The scale of Jiangcheng Prison was not very large, and soon, Zhuang Yichen moved to the front of the building in the prison command center. Lao Wang was looking up some previous literature inside, Zhuang Yichen thought for a while, and then pulled Niuniu and walked in.

Pushing open the door of the original Liu Jun's office, Lao Wang was sitting at his desk, concentrating on what to draw on the picture, and when he saw Zhuang Yichen coming in, he glanced up, then lowered his head and continued to get busy. "You kid is idle, what are you doing kidnapping my daughter here?"

Zhuang Yichen took a cup, poured himself a glass of water from the water dispenser, and then said while drinking: "After all, this will be my daughter-in-law in the future, so you have to cultivate your feelings in advance~!" ”

"Oh, you still dare to beat my daughter's idea, then you wait, my daughter can cheapen you?"

"Haha, that's not necessarily, the girl can't help you when she grows up." Zhuang Yichen joked with him for a few words, and then looked at the drawings on his desk. "What is this drawing?"

"Initial plan of the camp." Zhuang Yichen took a cursory glance and saw that all the excess vacant land in the entire camp had been planned as cultivated land, and there were several more toilets in addition to it.

"Why do you have so many toilets?" Zhuang Yichen couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"Of course it's! Do you continue to use the flush toilet? The pressure on the underground water system in the prison is already very high, and it is a luxury to have water to take a bath in this world, and it is not a loser to flush the toilet again? ”

Zhuang Yichen thinks about it carefully, it does make sense! "Haha, that's right, alas, your kid's heart is really thinner than a woman."

Lao Wang glanced at Zhuang Yichen proudly, and then hugged Niuniu and played with his daughter.

Zhuang Yichen sat idle for a while and felt bored, so he opened his mouth to gossip about him and Zheng Xiaoyu's sisters. "Alas, I said Lao Wang, what is the situation between you and Zheng Xiaoyu's two girls."

Lao Wang was busy tying Niuniu's hair, and when he heard this, he glanced at Zhuang Yichen and said, "What can there be, pure comradeship!" ”

", it's also TM comradeship! Why don't you clean up the house for me, why don't you bring me tea and water! ”

"Hey, Niuniu is here, talk well." As he spoke, he tied Niuniu's hair in a beautiful high ponytail, pinned a bow to her ear, and sent her out to play by himself.

"To be honest, although those two girls killed Matt a little, they are really good!"

"That's right! You look good and have a good strip, so what are you trying to do? I see you're still hiding from people everywhere, why?"

"Maybe it's too enthusiastic, I can't bear it." Zhuang Yichen was just about to scold him for hypocrisy, when he saw Lao Wang pause and continued.

"Actually, the main thing is that I can't let go of Niu Niu and his mother. Do you know Niu Niu's name? ”

"Well, Wang Sicun, I think of it."

"When I went out of the east gate, there were women like clouds. Although it is like a cloud, I think about it. That's probably it, after she appeared, no matter how many girls there were, it didn't make much sense. ”

"After her mother died in a car accident, I haven't looked for her. I always feel like everyone else is missing something. ”

Zhuang Yichen was stunned for a while, and he didn't know what to say for a while. "You also talked to Zheng Xiaoyu about this, right?"

"Aang, yes. How do you know? ”

"Alas, that's right! Infatuation and melancholy, literary vicissitudes. A middle-aged uncle like you is simply the favorite of the girl who killed Matt! ”

Time is like water, long and long. More than half a month has passed in a blink of an eye. In the future, whenever Zhuang Yichen recalls it, he feels that that peaceful and quiet time is like a sweet dream that people don't want to wake up from.

The outside world is still quiet, October is coming to an end, and it is time to harvest the second crop of rice in Jiangcheng.

The whole Jianghuai region is not like Northeast China and North China, there is a concentrated production base of commercial grain, and at a glance, there are thousands of acres of fertile land, boundless. Most of the rice fields here are scattered on the outskirts of the city, small towns and small villages, and countless rice fields cut by meandering rivers are interspersed with small fish ponds and orchards. Together with the autumn breeze, the fruity aroma of rice quietly drifts away with the breeze between the green tiles and white walls.

The Yangtze River passes through the city, and the river city stands peacefully on the thousands of miles of fertile fields washed and piled up by countless tributaries. Although the tide of urbanization in recent years is as unstoppable as the tide on the Yangtze River during the rainy season, the most primitive picture of the Jiangnan water towns in those suburban villages has still been completely preserved.

The Dawning Camp, which has stabilized, begins the task of the autumn harvest. A large number of survivors were organized and began harvesting rice fields from village to village under the protection of the army. Although the grain output is not as good as before after the ravages of monsters, the newly harvested rice ears are still being transported to the Dawn Camp in a steady stream. The joy of such a harvest inspires the hearts of every survivor in the Dawn Camp, and even the voice of the announcer who announces the news at 7 p.m. every night carries inexplicable joy.

During this time, everything in the prison camp was on track. Zhuang Yichen spends all his time on cultivation except for eating and sleeping and occasionally playing with Niuniu for a while. Under such accumulation, his strength has also reached the peak of a one-star mage, and among the sources of magic power in his body, a point of light has also appeared on the position of the second magic crystal, and there are slowly signs of condensation.

In between, he combed through all the magic he had learned, and then learned two new spells from the legacy of the Tower of the Dead. One of them is the upgraded version of the frost armor, the frost shield, and this time Zhuang Yichen finally has a defensive magic that can protect the whole body.

The other is Elemental Blast, which concentrates a large amount of dark elements around the body, and then instantly ignites to create a powerful explosion field that knocks enemies around you away. This can be regarded as a defensive and offensive magic, especially for Zhuang Yichen. With this magic, you are no longer afraid of other people's hand-to-hand combat.

Lao Wang's strength is still unpredictable, he seems to have an innate affinity for the fire element, the same is meditation, Zhuang Yichen has the meditation technique inherited from the Tower of the Dead, while Lao Wang is a wild way of his own talent perception. But after practicing together for one night, the harvest of his cultivation was comparable to Zhuang's.

What made Zhuang Yichen even more depressed was that Lao Wang hadn't condensed the magic crystals at all. He wasn't even a one-star mage, so he could easily condense all kinds of big fireballs and small fireballs. The control of the fire elemental is even subtle enough to be used to light a cigarette. Presumably this kind of person is the legendary genius.