Isn't it milking, Gongsun Murong Hui, and he is very skilled, not that he is already a milker, but he only needs to learn it once.

The man who brought him was amazed by his skillful movements, stared and looked at him for a while, and after making sure that the man who had picked it up was really capable of doing the job, he left satisfied, and the number of guards changed from six to two, and he was also milking the cows beside him.

The labor force is limited, and you can't always send someone to keep an eye on an outsider, so what's the point if the person who picks it up milks the cows alone, and six people watch, and then rotates around?

Gongsun Murong's movements are not fast, he can't be fast if he wants to, he can milk at that speed, you are fast, the animal doesn't do it, but his efficiency is very high, and he can milk the maximum amount every time.

And he can also add a little internal force to it when milking, so that the milk-producing animals are more comfortable, and at the same time, the process of milking is smoother.

The person in charge of guarding the cow and the person who was also following the milking man saw the efficiency of the person who picked it up, and they looked at each other, and from each other's eyes, they both read the content of 'Could it be that this person used to raise Yipi beasts to sell milk?'.

It took two hours, Gongsun Murong and the other two people finished milking the five hundred and twenty Yipi beasts, and Gongsun Murong contracted the two hundred and seventy-five of them alone, which is called ability, and the blood is scattered, you can do anything.

Under the slightly respectful gaze of the two people, Gongsun Murong greeted, and the animals that had just been milked by him made a cheerful sound, obviously they were also comfortable.

When they came outside, the child who had delivered the felt yesterday ran over, carrying a basket, and when the three of them had washed their hands, they took out three basins from the basket, which contained bread boiled with milk and scattered meat foam.

Gongsun Murong picked it up and drank it all, stood in place and waited, sure enough. The man who brought him in reappeared, and this time brought him to a place where fat cattle were supposed to be eaten for meat, like pigs, except that the ground was not dirt, but was plastered with something like cement.

The person who brought him first demonstrated, using a brush and a water hose, brushing the ground and the livestock on the other. At the same time, the water in the hose washed the feces and other things into the ditch on the ground, and after brushing one, he looked at Gongsun Murong and pointed to a set of waterproof clothes next to him.

Gongsun Murong didn't say a word, put on his clothes from bottom to top, put on gloves, and started working with brushes and water pipes.

He did the same work much more neatly than the demonstrator, and the brush could accurately brush the dirt off the livestock, as well as on the ground. It doesn't work too hard to speed up the wear of the brush, and it can make the floor clean.

He always wants to let out a little internal force to make the livestock feel like he is being massaged, and he stands there comfortably and does not move, and then brushes a few times. It's clean.

The two people who accompanied him to work and were also in charge of monitoring him were confused again, and the movements of their hands began to slow down, and the two of them found out. Watching the people they pick up at work, no matter how dirty and tiring the work is, makes people feel like they are enjoying themselves. He can do a rough job to an artistic effect.

After three hours, all the circles were cleaned up, Gongsun Murong took off his waterproof clothes, took off his gloves, and asked the two people, "And... Miscellaneous... What do you do?"

Two: "......"

"You, will you say me, our words?" a man stammered.

"Simple...... ...... Flow...... Just... Just... Academy. Gongsun Murong said word by word.

"Genius. The two of them sighed, and took Gongsun Murong to the place where the poultry was raised, originally the two of them were supposed to change shifts to rest or do other things, but the two of them insisted that they should be with the person who picked up the name of Gongsun Anonymous, and they would rather work tiringly.

One of the poultry is to feed the children, and the other is to clean up the feathers and droppings.

Others feed the children to put the food in the trough, and then let the semi-free-range poultry rush over and squeeze and eat, Gongsun Murong is sprinkled with his hands, a grain like a bud and sorghum hybrid sprinkled down, the poultry happily eat.

The two accompanying people were frightened again, what kind of Cheng dù did this Gongsun scatter food without a name, that is, all the poultry in the semi-stocked fence did not need to be crowded, as long as they followed their own action habits, they could eat exactly one grain, and then they could eat another grain.

The fowl don't fight with each other, and they don't have time to scramble, and if the fowl could talk, they would be able to say, you're too accurate, and it's the most comfortable position I'm in mid-air, no matter the speed and the angle, it's perfect.

Gongsun Murong fed one fence after another, and then gave water, waited for a while, and waited for a while, and when the poultry who had finished eating and excreted, they went in to clean up, and the poultry obediently got out of the way and squeezed together to make room.

The two people who looked at Gongsun Murong had become numb, and they suspected that the person they had picked up was a professional breeder. Good ability, after waiting for Bikapodi, he wants to find a job will be very easy, others are willing to hire him like a job, high efficiency, good work, don't cause trouble, no problem, although he looks a little ugly, but he can still accept it comfortably without looking at his appearance.

Gongsun Murong could see that his appearance was ugly in the eyes of others, but he was very handsome in the eyes of the Galactic Civilization, looking at his face gave people a sense of kindness, confidence and fortitude, and he was even more elegant when he fought.

As a person with ugly appearance and body shape, since you can't use your looks to make people recognized, you need to use your actions to make people accept. When he had finished making the poultry, he asked the two men what else they were doing.

He was then led to a septic tank, where he had to constantly circulate water due to the limited space he could live in, and the excrement produced by the organisms had to be turned into nutrients suitable for plant growth.

Around the septic tank, there are many people who point sticks at the dirty water in the pool, chanting words in their mouths, and then the floating things on the dirty water are artificially concentrated, and then drenched in a jar, and the others sink to the bottom.

"Dedicate my life, let me use the power of God, and float!" This was the voice heard by Gongsun Murong, who wanted to use his spiritual power to touch other people's thoughts and reactions when they acted on the stick, but he held back.

Someone handed him a fine grid and asked him to squat on the floating object on the net next to the septic tank, and then poured it into a bucket and filled it with a bucket to ferment in the jar.

When others chanted the 'incantation', he carefully used the water system spell and internal force, and after each movement, the floating dirt would quickly gather in front of him, and in a few clicks he would fill a bucket, several times faster than the person who recited the incantation.

Then his speed began to increase, and the two men who accompanied him could only rush back and forth to carry the bucket, pour it into the jar, and when they came back, the new bucket was already full, and they ran over, emptied it, and ran back again.

At this time, as long as you are not a fool, you know that this ugly person called Gongsun Nameless who picked up has other means, otherwise the floating objects on the dirty water will not gather so quickly, and the things that should be suspended in the water will sink to the bottom in an instant.

It's just that everyone can't figure out what kind of means this is, and they want to ask but don't know how to speak.

In an hour, Gongsun Murong cooperated with everyone to finish the work in the septic tank for two days, and it was time to eat, a small piece of 'roasted' meat, a pot of vegetables and meat, and cakes.

Gongsun Murong can see that this group of people is not only baking but stewing, but it is simple, the question is that since you can bake cakes, why don't you use that pot to stir-fry?

After eating, when Gongsun Murong was about to find a job to do again, the person who brought him over took him to a room in a four-story building.

The two of them sat opposite each other, and the other party spoke first: "Gongsun Wuming, you will be at the place in three days, what do you think?"

Gongsun Murong knew the question of the title of the person who was called Herama Duo Langan, Hera Mado was the name, and Langan was the name of the position, just like the village chief, the chief, the chieftain or something, and at the same time, he also knew the other party's time calculation method, a day was equivalent to about twenty-nine hours and fifteen minutes of the galactic civilization.

Hearing the other party's inquiry, he thought for a while and said, "It's not clear yet, but I will make money to repay you first, and it's best to be able to live with you for a while, so that I can better understand your habits and rules." ”

Hearing his answer, Hera Ma Dolan Gan's eyes showed a happy look, he also hoped that the person he picked up could be with them, if this person couldn't work, he would find a way to send him away after getting to the place, be tactful, and not expect the other party to reciprocate. But now this person is obviously an all-rounder, all-rounder, and he very much hopes that the other party can stay and help the people who have just come to work to get more chances of survival.

His ideas are very simple, realistic and direct, the good ones find a way to stay, and the bad ones are sent away, but try not to offend people.

The answer he was getting now was exactly what he thought, and when he was happy, he hesitated and asked, "So, Gongsun Nameless, do you want to go out and work by yourself, and then come back to live with us when you are resting, or do you want to work with us?"

This question involves money, Gongsun Murong chooses the former, and the natural income will belong to him, and he will just take out a part of it for everyone to use as a cost for returning to life.

If the latter is chosen, according to the rules on their side, Gongsun Murong has to give the money he earns to Hera Ma Duolan Gan, and then Hela Ma Duolan Gan will distribute it.

For others, this is a very strict question, which determines the ownership of the fruits of labor, but will Gongsun Murong care about that money?

However, Gongsun Murong still thought for a while, and then said: "Let's work together, I don't understand anything, you arrange." ”

Hera Ma Dolangan's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously: "Okay, I'll give you more things when the time comes." ”

Then he hesitated again, stared into Gongsun Murong's eyes, and asked, "So, you, will you fight?" It is estimated that we will encounter robbing pirates recently, and they are always ......."

'Buzz~~~~!' Before he could finish speaking, a buzz sounded, followed by a noisy movement coming in from outside.

"Enemy attack. Herama Dorangan shouted and rushed out.

Gongsun Murong sat there alone and muttered, "You shouldn't ask about this, you will meet the enemy after asking, right? (To be continued......)