He returned to his room, tied the door to the door, and moved two bundles of goldenrod tea seedlings into the system space.

I saw that the master was meditating on the empty woodland, and the smell of rice fragrance wafted from the thatched house, and the master could cook porridge by himself.

"The German army, the ecological balance of the space woodland has been handled well, and I hope to continue to work hard. Golden Flower Tea Seedlings, you can open a vacant lot in Xiantian, implant Golden Flower Tea seedlings, and after a week, you must move the mature Golden Flower Tea out of the space!" Hua Lieshan said a few words, and then disappeared into the space woodland.

There's no way, the master moves his mouth, and the tiring work is done by himself.

Kuang Dejun pulled out all the vegetable seedlings that should have grown on the fairy field, worked hard to sort out an empty wasteland, planted nearly 200 golden flower tea seedlings into the soil, and then watered them with spiritual spring water.

The chaotic roots of the young golden flower tea tree were instantly released, greedily absorbing the sweet spiritual spring water.

The Kuang German army also collected dozens of wild boar cubs, more than 100 chicken cubs, and hundreds of bamboo rats in the woodland.

He also brought out a few sickles in the space tool room, and Li Mingtang and the others cut the rice for two days before they recovered a few hundred kilograms.

The rice stalk is really difficult to cut, and if you don't cut it, picking the rice on the stalk is time-consuming and laborious, and the effect is not high. When will the seven or eight acres of rice be harvested?

Kuang Dejun took the scythe brought out by the space and came to the giant rice farmland. With a slight swing of the sickle, I saw a row of rice stalks being cut off.

He clicked on the Shennong system and saw that there was a verbal battle to control the divine sickle inside. He read it out from the book, and threw the two sickles into the rice field, only to see the two sickles spin rapidly, and the brush brushed together to cut the rice stalks from the roots......

These tough rice stalks are cut and stacked neatly......

Fortunately, in the quiet night, there was no one in the area of Fengwoli, otherwise they would really be frightened by this strange phenomenon.

The rice stalks fall in rows, automatically stacked in piles, and bundles are threshed on the threshing machine. It didn't take long for the flying paddy to fill the threshing machine.

Kuang Germans spread a huge plastic film across the wet field, and the grains taken off by the threshing machine were stacked on top of the plastic film.

At the dawn of the day, two sickles harvested all the rice of seven or eight acres of rice fields. The threshing machine that was running with a roar finally stopped, and because it was daylight, it was not suitable for the Kuangde army to use Shennong's magic technique to transport the threshed rice home.

He stood on the ridge with his hands behind his back and drank a bottle of spiritual spring water, looking particularly refreshed. Some of the work can be done by yourself!

As soon as the sun in the east showed a smiling face in the morning, Li Mingtang came to the rice field with seven or eight people, and was instantly shocked by the phenomenon in front of him.

"Boss Kuang, what's going on? The rice was all cut overnight, and it was threshed!"

The stubble cut by the rice stalk is neat and smooth, and there is a pile of grain like a mountain in the middle of the rice field.

"Junzi, God, what kind of spell did you have, and what immortals did you use to help you harvest the rice?" someone asked.

"There can't be an immortal for you, don't guess, anyway, now that the rice has been threshed, help me pick it up and go back to the drying field." There are also all these rice stalks transported to the Qishan planting base, and the lime water is soaked in soft after cutting, and then used to grow straw mushrooms. Kuang Dejun interrupted everyone's speculation. It's better to keep things a little mysterious.

Li Mingtang and the others didn't ask any more questions, and began to load the rice basket with a basket and a load, and walked towards the small courtyard of the Kuangjia family.

There is a particularly large barn in the small courtyard of Kuangjia, including the roof, which can also be cooled.

It was only at this time that Kuang Dejun had time to take out his mobile phone and see what time it was?

Dozens of messages on WeChat!

Who sent it again?

He clicked. There are five or six sent by Yang Fengxiu, ask me to confide, why bother. You are two parabolas that never meet.

Cicada in the wind: There are only a few steps to live at the critical moment of life, and if you make a mistake, you often can't turn back.

What does it mean? When you are beaten up, you have an epiphany on the spot? An apple on a tree is smashed down and falls on top of your head and you realize your philosophy?

He moved on to the second one.

Cicada in the wind: Life is very short and short, it is better to live in shame than to die happily!

I can't bear the slightest setback, how can I enjoy a good life in the future!

Cicada in the wind: If you lose it, you can cherish it, if you can take a long-term view, if you are not so short-sighted, maybe the ending will be different. Alas, who is to blame?

I was beaten up and came to find solace in my soul. Kuang Dejun smiled helplessly, he didn't have the ability to learn to pour chicken soup for the soul, in fact, he didn't have to worry about other people's idle affairs at all.

There is also a message from Chief Jin Sinan: God of Medicine, I will obey you if I don't accept anyone in this life. It's only been a little over a week, and the broken toes have begun to grow fleshy muscles, and the cracked bones have begun to feel tingling. The spiritual spring water is also really magical, after drinking it, the expression is refreshing, and the whole body is relaxed.

The second piece of information is that Wang Qifu is standing in the workshop, looking at the scene of a desktop, the desktop is smooth and smooth, and the golden silk lines on the desktop are clearly visible.

Kuang Dejun couldn't help but reply: Mr. Wang, this is the authentic golden silk nan wood?

seconds back.

Chief Jin Sinan: Yes, a strange person like you deserves a Jin Si Nan office desktop like this. Mr. Kuang, when my foot injury heals, I will transport this Jin Si Nan desk to you.

Shennong disciple: Don't, Mr. Wang, how dare I accept such a valuable item, besides, I sent you pills and spiritual spring water to receive your money.

Chief Jin Sinan: No amount of money can buy health, and having the fate to meet you in this life is a blessing that my Wang has cultivated for several lifetimes.

At this moment, Kuang Dejun's inner vanity was extremely satisfied.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the small courtyard, a person flashed out from behind a clump of rich bamboos next to the ditch, it was Yang Yaoguang, who contracted the reservoir and lost to himself at the bidding meeting.

"What are you doing here?" Kuang Dejun was shocked, it couldn't be a dog jumping off the wall in a hurry, right?

What did he want?

Kuang Dejun did not panic, and saw that the other party did not have a murder weapon in his hand. With his bare hands, ten Yang Yaoguang couldn't help himself.

"Boss Kuang, don't get me wrong, I have something to ask you. Yang Yaoguang took out a pack of good cigarettes in time and handed one to Kuang Dejun.

Kuang Dejun gently pushed away and said, "Thank you, I don't smoke." Just tell me what you want. ”

Yang Yaoguang wanted to speak and stopped, and he held back for a long time before finally speaking: "I want to beg you, can you sublease the Fengshukeng Reservoir to me? You also know that I still have about 100,000 yuan of juvenile fish fry in the Xiantangkeng Reservoir, and if I sell them now, I will definitely lose a lot." Besides, I don't know how to do anything other than fish, so after thinking about it, I think it's better to discuss it with Boss Kuang and see if you can sublease the Maple Hang Reservoir to me?"