This is no ordinary potato.

The system prompts to continue to jump out: "The original fast-growing potato seed can be divided into four petals, planted separately, with a growth cycle of 72 hours, no surname division growth mode, and can continue to be divided and planted after maturity." After 10 consecutive plantings, normal potato growth mode is restored, normal edible items, special effect: none!

After swiping the screen three times in a row, the system prompt disappears and the screen of the game's external receiver returns to the off state.

Duang was stunned......

There is nothing special about daring to love this potato who looks stunned, but it has such a magical effect...... Damn, according to the system prompt, this potato can be cut into four petals, and then planted separately, and it only takes seventy-two hours to mature, produce new potatoes, and then plant, replant, and replant...... Isn't this an endless shortage of potatoes and beans? Okay, let's count according to the four new potatoes each time, the first time you can produce four × four, a total of sixteen potatoes, the second time is sixteen × four and then × four, that is, two hundred and fifty-six, the third ...... 10th ...... I can't count it, it's much older anyway......

Even if it is the tenth time, the effect of rapid growth disappears, there are already countless potatoes at that time, there is no problem in continuing to plant, potatoes do not occupy fertile land and do not need too advanced planting technology, as long as you bury it in the ground, a few months later a dig is a large area!

The most important thing is that there is no such thing in the Bauhinia Empire, so how much can it make if it is sold? Thinking of this, Du Ang was like a wild boar that had beaten 5000cc of chicken blood, and he was ** in an instant, as if he saw countless baskets of stacked potatoes beckoning to him in front of him, and then countless shiny gold coins rushed towards him like crazy.

As the only son of Count McNuss, Duon was not short of money, and every month he had ten gold coins in pocket money, which was far richer than the average person. However, who hates too much money? Of course, the more things the merrier, especially now that Duon has become a magician, he needs a lot of magic items, such as magic wands, crystal balls, magic skill books, etc., which of these things does not cost money? …… Damn, this potato is so precious, it's a huge cornucopia, it's a send-off. Duang didn't want to eat potato stew anymore, and if anyone dared to eat this potato, Duang would go crazy within ten counts.

Duang was not in a hurry to sleep, so he called for four large pots, and then closed the door and did it himself, cut the potatoes into four pieces, planted them, and watered them a little. The system prompt didn't say to let it be watered, but Du Ang felt that no matter how magical the potato was, it was still a potato after all, it was a plant, and since it was a plant, it had to be watered to grow faster, otherwise how would it fight zombies in the future?

Forget about fertilization, it's so late, Duang has nowhere to find fertilizer, he can make a little himself, but the quantity is not enough.

Besides, it stinks!

When he woke up the next morning, Justin came to Duon and asked him what the jackpot had been drawn. Duang didn't hide it from him, and told him about the potatoes he had drawn. Just like Duang thought before, Justin was stunned for a moment, and then pointed at Duang and laughed and said You have too many ideas, so you finally draw this thing after a lottery? Duang didn't say anything, and waited until Justin finished laughing before he told him about the miraculous effect of this potato. At this moment, the expression on Justin's face became serious, and he clicked his lips and said, "Damn, aren't you going to get rich?" ”

"That's what I thought too."

"That...... When your batch of potatoes is ready, can you give me one? Justin licked his lips.

Looking at this fat foodie, Du Ang asked vigilantly, "What do you want to do?" ”

"I want potato chips!"

"No, absolutely not, you can eat as much as you want in the future, and no one cares about you if you die. But now, I warn you, don't let you beat me with these potatoes! ”

After chatting for a while, Justin said that he was going to the Imperial Magicians Association to go to the Wizards Association, to have some personal matters, and by the way, to urge Du Ang to try the illusion of the matter, and he would not come back tonight, and I wish Du Ang a happy life in advance. Duang said you won't give me some gifts? Excuse me? Justin said of course he would send it, but he would have to wait until he came back.

Justin was gone, leaving Duon alone in the room in a daze, looking at the calendar on the wall, he was a little stunned.

It has been fourteen years since I came to this Bauhinia Empire, which seems to be the Middle Ages in Europe, and it has been more than 5,000 nights, and I have a new name and a new identity, and I have grown from a baby with small arms and legs to a young boy today, which is a very magical thing.

Time flies, and when I think about it, many things from the previous life have faded away, like autumn leaves, dry and yellow, section by section blurred, as if the old record player was squeaking and slowly rewinding, and even some of the things of this life cannot be remembered. Duang felt very sad and wondered if he was getting old. In the previous life, he was in his prime, in his early twenties, and now he is fourteen years old...... Alas, the body of a teenager, but the heart is already running four!

When he just crossed over, Du Ang also sighed like this, but at that time, the emotion was more helpless, sad, and a desperate farewell to the past years. The place called the earth, the city called Yanjing, the parents, relatives, and friends who lived there, turned into a cloud of smoke in the blink of an eye, and they could no longer be seen. Du Ang's tears flowed silently, but he also knew that he couldn't change it, so he could only accept his fate.

But now, he knows that he still has a chance to go back and regain the past life that has haunted him for more than ten years. He can have the opportunity to compensate his elderly parents, to do his filial piety at their knees, to see his relatives whose faces are becoming more and more blurred, to reunite with his fox friends and dogs, to get together with a horse and to drink and watch the game, to brag without any responsibility, to judge a beautiful girl passing by on the side of the road, and then to whistle like a hooligan.

Du Ang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and suddenly smiled, unable to tell whether it was joy or sorrow.

He wanted to go back, of course he wanted to go back. However, hidden behind the word 'go back' is another inseparable parting.

The beautiful Countess, the mother of her own world.

The person who Du Ang is most reluctant to be right now is her.

When he was very young, Du Ang couldn't sleep, and every time this old mother held him and coaxed him, letting him sleep peacefully.

When he was three years old, Du Ang had a serious illness, and it was this old mother who stayed in front of the bed for a night, bringing water and feeding medicine, and patting him on the back corner, and when Du Ang got up the next day, her eyes were already bloodshot.

When he was older, she would put her arms around Duang affectionately, show him the stars and the moon, and give him many interesting things in the past.

She loves to shout Duang my sweet little pumpkin, dear little Duang, my precious son. Before Justin came to the Earl's Court and locked Duon in the house to endorse the book, every night when he was going to bed, the Countess would come to Duang's little bed, kiss him gently on the face, and say I love you, good night.

Du Ang remembered these things, he didn't forget them at all, and in his heart, he had identified with this "mother"

Duang is not a prince, let alone a poet, and he is not allowed to think about the question of life or death, but the choice of staying or leaving also makes him toss and turn, and hesitates.

Suddenly, Du Ang slapped his thigh and said fiercely: "TMD, whatever, at this rate, when five hundred tasks are completed, the beard on Lao Tzu's face will be a lot, and the things at that time are tangled now?" ”

If there is wine today and drunk today, who cares if you sell the cabinet tomorrow and drink it to death...... That's what Duang thinks now.

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