On the way, Jiao Ming thought of the location of the transplant: directly below the window of his room. As soon as www.biquge.info small door panel pit was dug halfway, it was seen by the old door panel passing by, and the old sycophant turned around and took out a wooden shovel from the side of the cowshed, and quickly started to do it.

"You feel sorry for your son. Jiao Ming, who was riding on the back of the ox, laughed and teased.

"That's what both father and son should do. ”

Planting the backfill and watering, after everything was completed, Jiao Ming looked at the rattan leaning against the wall, nodded with satisfaction, and the old door panel immediately laughed flatteringly: "If the adults have any trivial matters, just tell the small ones, where do you need to do it yourself, look at your dirty clothes." ”

"You owe a credit to your father and son. Jiao Ming patted the old door panel's shoulder to show encouragement, and then told him to go and find Xiao Shi. The tools are simple, the movements are rough, and it is certain to die if they are replaced by some delicate plants, but the creeper is known for its tenacious vitality, so Jiao Ming is very confident in the success of transplanting. A few minutes later, Jiao Ming pointed to the rattan and said to Xiao Shi with an expectant face: "This is the creeper, see if you can do an experiment?"

Xiao Shi's head shook like a rattle: "This is too small." No, no, no!"

"Is it okay to be bigger?" Jiao Ming could easily give up.

The "......" poem is also a little inaccurate.

Jiao Ming estimated that today's work was done in vain: "I'll take you out tomorrow to see the big creeper." Early the next morning, Jiao Ming couldn't wait to take Xiao Shi to ride a bull, Xiao Shi looked around the creeper for a while, and finally replied: It should be okay to practice for a while.

Jiao Ming happily picked up Xiao Shi and kissed him, even he didn't understand why he was so excited, Xiao Shi wiped his face with his clothes in disgust, and then sat on the back of the cow and kept hitting him on the back with a small fist: "You have to ask me before you can kiss!"

Jiao Ming smiled and apologized, then urged the hammer to run quickly and rushed back to the castle before the math class.

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In the next three or four days, everyone in the whole castle was busy, only Jiao Mingxian's egg hurt, after all, he is now missing an arm and a broken leg, and he can only communicate with the hammer and play with the unicorn fairy by the way in the time outside of math class. Out of boredom, Jiao Ming even felt that this black unicorn fairy had become cute, until it was taken away by an unknown bird during a release. Jiao Ming's migraine recurred instantly, lying on the back of the cow and humming in pain, and every time he throbbed, the hammer below followed a trembling.

Jiao Ming pressed the throbbing pain behind his ear, and didn't even bother to wave his hand at the bird that turned into a black spot in the sky, so he hurried back to the castle to find Xiao Shi for a mental massage.

When I entered the castle, I saw that several aunts were handing out coarse cloth sheets to a group of ragged coolies, who had apparently just been purchased. Jiao Ming casually found a familiar aunt and maid, asked where Xiao Shi was, and then saw Xiao Shi at the granary who was supervising the work of the coolies.

didn't even need to explain the situation, Xiao Shi just saw Jiao Ming's wrinkled face, so she climbed on the back of the cow and pressed his forehead.

"It's good to have you. The pain was quickly relieved, and Jiao Ming sighed sincerely.

"What's wrong?"

"That unlucky bug was eaten by a bird. ”

At dinner, Binglian saw that Jiao Ming's soul was injured again, so she said a few words of concern, and Jiao Ming said that it was okay. Then he asked about the newly purchased coolies: "There should be no shortage of coolies, right? And isn't the coolie expensive lately?"

The corners of Binglian's mouth curled, and there was a rare pride in her words: "After my mother inspected the crops, she said that thanks to my demonized soil, there was actually a shortage of harvesters, and the production of earthworms could not be stopped, so I urgently bought some coolies from Sardinia City to come back." ”

"Congratulations. ”

"Celebrating a good harvest?"

Jiao Ming laughed and replied, "Of course, congratulations on the recognition of your magic. Binglian was very satisfied with this answer, and her smile became even brighter.

It rained lightly one night, but the next day it was a cloudless sunny day, and at noon Lady Purple Feather presided over a simple ceremony, and the autumn harvest was opened. During the ceremony, Jiao Ming saw that Lady Purple Feather's right hand was already intact, and if Ms. Huang Ye was compared, this crocodile lord mother was at least eight-ringed.

Seeing that people were hiding in the one-person-high sorghum field with stone sickles in their hands, Jiao Ming found a small soil bag, put his broken leg on the back of the ox, stretched his neck, and raised the viewing angle as much as possible, and the figures of everyone were in full view: everyone was harvesting along the ridges, and the sorghum handfuls were put down one by one, and the whole sorghum field seemed to be a neatly placed big red domino, and the first domino had been toppled down.

The green light on Master Mar's hand flashed, and the harvest was like flying, and the Purple Feather Lady was skillful and swift, and the harvesting efficiency was second, and none of the female warriors she brought back were lazy. Ice Lotus is more embarrassing, although she has the talent of the water demon medium of the five rings, she has not been trained by magic warriors, and her strength and endurance are only a slightly stronger ordinary person's level, and she is slower than the little ones, but she is still much faster than those coolies who can't eat.

Sorghum is more than one person tall, harvesting is more troublesome than rice, the harvesters should first bend down with the left arm to hold a pinch of sorghum to the armpit, and then use the right hand to cut off the root from the left to the right with a stone sickle, and then take advantage of the situation to drop the sorghum under the armpit as slowly as possible on the ground behind them to prevent the most mature particles from falling off, and finally step forward to repeat the action just now.

It was only about ten minutes that the difference became more and more obvious. Master Marr relied on the sharpness of the earth-based magical artifact in his hand, and his speed was twice that of Lady Purple Feather. The magical warriors led by Lady Purple Feather became the second group as a group of giant monsters, and their efficiency was about three times that of the coolies and guards. Binglian and the little ones are sandwiched between the two groups of people, the speed is uneven, and a few little guys can't suppress their childlike nature, scratching itches and lifting pants and other small movements.

At this point, Jiao Ming is really a little convinced, whether the aristocratic lords of the crocodile are exploited or not is another matter, but he can definitely be regarded as a model worker who does not mix a little water.

At this time, the second group entered, mainly maids and maids, and some thin coolies, who plucked the red ears of grain from the sorghum stalks that had fallen to the ground, put them in sacks, and stacked them on the back racks of the cows.

The ears of grain were carried to the open space in front of the castle gates, and the sacks were emptied again, and the old door panels and a few wrinkled coolies spread the ears out to the sun. Xiao Shi led the door stone and six small household appliances to wait here, each of them was given a long pole carrying rags, and his job was to drive away the birds and birds that came to steal food. Their bare little feet stepped on the crimson sorghum, grinning and laughing, and they didn't know whether the soles of their feet were itchy from the ears of grain, or they were happy with the harvest.

Vera's father and daughter, who had a weak sense of existence, also appeared here, and the old man looked at the fiery red all over the ground, and his expression changed. Vera also held a long pole with rags and squatted beside her father, but she was listless, and even if a bird landed nearby, she didn't bother to wave it away.

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After a few round-trips, Jiao Ming lost the novelty and excitement at the beginning, and habitually lay on his back on the back of the hammer and bask in the sun with his eyes closed. When he was drowsy, he was slapped on the shoulder, and Binglian's calm voice sounded in his ears: "There is a small ritual, I think you should take a look." ”

Jiao Ming sighed, commanding the hammer to keep up with the ice lotus, but he was puzzled in his heart. If it's a good thing, Bing Lian won't have a cold face, but if it's a bad thing, Bing Lian won't be so unhurried. It's really strange and weird.