Those few black wind grasses are not easy to come by, but they can't be planted in the ground.

It just so happened that a vacant land had been opened up in the mountain behind Yao's house, and Qin Fan planned to transplant all the remaining Wufeng grass seedlings on the plate at this moment.

"Auntie, I want to occupy a small plot of land and grow the herbs I bought earlier. ”

He wants to see if he didn't plant it well, or if it really doesn't work in feng shui.

"No way!"

"I've been turning that piece of land for so long to have a shape, it's all for the sake of eating vegetables at home, what if you grow herbs and spoil this soil?"

Jin Ju immediately retorted, making him stop thinking about it.

In Sanshi Village, the land where herbs are grown is not the same as the crops that are grown on a regular basis.

The herbs are very delicate, in addition to applying some farm fertilizer on weekdays, you should also be careful to weed, if you encounter strange habits, you must pour broth on its roots.

"Auntie, I'll just borrow a small piece of land, plant it for two days, and see the momentum. ”

Qin Fan pleaded, he was in Sanshi Village, except for the two newly allocated land, the rest was gone at all.

"If I say no, I can't, there are many empty spots on this mountain, if you want to grow something, you can open it up yourself!"

"Shut up!"

Yao Qing, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly dropped his chopsticks at this moment.

He blackened his face and glared at Jin Ju, telling her to shut up quickly.

The originally good atmosphere disappeared at this moment, and Qin Fan also knew that he was a little talkative, which aroused Yao Qing's sadness.

All the nearby lands were divided, and the only thing that was empty was Cloud Mountain.

The place was full of wild beasts, and no one had the courage to cultivate the land, let alone plant crops on it.

Jin Ju's face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word, just burying his head in a big gulp.

The matter of growing herbs ended up being like this.

Looking at the vigorous growth of a few black wind grasses in the pot, Qin Fan didn't think it was because of the soil.

He had carefully studied it before, and the land in Sanshi Village was mostly red soil, and the soil itself was fertile, and there was no lack of nutrients at all.

Could it be that what the madman in the field said was true?

The feng shui of the two pieces of land he fancy is not good, and he has to lose money when he grows anything.

Yao Xin squatted in the yard to wash and scrub, and she also went to reclaim the land in the afternoon.

The half-worn galoshes were stained with mud, and she was diligently scrubbing them while humming a ditty in her mouth.

"My mother is like that, don't take it to heart, she had several blisters on her hands in order to reclaim the land a few days ago. ”

Seeing Qin Fan sitting in the courtyard and not knowing what to think, Yao Xin opened his mouth to comfort him.

"Do you know that there is a person named Shi Er in the village?" Qin Fan asked her, and stretched out his hand to compare the approximate size and appearance of the person.

"Isn't it not too tall and looks like a monkey spirit?" Yao Xin frowned and stopped what he was doing.

"Yes!"

"No one has called him by his name for years, we all call him Little Ear. ”

This little ear is an indigenous villager from Sanshi Village, and I don't know how many years he has lived here.

But for this person, Qin Fan couldn't give birth to the slightest impression, he just felt that looking at him was a little kind, as if he had seen him somewhere.

From Yao Xin's mouth, he learned that Xiao Er was two years younger than himself, and he grew up eating 100 family meals in the village.

A long time ago, because I had no money to study, I dropped out of school to farm in the village, and I lived alone in the mountain recess, and no one cared about it.

"Why did you mention him all of a sudden, I haven't seen him for a long time, and I don't know what this kid is doing. ”

The water, mixed with the dirt, flowed down the courtyard and suddenly covered the blood of the killers, and the color of the blood looked even darker.

"I met him in the field today, and he spoke to me. ”

Qin Fan explained, racking his brains to dig out more memories about Little Ear.

"Seriously, if you're okay, you should have less contact with him, he's not in the right spirit. ”

Yao Xin sighed and said that the person with little ears was gloomy and didn't interact much with the people in the village.

Sometimes, when the weather is strange, he rushes to the village like crazy, and he is simply a 10% madman.

In addition, he has no father and no mother, and he has become a somewhat evasive existence in Sanshi Village.

Qin Fan nodded, there was nothing to refute on his face, but he felt in his heart that this person had a lot to offer.

At the very least, compared to Sanshi Village, most of the villagers who only know how to face the loess with their backs to the sky and dig food from the soil are much more thoughtful.

The few black wind plants in the pot are as tender as before, but the growth rate is extremely slow.

After taking it back for a few days, there is no sign of germination and spikes.

Qin Fan was still counting on making a fortune with these herbs, and seeing such a slow time at this moment, he couldn't wait in his heart.

At that moment, he made up his mind that he had to go to Yunwu Mountain.

Crops like Wufeng grass should be grown in the 100,000 mountains, maybe after people came here, they were not accustomed to the water and soil, so they didn't grow well.

In the morning, when it was just dawn, Qin Fan got up from the bed.

After the autumn harvest, the fog in Sanshi Village became heavier and heavier, and it seemed as if frost had condensed everywhere.

At a glance, it was white, and there was no one everywhere.

When he came back this time, he didn't bring any extra clothes at all, so he could only wear Yao Qing's old clothes at this time, and by the way, he wrapped a layer of plastic cloth outside to prevent moisture.

At four or five o'clock in the Yao family, everyone was still asleep.

Qin Fan tiptoed into the kitchen, dug out two sweet potatoes that had been roasted last night from the earthen stove, and put them in his pocket.

He took a machete from the corner and carried the basket before stepping out of the house.

It's been almost a week since I last came to Cloud Mountain.

Qin Fan didn't know if the group of students in the city went to the mountains to collect wind later, but with the hands and feet of a few of them, there was no unfortunate news coming, so they should have never been there.

The ground was slippery, Qin Fan hooked the grass next to him with a sickle, and went up the mountain little by little.

He hadn't walked a few steps when he heard the sound of rustling in the grass.

It was as if something had touched the vegetation, and it was as if something was shuttling through it.

Out of his body's instinctive reaction, Qin Fan immediately dodged and stood next to the tree.

Through the white fog, I saw a shadow suddenly appear behind me.

The man seemed to float over suddenly, and in the blink of an eye he was in the woods.

During this period, he was still looking around, as if he was thinking about where Qin Fan had gone.

Except for the fact that he had been followed and kidnapped in business with a thousand crazy people before, he hadn't encountered anything like this for a long time.

At that moment, he used the machete in the back basket and rushed straight over, comparing it to the back of the man's neck.