"I can't figure it out. We full-time farmers get up early and stay late, work hard every day to loosen the soil and apply fertilizer, and cultivate intensively. But what about you? You're a volunteer farmer, you come once every three days, and you go to bed when you come! You've only been in charge of sowing seeds from beginning to end, so why does your Xuanling Grass grow so well?"

Xu Zhifeng didn't want to pay attention to this guy who interrupted his sleep, but listening to his pretended tone of pathos, he pouted: "Don't you know very well? ”

He lifted his hand and gestured into the distance.

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time.

"Well, I know. ”

Just as is happening in the field now, the golden-eyed finch hunts pests and insect eggs, and at the same time leaves behind white feces that are very helpful for the growth of the Xuanling grass, and by the way, it can also loosen the soil.

What's more, even if Xu Zhifeng's field runs out of food, these birds will still fly back here to deliver fertilizer after eating in other people's fields.

They are like Xu Zhifeng's pets.

But the people in the management office of the planting area have long said that no one can raise golden-eyed finch, a bird that is associated with Xuanling grass.

Of the billions of full-time and amateur growers in this country, no one can do it.

Of the nearly 20 billion full-time or amateur growers in the world, no one can do it.

In fact, there was nothing abnormal in Xu Zhifeng's field before.

The golden-eyed finch wandered randomly in countless square fields, and the rain and dew were evenly wet, and those who saw it had a share.

But since a month ago, everything has changed.

"Can you tell me how the hell did you?" he asked again reluctantly, "please." ”

Xu Zhifeng's answer was concise and to the point, "No." ”

"Don't be so stingy, there are so many golden-eyed finch, I can't tell you much. ”

Ignoring him, Xu Zhifeng turned his head to look at the middle-aged man Tian on the right, with some playfulness in his eyes.

It's shameless.

A month ago, he laid more than 70 yellow plastic belts about 80 meters long and 0.01 meters wide in each gully in his field.

After that, the golden-eyed finches settled in his fields as if they were enchanted.

Since last week, this middle-aged man has been doing the same.

Not only middle-aged people, but also growers in at least hundreds of surrounding fields have followed suit.

But they were all in vain.

It looks exactly the same, but the golden-eyed finch just doesn't recognize it.

People can't figure it out.

Xu Zhifeng was not interested in answering these people's questions.

These people didn't say hello to him, and they didn't say anything good, so they knew that plagiarism was not a good thing.

If it weren't for the strict management regulations and monitoring in the planting area, his ribbon would have been stolen or dropped.

This yellow is certainly not an ordinary yellow, and its color numbers are red 243.181, green 253.976, and blue 139.445.

The color number is accurate to three decimal places, not even a single point.

Only the yellow color of this shade can resonate with the goldeneye finch's pupils and mislead it into thinking that it is a breeding area.

Those plagiarists who are stupid can figure it out on their own and ask the print shop to make a plastic belt that looks the same color.

If you're smarter, you'll secretly take the color calibrator and read it, and then get it.

But unfortunately, with the color calibrator that ordinary people in this town can buy, it can only read the accuracy of red 243, green 253, and blue 139.

As for three decimal places?

Wash and sleep.

The difference is a thousand miles, and the effect is like this.

This partial knowledge was not obtained by him out of thin air, nor was it original by himself, but from a bachelor's thesis he read on CNKI a month and a half ago.

The paper was not well-known and did not cause much of a sensation.

Xu Zhifeng could see that it was purely because he really couldn't stand being a dignified traverser, so he had to work tirelessly to plant grass.

Even if he only needed to come once every three days now, he couldn't stand it.

Life is so precious, how can you waste one-third of your life planting grass?

He had long wanted to get rid of it, so he searched almost all the papers on the knowledge network, and finally found this trick that suited him.

The yellow ribbon is thrown away, and everything is handed over to the bird.

This is the dream of all growers, and he has made it come true.

His routine is powerful, but so far, the explosive paper has not caused a sensation.

There are many reasons for this.

First of all, in a fixed area, the goldeneye has a limited number. If it is promoted on a large scale, the result is still rain and dew, which is equivalent to useless.

Second, the cost of making colors with excellent numbers accurate to three decimal places is too high, and there is no possibility of mass production.

But Xu Zhifeng has a spore clone, so he does whatever he wants.

He took a day out of the precious foundation building fluid production capacity to do just that.

He started work immediately after making the yellow belt, and sure enough, the effect was outstanding.

As for why he is reluctant to share it with others?

Nonsense!

The time cost of one day's foundation building liquid production capacity is as high as 500,000 yuan!

In addition, God knows how much he has spent in the past three years to brush up on his papers.

A bachelor's level CNKI account with an annual fee of up to 40,000 yuan.

The annual living expenses of an ordinary family of three who only eat meat and rice are 20,000 yuan.

Xu Zhifeng and his roommate who shared a house, the female college student, shared the same account, and they had to take out 20,000 yuan of real money a year.

In this world, the value of knowledge is so expensive.

In order to support the CNKI account, he has eaten cheap meat and rice for breakfast almost every meal in the past three years, and the whole person is about to become a demon.

For Comrade Xu Zhifeng, a traveler who is accustomed to eating Chinese food, it is hell.

In order to become a Xuanshi as soon as possible, he gritted his teeth and carried it.

At such a high cost, given the limited number of goldeneye finch, there is nothing to talk about.

It's hard for anyone to come.

"Stay where it's cool, you, there is no free lunch in the world, 10,000, no two prices. ”

Xu Zhifeng casually said a price, which didn't seem to be an exaggeration, but he definitely couldn't accept it.

The middle-aged man looked at him angrily, snorted in his nose, and then walked away.

Xu Zhifeng squinted at the goods and sent them away, but he thought in his heart.

If he does accept the offer, do you really want to agree to him?

Forget it, when the time comes, it's better to temporarily regret raising the price.

Shrug.

I really can't blame Manager Xu for being selfish.

Ding Song and the others are all small problems, and the greatest danger in this world comes from those terrifying beasts that often appear suddenly without warning.

This is the biggest source of urgency in Xu Zhifeng's heart.

He is also a volunteer farmer, and he has to become stronger to protect himself.

Xu Zhifeng stood up from his chair and looked down at his watch, as if it was time to get off work.

He was about to lean over and pick up the communicator and leave, but he froze.

He looked up into the distance, to the other side of his 078132 field.

The golden-eyed finch was frightened again, but this time it fled to the sky in a panic, and did not dare to turn its head.

A black figure seven meters tall was rapidly emerging.

The black figure was facing in his direction, on all fours, and his body was prostrate.

By the last rays of the setting sun, Xu Feng could barely see clearly that this thing had pointed ears, a diagonal triangular head, and fangs glowing with white light in a slightly open giant mouth.

A shrill alarm rang out over the communicator, followed by a gentle female voice.

"An urgent notice was inserted, and a large number of agile alien beasts appeared in the eighth planting area of Wenxing Town, about eighty to ninety, with an energy intensity of E level. The planters in the area were asked to evacuate quickly, and the mobile team of Wenxing Town immediately set off to assist the escort team in completing the extermination of the alien beasts. Everyone, come on, come on, come on!"

is still the female anchor with a sweet voice, and her tone is still so cheerful, but Xu Zhifeng just wants to scold.

There are as many as eighty or ninety beasts.

Different from county-level planting areas, town-level planting areas only have primary security systems, which is to be finished!