Under the strict training of the thief master, Fang Xiaobao has exquisite skills, the knife hidden at the bottom of the tongue is still not visible, and there are a few pieces of 'pulp' in his mouth, which is easy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I just don't know, what the hell is this 'fruit'? Are there any seeds in the pulp? Is it suitable for planting in a bitter kiln environment?

When Ma Wenfang and the sage A ghost and a group of bereaved people came around. Fang Xiaobao spit out a few pieces of pulp and handed them to Ma Wenfang for inspection. He is a right-hand man, gifted with perverted memory and erudite, and should be able to see the 'fruit' variety.

Ma Wenfang carefully picked up a piece of pulp, looked at it carefully, and immediately looked at it with surprise.

"It's a sand potato!"

Sure enough, Ma Wenfang saw at a glance that this fruit variety is a special crop in the southwest coastal area, sand potato, the attribute is between grain and fruit, it can be eaten raw or cooked, although the taste is not good, but the nutritional value is extremely high.

"Potatoes can be sown by tubers and reproduce asexually."

Ma Wenfang pointed to the surface of the sand potato pulp, "Look, these potholes and spots are bud eyes, as long as they are planted, each bud can produce a stubble of sand potato seedlings!" ”

Fang Xiaobao's face was full of surprise after hearing this. He only needs one seed, and the sand potatoes he has now have dozens of sprouts, which are enough to give birth.

"Wen Fang, are there any environmental restrictions on the cultivation of this sand potato?" That's the key. Fang Xiaobao asked impatiently.

"Sha potatoes are protected from light, hardy and have a short growth cycle...... It can be said that it is the most suitable plant for growing in the mining environment! ”

Ma Wenfang said this, thought about it and said: "However, sand potatoes are very particular about fertilizer, and the soil of the planting site must be fertile enough to grow well!" ”

After hearing this, Fang Xiaobao looked around the bitter kiln and scratched his head. The predecessor of the bitter kiln was a mine cave, and there were many rocks and little soil inside. If you want to find a piece of fertile land to cultivate, I am afraid it is not easy.

Of course, he now has enough spring on hand to produce a large number of sand potatoes, even if the land is not fertile. It's just that the results are much worse.

"Xiaobao, we know that there is a piece of fertile land, which is definitely suitable for planting sand potatoes!"

A ghost mad lion knife mantis outside the rat, the two bitter kiln four heavenly kings stood up, patted their chests and swore and said.

Fang Xiaobao didn't believe these goods, and looked at the sage. But he saw that the sage touched his beard and said with a smile: "They are right, there is ...... in this bitter kiln There's really a piece of fertile land! ”

"Then what are you waiting for, take me there!" Fang Xiaobao was already a little impatient, and wanted to let these bereaved partners see his anti-heaven birth methods.

Under the leadership of Ah Ghost and the others, Fang Xiaobao soon came to what they called 'Fat Land'.

The surrounding light is dark. A foul stench fills the air. It turns out that this so-called 'fertile land' is the place where the deceased go to the toilet.

Looking at the dung pit where feces and urine had accumulated in front of him, Fang Xiaobao turned his head to look at the sage and said with a wry smile: "This land is fertile enough, but there is no soil, so you can't grow anything!" ”

"Come with me!"

The sage gave him a look of 'reassurance'. After that, walk around the pit and head inside. At the same time, some people lit torches to illuminate the surroundings and prevent their feet from slipping into the dung pit.

After bypassing the large manure pit, there is still nearly a thousand square meters of space inside. The floor is no longer paved with wooden planks, and it feels soft when you step on it.

"Xiaobao, you see if it's okay here!"

The sage and a gang of relics stopped. Fang Xiaobao looked at it, and the ground under his feet was obviously sunken compared to the surroundings. I bent down and grabbed a handful of dirt, which was dark brown and smelled faint when I looked at it.

"This turned out to be a dung pit, too!"

Ma Wenfang glanced at it and gave this sentence.

"Not bad!" The sage nodded. This was originally a dung pit, but after an unknown number of years, the dung pit was full and buried by the remnants who were later imprisoned.

The soil is mixed with feces and urine, and after years of fermentation, it is transformed into the most fertile soil. It can be said that it is most suitable for growing crops such as sand potatoes.

"I'll give it a try!"

Fang Xiaobao picked up a sand potato cube, put it on the ground, and covered it with a thin layer of soil. After that, I saw him stretch out his right hand, and a colorful mist immediately appeared in the palm of his hand, and the wisps merged into the inside of the sand potato cubes buried in the soil.

To succeed or not to succeed? To be honest, Fang Xiaobao has no bottom. Because he had never grown a sand potato, he had to test it with his own hands to come up with a definite answer.

A fountain of tracing the stream gushes away. Including Fang Xiaobao, all the bereaved people looked at the place where the sand potatoes were planted, with burning anticipation on their faces, and great eagerness.

Undoubtedly. The spring of tracing the flow has the effect of reversing the sky, and this fertile land is also suitable for the breeding of sand potatoes.

After the integration of the Fountain of Traceability. In a matter of seconds, small shoots emerged from the black-brown soil and began to grow wildly at a visible rate.

Before everyone could react, a dozen potato plants grew to more than two feet tall and began to fork and produce white flowers at the top. And soon the plant withered and died, and more shoots began to emerge in the same place, growing wildly.

Up to five minutes.

A drop of the effect of the spring of tracing the flow seems to be exhausted. However, at this moment, where Fang Xiaobao had planted sand potato chunks before, a large cluster of plants appeared out of thin air, full of greenery, and there were nearly 100 trees.

It's done!

Fang Xiaobao also ignored the bereaved companions around him who were so shocked that his jaws fell to the ground, he pulled up a plant, revealing a tuber full of roots.

Strip off the dirt. It can be clearly seen that under a plant, there are three fist-sized tubers, which are round and the surface is black, which is the sand potato that Fang Xiaobao had eaten before.

Breaking off a piece of sand potato, Fang Xiaobao wiped it clean with his clothes, and immediately bit it. 'Flutter', the juice splashes, crisp as fruit, sweet and refreshing.

The sand potatoes produced in this dung pit feel even more delicious than what I have eaten before!

"Delicious! Delicious!"

Fang Xiaobao was full of praise. At the same time, he instructed the bereaved friends around him not to be idle, and to taste the taste of sand potatoes.

"Brother, you're so good!"

"This breeds talent...... It's too perverted, it's too rebellious! ”

At this moment, the bereaved people around them came back to their senses, and they all cast admiring glances at Fang Xiaobao. Only the sage squinted at the old eyes, and it was not strange...... The old man seems to have expected all this.

"Let's try it first!"

At the beckoning of Ah Ghost, the bereaved prisoners began to pull out the sand potato tubers and enjoy the delicious taste cultivated from the dung pit.

"Don't worry!"

Ma Wenfang interrupted, looked at everyone, and said slowly: "According to the characteristics of plants, they will absorb the metanutrients in the soil...... This soil comes from the mine, and it doesn't contain silver metal, so let's not taste it with our mouths first, in case of accidents! ”

This is a new problem!

Fang Xiaobao was originally excited after hearing this, but he immediately became heavy. If the potato absorbs the silver metal in the soil, it will not be eaten by the human body, which will cause the whole project to fall short.

The sage obviously thought of this as well, his expression was a little solemn, and he thought for a while and said, "Red wolf, your beast claws have the strongest defense against silver, you can try it first." ”

The red wolf is the young remnant who drilled wood to make a fire earlier. I saw that after he heard the sage's command, he didn't say a word, and directly stretched out his paw to cut a piece of sand potato.

The juice flows. The red wolf crouched down, tried it with its paws, and then applied the potato juice directly to his arms.

"Nope! No silver ......"

After a few consecutive attempts. I saw that his face was full of excitement, and he reported the situation to the sage. Before he finished speaking, he had already picked up the sand potato that had been cut, and despite the fact that it was covered with dirt, he put it in his mouth and ate it.

"Without silver, the food problem can be solved!"

"Then what are you waiting for, everyone eat!"

The bereaved prisoners, who had been eager for a long time, all started to do it at this moment, pulled out the plants, began to collect the sand potato tubers, and chewed and ate them.

"Delicious! It's delicious! ”

"I can't remember how many years I've not eaten such delicious food!"

All the remnants, including the sage, feasted like hungry wolves. While eating, I was full of praise.

They eat a lot of food, hundreds of plants, and produce at least three or four hundred catties of sand potatoes. It was swept away in just a few minutes.

"Brother, I left you a piece as a seed!"

A ghost eats the most fiercely. But in the end, he didn't forget to spit out a piece of sand potato skin and brought it to Fang Xiaobao as if he was invited.

"If you expect your kid to show mercy, we won't want to escape!"

Fang Xiaobao picked up a piece of sand potato in his hand and scolded with a smile. Afterwards, he saw the sage, Ma Wenfang, and others, each of whom had a piece of sand potato in their hands.

As long as the seeds are endless, there is a retroactive spring of anti-heaven effect, and the first step of the escape plan is to produce a large amount of food, which can be realized soon.