Zhao Feixing was bored in the hall, so he rode the mutant dog of his comrade-in-arms Uncle Jin to the first floor of the supermarket. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Walking out of the supermarket gate, I saw Zhao Tianyou standing on the platform, arranging pieces of mud that fell out of the black cloud vortex on the platform.

The mud blocks were strange, they were completely square, very neat.

In Zhao Feixing's memory, even Uncle Gou, who had built a house in the village for thirty years, couldn't make such a flat square, could this be the power of God?

With this thought, Zhao Feixing came to Zhao Tianyou's side.

Sensing that the flying star was coming, Zhao Tianyou beckoned and said: "I'm bored, come and help me put these dirt around, no more, it's enough to put three layers in a row, well, yes, remember not to fall, although the guardrail is very high, but the wind blows from time to time in the air makes me very annoying."

Zhao Tianyou handed over the dirt cube that seemed to be difficult to Zhao Feixing, although this cubic meter of dirt cube is dirt, but it also weighs thirty or forty catties, and it is okay to carry one or two pieces, but Zhao Tianyou wants to cover the entire balcony, and it can't be solved without a few thousand pieces.

And thirty or forty pounds of dirt cubes are much lighter for Feixing.

Zhao Tianyou asked him to help, and suddenly he was busy holding the dirt cubes, and the work was suddenly a lot faster.

He didn't ask Zhao Tianyou why he used these dirty dirt to pounce on the clean glass and sand, after all, the dirt was everywhere, but these clean glass and sand were very rare and beautiful in Feixing's eyes.

It took two hours to finally cover all the platforms needed with dirt.

Of course, in order to facilitate the observation below, there are still many parts that retain the glass floor, and the range of ninety percent is still under the pleading of the flying star, which has only risen from forty to four.

Feixing stuffed the last piece of dirt into the recess, and ran back to Zhao Tianyou, wanting to see what his god master wanted to do, only to see the black cloud vortex from before reappearing, and saplings the size of grass roots fell out of it.

Two or three hundred fell out in a row, some birch, some oak, spruce and acacia.

There are four kinds of saplings in total, and although Zhao Feixing doesn't know their varieties, he also knows what they are.

Immediately very disappointed: "Lord God, why are you making so much firewood?" ”

"Firewood?" Zhao Tianyou was stunned.

"Isn't it? Is it a side dish in potato soup? There is such a delicious divine fruit, why eat such a thing? Zhao Feixing's understanding of saplings is limited to this.

Zhao Tianyou couldn't cry or laugh: "The people in your village are only limited to being firewood and when... A side dish? ”

Zhao Tianyou thought that when he was in school, the teacher said that in order to let them study hard, the ancients used to eat tree bark and gnaw tree roots.

"No, only the tender parts and the roots that have not died can be used to cook, most of the roots and branches are dead, and can only be picked up as firewood for the winter," Feixing replied honestly.

"Oh my goodness"

Zhao Tianyou rubbed Feixing's hair sympathetically, and glanced at the mutant dog Dajin who was squatting in the hall blowing the heater, it did not have the fanaticism of a believer for Zhao Tianyou, and was unwilling to suffer outside the cold full of light radiation.

"Feixing, this is not firewood, nor is it for food... Side dish (biting the tongue), this is the sapling, the seed of the tree, the tree, the tree knows? ”

Feixing thought about it and shook his head, Zhao Tianyou was anxious: "Tree, haven't you even seen a tree?" ”

"No," Feixing shook his head in confusion.

"How is that possible, then..."

Zhao Tianyou pulled Feixing to the balcony and pointed to a half-meter-high crooked neck tree on the ground: "That's a tree, isn't there a tree near your hometown?" ”

"Is that a tree? There seems to be, but there are no strange green parts above, and most of them are sectional, I've never seen them that high."

Zhao Tianyou: "..."

Is half a meter tall tree?

Zhao Tianyou couldn't help but laugh and said, "The people in your village shouldn't have cut down all the surrounding trees, right?" ”

"It should be, my father said, every year you need a lot of firewood for the winter, go out hunting and see the tree has to be dug out by roots, if it is still fresh, the potato soup at night can also be added to vegetables, but most of the roots are dead, only a small section is exposed to the ground, everything will be dug out"

"Nonsense, you cut it as soon as it grew, and there were no roots left, how did these trees grow tall?" Zhao Tianyou couldn't help but burst into foul language, at this time, there was really nothing else to say about these people from the other world except for ignorance and death.

"I'm sorry..."Zhao Feixing still thought that he had done something to make Zhao Tianyou angry, and lowered his head.

Zhao Tianyou didn't blame the child, after all, the elders of Feixing at that time, in this bad environment, it was difficult to survive, who had the kung fu to do anything about the ecological environment, and there was no way to cut down the roots of the tree when he saw it.

"In the future, don't cut down these trees when you see them," Zhao Tianyou rubbed Feixing's head.

Feixing raised his head and wondered, "Are trees important?" ”

"It's important, if you want to get rich, plant a tree first" unless you live in a pixel style world.

"If you want to get rich, plant trees first?" Obviously, at this time, Feixing still can't understand what these roots are used for stuffing their teeth in addition to being firewood and cooking soup.

Not only him, but even the rich city lord of Jinkang City had a pitiful understanding of plants.

The disaster of a hundred years ago caused them to lose too much and too much cultural heritage.

It took Zhao Tianyou and Feixing another hour to plant two hundred and eighty saplings into the edge of the dirt, just around the border of the balcony.

"God-sama, I've finished planting, when will the tree grow?" At this time, Feixing's leather service was full of mud, and Zhao Tianyou's little face, which had been washed clean, was even darker, like a rural child who had just finished working in the field.

Zhao Tianyou smiled and said, "It won't be too long, I have this"

The purple ring spirit in his hand flashed, and Zhao Tianyou took out the packet of white powder that he had bought a long time ago.

"What is this?"

"Bone meal, that is, the powder made of bones, but not from this world, of course you don't understand, remember to sprinkle these on the saplings, at most three times at a time, if you don't grow up three times, you don't need to feed it"

"Bone meal?" Bone meal Zhao Feixing has not seen before, after the old people in the village die of old age, the corpses will be cremated, and the ashes will be fertilized instead of fertilizer to ensure that next year's potatoes can be high-yielding.

Fertilizing the ashes of the ancients is tantamount to eating the flesh and blood of the elderly in disguise.

This is not Zhao Feixing's village pervert, it is really forced by the bad environment, and he has to use all the resources around him.

"Let's go and sprinkle"

After that, Zhao Feixing saw God's fertilizer. ’