenger station.
The rough man's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he greeted him with a smile on his face.