Erhuzi has become smarter!

The reason why he said this was because although Meng Fan still didn't speak, he was still stupidly running around the village with a big yellow dog, but he would be able to farm.

The wasteland on the northern slope of Dongshan was not only mined by him, but also planted with corn. Like everyone else, the rows and columns are very neat.

"Erhuzi, come here and sit and eat!" When someone greeted Meng Fan at the dinner point, he ran over with the big yellow dog, sat on the stool and took a big gulp of rice. After eating, he continued to walk around the village with the big yellow dog.

Seeing the jade net bottle hanging from his neck with hemp rope, someone asked him: "What about your jade bodhisattva, why is there only one bottle left?" ”

Meng Fan made a gesture and told them that the Jade Bodhisattva had been broken, and only the jade net bottle in the Bodhisattva's hand remained.

"Erhuzi is really smart, although he can't speak, he can understand people's words and know how to answer!"

People in the mountains work hard to farm, because there is little water in the mountains, and the drought is much more watering. The villagers carried flat poles, and those with oxen pulled ox carts to carry water from the clear water lake to water the ground. Seeing that other people's houses were beating the ridges, Meng Fan also carried the broken iron bucket at home to fetch water.

The iron bucket was very rusty, there were several holes at the bottom, and the water had already leaked before it reached the ground, and after going back and forth a few times, Meng Fan angrily threw the bucket to the ground.

Some people laughed at him and told him how a leaky bucket could fetch water. Lend him his own bucket and let him fetch water.

Meng Fan didn't do it, and stammered that he had a way to water.

"There are no buckets, how do you water?"

Meng Fan took the thumb-sized jade net bottle from his neck and filled it with water from the lake to water the ground.

Fool, how long do you have to pour this!

"Hey, I'm still stupid, when will I become a normal person." The old people shook their heads.

Meng Fan didn't care, he ran up and down the mountain, and was stunned to pour a bottle of every bud. The villagers thought he was still stupid, how could this small bottle of water be enough to water the ground. So many buds had to be killed, but Meng Fan stopped them and didn't let them help.

When it was time to harvest the bud rice, every household pushed a flat cart and carried a sack to break the bud rice, but Meng Fan hid in the haystack and played with the big yellow dog. Because his bud is not ripe yet, it is still growing.

The wasteland was three acres in size, and only one bud survived, and all the others died. But this bud rice is very famous, within a radius of hundreds of miles, everyone knows that the fool of Changshan Gully grows a refined bud rice.

Even tourists from Qingyuan Villa will come here to take a look, because this bud grows too evil. It looks like a large poplar tree, at least 20 meters tall. The ears of bud rice are the size of a child.

Even the insects that grow in the ears of rice are like kittens and dogs, fat and whirring, and they look scary.

"Erhuzi has a piece of Xiantian." The people in the village said proudly.

A year has passed, and the second crop of grain in other people's fields has been harvested, and Meng Fan's bud rice is finally ripe.

The tall bud tree was full of people, all wanting to see how big the bud could be.

With the help of the villagers, it took half a day of hard work to cut the buds with the big saws, axes, and hemp ropes used to cut down the trees. With a boom, the bud fell to the ground.

The people around were dumbfounded, and a bud was the size of a child's fist, and when it smashed on people, they were all bruised.

"Miracle, this land is really a fairy field."

Tourists are fresh and have paid for Meng Fan's bud rice.

Ten yuan, twenty yuan, just to buy a fist-sized bud rice.

"The second tiger is rich." Villagers said.

Meng Fan did make a fortune, even if a grain of bud rice is not valuable, but the amount is large, and the buds sold make him almost 10,000 yuan. For the rest of the bud rice, Meng Fan distributed some points to each family, and there was still a flat car left.

For the first time in his life, Meng Fan made a fire to cook, and it was very simple, he threw the bud rice grains directly into the pot to cook. Even so, the aroma of bud rice is also drooling from the greedy big yellow dog.

Seeing that it was wagging its tail and begging for mercy, Meng Fan patted the dog's head and scolded with a smile: "Forget it if you are hungry." ”

As if he understood Meng Fan and laughed with it again, the big yellow dog barked twice, licked Meng Fan's hand with his tongue deeply, put his front paws on the stove, and stretched his nose into the pot.

"It's really fine." Meng Fan smiled, took out the bud rice and tasted it.

Refreshing!

I have never eaten such delicious bud rice in my life, it is really sweet and delicious.

The big yellow dog was more direct, and he didn't care about Meng Fan beating it, jumped on the stove, took a bud directly from the pot, screamed hotly, and still swallowed it with a gobble.

Meng Fan didn't pay attention to it, but looked thoughtful. He was thinking, there was something wrong with the bud rice, how could it be the same as the spiritual liquid in the jade bottle, after eating it, he felt full of strength, and his brain became more flexible.

His conjecture soon came true, and not long after eating, something happened in the village, and men, women, and children, all of them were running around the village as if they had been doping. Even a few old men and women who were past their prime, got up in good spirits, dropped their crutches, and wandered around the village.

As for the children, they are even more lively, either scurrying around the village, or climbing the wall and trees to dig out birds' nests.

"I'll go, it's big this time." Meng Fan hid under the big tree and stared, he never thought that the corn watered by the spiritual liquid would also have this effect.

These days, he has been drinking the spiritual liquid produced in the jade net bottle, not only his brain is bright, he has already become like a normal person, but he is also refreshed, and his physical fitness has been greatly improved.

It was his secret, and he never told anyone. But this time it's over, the whole village has eaten his buds and become energetic, if this is tracked down by someone with a heart, the secret of the jade bottle will be discovered sooner or later.

"You can't pour spiritual liquid on the ground in the future." Meng Fan said in his heart. This kind of thing is too amazing, the jade bottle produces a drop of spiritual liquid every nine days, and after he drank it, his brain was bright, and his body was better. The reason why the ground is watered is to test how effective the spiritual liquid is, and what will happen to the plants when people and dogs drink it and become smarter.

Now he knew that the spiritual liquid in the jade pure bottle was simply divine liquid.

In fact, except for the people in the village who are extremely active, all the people who eat Meng Fanbud rice are in the same state. There was a lot of commotion in the ten villages and eight stores, and I thought I had taken the wrong medicine, but someone went to the town hospital to check, but did not find any problems.

Everyone knows that it must be because of Meng Fan's bud rice.

Suddenly, the villagers regarded Meng Fan's three acres of thin fields as immortal fields, because in their opinion, only the fields of immortals could grow such tall and magical buds.

For a time, men, women and children brought their families and mouths, holding ingots, candles, paper money, and incense to the east slope.

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