Chapter 15, The Teixiu Tree

"Huh? What seed is this? ”

After giving birth to the seeds of medicinal herbs in his hand to germination, Zhou Wenwen found an inconspicuous small box.

The small box is very ordinary wood products, yellowed and shoddy.

There are no signs on the surface, which looks a bit sloppy compared to the boxes that are specially used to hold medicinal herbs.

So much so that after Zhou Wenwen spawned all the other seeds, he saw such a small box.

Zhou Wenwen wiped the sweat from his forehead, let the ability energy in the space replenish his ability to consume the deficit, and sat on the ground and picked up the small box.

The small box has no lock, only a small mechanism that can be opened with a slight twist.

There was a piece of rice paper in the small box, Zhou Wenwen opened the paper, and only three words were written in it - Dixiu Shu.

It was written in a small seal, which was different from the handwriting on the herb shop, and it was obviously not written by the same person.

Zhou Wenwen touched the handwriting on it with his hand, and his hand was stained with a little black ink.

Apparently it hadn't been written for long.

After the medicinal seeds were sent to the warehouse, they were directly collected by Zhou Wenwen into the space, and before the ink dried, it represented the words written by the person who sent the seeds near the warehouse, and then they were delivered.

The old man that Zhou Wenwen thought of, isn't this kind of child too precious, he didn't worry about the guy in the store, and he personally sent it over?

Zhou Wenwen furrowed his brows and looked at the seeds in the box.

The seeds are white and jade-colored, and they are warm and moist in the hand, not like seeds, but like a good sheep fat jade.

It's the size of a thumb, and if you look closely, it also emits a faint fluorescence.

Zhou Wenwen chose a location closest to Lingquan Waterfall, dug a pit, and buried the seeds in it.

The deficit ability in his body had almost been replenished, and Zhou Wenwen put his hand on the surface of the soil and began to give birth to this so-called Emperor Xiu tree.

The green fluorescence spilled from Zhou Wenwen's fingertips, disappeared along the cracks in the soil, and nothing happened.

For a long time, the seeds showed no signs of breaking through the soil.

Zhou Wenwen was not in a hurry and continued to convey.

As a wood-based ability, she could sense that the seed had been around for too long, and that it had been too long for it to grow.

I think it's because it's not easy to grow and it's chicken, so they will sell it!

Otherwise, she really couldn't think of what the reason was.

Zhou Wenwen rested for a while when he was tired, and then continued to deliver abilities.

Zhou Wenwen didn't know how long it had been, but when he felt that he was about to lose his hold, a white jade-colored bud suddenly appeared on the ground.

Lived!

Zhou Wenwen's eyes lit up and he was in a good mood.

Precious plants are born in their own hands, and they always feel very satisfied.

Zhou Wenwen wanted to continue to give birth, but then it became a stone and sank into the sea, and there was no reaction.

Sprouts have grown, Zhou Wenwen doesn't worry much about the survival rate, in the space, everything must live!

Wait until your abilities are improved before spawning!

"Wang!"

Rhubarb's voice came from afar.

By the time Zhou Wenwen looked over, the husky pig had already rushed in front of Zhou Wenwen.

didn't brake, and sat Zhou Wenwen on the ground.

Nearly two hundred pounds of dogs.

With wind, it's faster.

If the house is demolished, no one can stop it!

Zhou Wenwen rubbed his temples, stood up and grabbed the back of the husky's neck, a sympathetic threat,

"Rhubarb, listen up, you are not allowed to harm the flowers and plants and small animals in it, otherwise I will eat dog meat!"

Rhubarb has an ability, and he is already a mutant animal, and his IQ will also increase, and he can understand Zhou Wenwen's words.

"Woo ......"

Rhubarb squawked twice, and his voice sounded a little aggrieved.

But the face is shy, and it looks like there is a hint of flattery.

This is the second brutal shovel officer in the family, don't dare to mess with it!

Seeing that Rhubarb was very self-aware, Zhou Wenwen nodded with satisfaction, and stroked the fur on Rhubarb's body, and then came out of the space.

Just after Zhou Wenwen left the space, the fur that rhubarb had been brushed up exploded in an instant.

More than 100 catties of meat were lying on the ground, and his face was a little relieved.

Being taken care of by the shovel officer, it's too scary!

Sure enough, it still likes that little shovel officer the most, and it's easier to bully!

After getting out of space.

Zhou Wenwen began to search for information about the Emperor Xiu tree on the Internet, and soon found the record.

It is actually a sacred tree that appears in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and like the Fusang tree, it only exists in the legendary sacred tree.

The Classic of Mountains and Seas. It is recorded in the Zhongshan Sutra: "The mountain of the small room, a hundred plants and trees...... Huang Hua is black, and the servant is not angry. ”

Legend has it that eating the fruit of the Teixiu tree can relieve any sorrow and relieve emotions.

What's more, there are also records that if you eat the fruit of the Dixiu tree, you can live forever.

No more information, no more.

It's just a legend, and no one records how it was planted, and no one can verify the authenticity.

Then we can only plant it.

The Emperor Xiu tree is very difficult to plant, and after germination, the absorbed vitality Zhou Wenwen can no longer be satisfied, so he can only wait for the promotion to give birth.

Glancing at the time, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Zhou Wenwen yawned and fell asleep in bed.

In the morning, Zhou Wenwen was woken up by a burst of fragrance.

After hurriedly washing up, Zhou Wenwen went to the kitchen.

Grandpa Zhou Liang wore an apron and hurriedly cooked.

Squirrel fish, make a dozen at a time.

Braised pork, directly cut a pot of meat, waiting to fry a big pot.

There are piles of ingredients on the ground, all waiting for Zhou Liang to show his skills.

"Wenwen is up, the buns are steamed, and the fish is ready, you can put it away while it's hot."

People who have experienced several famines know the importance of food and know that it cannot be exposed to hungry people.

Taking advantage of the current situation, you can cook and put the space, and eat when you want, which is convenient and fast.

"Okay! Good work, grandpa! ”

Zhou Wenwen put all the fish into the space, and then lifted the steamer.

A white mist filled the face, mixed with the smell of wheat and pork.

The meat buns made by Zhou Liang have thin skin and big filling, and when you bite into it, it is all thick gravy, and the taste of bursting in the mouth is endless.

It is said that when the old couple was young, they set up a stall to sell steamed buns for two years.

Zhou Wenwen took it in his hand and immediately took a bite, he couldn't stop inhaling, and he was reluctant to spit it out, stomping his feet back and forth.

"Delicious!"

My tongue is almost fragrant.

"In the past two days, the meat buns will be steamed first, and the vegetarian stuffing will be steamed in a few days."

Seeing that Zhou Wenwen likes to eat, Zhou Liang wiped his sweat and opened his mouth with a smile.

The steamer was brought from the countryside before, and there are several layers in a stack, and it can steam about fifty at a time.

At the end of the day, it's no problem to steam about 500.

"Where's Grandma?"

After Zhou Wenwen ate a bun, he left a dozen for breakfast, and put the rest into the space.

"I took Xiaochen to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and I saw that you slept late yesterday and didn't call you."

Zhou Liang said.

There is no shortage of vegetables at home, and there are many seeds, but the old couple is afraid that it will not be enough, and they are afraid that they will starve their sisters and brothers.