The next day it was overcast, and she didn't go to class.

Because there are many short-term workers, all the wasteland can be planted today, and what is planted today are relatively squeamish and difficult to live, and they are more precious.

Weak Xuan had to come over and cast a spell to make the newly planted herbs take root and sprout better.

Her spiritual power is limited, and it is impossible to take care of all such a large wasteland, so she can only come over every day to take care of the newly planted ones, and ensure that every seed, flower or medicinal herb planted can survive, so don't be so troublesome as needing to replenish the seedlings later.

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest." If they grow on their own, it is estimated that two or three out of 100 will not survive.

So weak Xuan has been working diligently in the fields these days.

In the villa, Mrs. Xuanyuan obviously felt that her grandson was not in the right mood these days.

Although the little grandson has few words and a cold expression as before, he stays in the house and reads every day except for class.

But she still sensed that her little grandson was not in the right mood.

And Xuanbao didn't come to the villa anymore, although Xuanbao was going to work in the fields and had no time, but she just felt that the two babies were losing their temper.

Although everyone else said that they didn't see them quarreling, she asked the others and learned that the little grandson had gone back to the villa alone a few days ago, and had not returned to the village with Xuanbao, so it was confirmed.

Xuanbao is so well-behaved and sensible, it must be the little grandson who made Xuanbao angry and made Xuanbao not come to the villa.

After all, in terms of annoyance, the little grandson just doesn't give the other party a single one in front of him, and he can be half dead!

Looking at the little grandson who was silently eating lunch opposite, she couldn't help but say: "It looks like it's going to rain this day, Xuanbao's flower field is not planted?" It's so empty, don't get drenched in the rain, get wet, and get caught in the cold. ”

Xuanyuan Que frowned slightly, and thought that flowers like sunshine and rain, and a little rain will not affect her.

He continued to eat, but unconsciously slowed down.

Old Madam Xuanyuan saw that he didn't speak, okay, the little grandson was not worried about Xuanbao, she was worried, and she continued: "I heard that Xuanbao's flower field can be planted today, I'll go and see what it looks like." If it rains, Xuanbao will be picked up by the way. Xiao Jiu, are you going? Didn't Han Lao assign homework? You don't have to go and see how the flowers and herbs grow? ”

Xuanyuan Que: "I want to go and see." ”

If it rains, that flower will definitely use spiritual power to give birth to the medicinal herbs and flowers she planted, and without spiritual power to protect her body, she may get sick when it rains.

She helped him heal, and he couldn't watch her get sick.

That is, that day, she was sincere in helping herself heal, and she said that she shouldn't do it.

Makes her angry.

I don't know if the gas has disappeared?

It's simple-minded, but he's just a child, and he doesn't understand anything, so he really doesn't have to be angry with her.

Teach it slowly.

After all, this life is short, but it has just begun.

Old Lady Xuanyuan smiled.

Outside the city, in the afternoon, the sky is getting more and more gloomy, and it looks like it will rain at any moment.

Fortunately, all the land was planted by this time, and the heavy labor of watering was saved.

Weak Xuan quietly cast a growth spell on the newly planted medicinal herbs on half of the mountain, and those slightly wilted medicinal seedlings were quietly rejuvenating at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

A spell exhausted all of the spiritual power of the weak Xuan, she stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the entire wasteland has changed from overgrown with weeds and desolate to clean and tidy, and the yellow earth that has been turned over, neatly and neatly green, is predictably full of green.

Yan Jiaojiao hugged her weak little arm and said: "The wasteland next to the official road is mainly planted with flowers, and when those flowers bloom in a month or two, there will be a sea of flowers on both sides, which is absolutely beautiful." In the future, there will be more places for people in the city to go out! ”

Yan Huan said with a slight: "There is an extra place to pick flowers, and so many flowers are planted on the side of the road, isn't it convenient for others to pick?" ”

Yan Jiaojiao nodded: "Indeed, girls love flowers." ”

Weak Xuan: "Don't be afraid, my father has hired three long-term workers to take care of these flower fields and medicine fields, and a room will be built here for long-term workers to live in, and I will write a sign on it to remind everyone not to pick." ”

She casts a small spell on the sign, and those who see it will naturally discourage the idea of picking.

Moreover, weak Xuan looked at the little white dog running around in the wasteland, recently the Demon Venerable didn't want to see the fat pig at home, ran out with her every day, and didn't want to go home, she planned to leave it here to guard the medicine field.

There is a demon venerable, within a radius of ten miles, and he can know who steals things.

Zhang Jie also said: "Xuanbao's land is outside the city gate, there are city guards patrolling day and night, I asked my father to tell them, let them help take a look, see someone stealing, scolded a few times, everyone knows that the officers and soldiers are guarding, so they don't dare to move the idea of fighting these medicinal herbs and flowers." ”

Yan Jiaojiao nodded: "That's a good idea!" ”

Weak Xuan also felt good, so she hugged Zhang Jie's little arm and pillowed her head on Zhang Jie's shoulder affectionately: "Thank you, Sister Jie, you are so good!" ”

Xuanyuan Que walked from afar, and when he saw the flower, he couldn't wait to hang it on Zhang Jie.

He frowned slightly, why does this flower like to touch people so much? She's not a morning glory.

Zhang Jie smiled: "This is the idea that my eldest brother came up with. ”

Weak Xuan raised her little head and said to Zhang Qian: "Thank you, Brother Qian!" ”

"You're welcome! In a word, soldiers have the obligation to protect the people and their talents. Zhang Qian smiled and touched weak Xuan's little head.

Zhang Qian didn't need to go to the academy today, so he went out of the city to see the excavation of the moat and the growth of the third crop of rice.

He thinks that Xuanbao, a three-year-old girl, is really too smart and has a good temperament, which makes people can't help but like it more and more.

That's when a few drops of rain began to fall from the sky, and then it became heavier and heavier.

Weak Xuan is the youngest among the children, Zhang Qian is the largest, and he is busy: "It's raining, let's go down the mountain and go back to the carriage to avoid the rain." The second brother pulled the little sister, Xuanbao, I will carry you down the mountain. ”

It was raining, the ground was slippery, and he was afraid that Weak Xuan would fall and get injured.

Zhang Qian was about to pick up Weak Xuan, but Yan Feng hurriedly grabbed Weak Xuan's hand and said, "I'll just carry Xuanbao down the mountain, Brother Zhang, you can take care of Miss Zhang." ”

Although Xuanbao is smaller than his sister, she is much heavier than his sister, he is worried that Yan Feng's back will not move and weak Xuan, "Xuanbao is fat, a little heavy, you are young, let me come." ”

Weak Xuan: "......"

Getting fat? A bit heavy? Is this talking about her?

Xiao Xuanhua looked shocked!

Xuanyuan Que watched the two of them fight for their backs to weak Xuan, he quickened his pace, came to the front of weak Xuan, turned his back to weak Xuan, and half-squatted down: "Come up, go down the mountain." ”

In order to prove that he was not heavy at all, weak Xuan decisively jumped on Xuanyuan Que's back.

Xuanyuan Que held her steadily.

Xuanyuan Que ignored the others, walked down the mountain with a steady step on his back, and cast a spell so that the raindrops could not fall on her.

Weak Xuan looked back at Zhang Qian and waved her hand, as if to say: Look at how light I am? Not fat at all!

She also deliberately asked loudly: "Brother Xuanyuan, am I heavy?" Tired or not? ”

"It's not heavy, it's light, it's as light as a petal."

Weak Xuan smiled, it's still the best Xuanyuan Shenjun!