Bai Su swallowed nervously.

The centaur in front of him is nearly three meters tall and full of oppression, with smooth and toned muscles on his body and an extremely toned upper body. His fur was a shiny light brown, his skin was a sensual wheat, his half-length gray hair was casually draped, and his deep features were piercing, inquiring eyes.

Bai Su is a gay, and the centaur in front of him is Bai Su's heavenly vegetable from appearance to figure.

But Bai Su didn't dare to have the slightest charming thought at the moment, in fact, he was about to break down and cry.

It's a fantasy creature!

Seeing Bai Su's strange expression, the centaur spoke again: "Don't be nervous, farmer, it's just a routine check." He flicked his tail impatiently, "Or do you happen to be suffering from centaur allergies today, when humans and centaurs have made a peace and friendship pact?" ”

A cauldron of racism weighed down, and Bai Su had to explain: "No, sir, I just woke up from my sleep, and I haven't come back to my senses yet—in fact, I like centaurs very much, and I think you are very handsome." ”

As far as the eye can see, the centaur has a much gentler attitude.

Bai Su breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the sycophants were not in the wrong place.

Bai Su tried his best to learn from his tone to speak, and when he saw that he called himself a farmer, he raised the ear of rice in his hand and asked tentatively, "Have you ever heard of hybrid rice?" ”

"Hybrid rice? What is that? "Centaurs, who have always been known for their wisdom and impartiality, and who are skilled in many sciences, have never heard of this name.

"It's just a crop with a very good yield, high nutritional value, and great taste."

"Well, you people from out of town always have something weird." The centaur was noncommittal about his introduction.

Bai Su heard him call himself from out of town, so he immediately wrote it down and updated his personality.

After a brief conversation, the centaur entered the topic: "Recently, a few orcs have been smuggled into the capital, and some people say that they have witnessed their activities in this area, have you found anything?" ”

"Nope." Bai Su really hasn't seen it either, "If I find it, I'll report it immediately." ”

The centaur seemed to be extremely satisfied with his cooperation, and happily paced a few steps in place, and said to Bai Su: "My name is Keos, and I am the captain of the guard in Boeing Town, if you find it, you can come to me at the guard in the center of town." ”

"My name is Bai Su and I am ...... He is a farmer who has just moved to the town. ”

"I know the security service has your identity on file." Keos took a few steps back and bowed his head slightly, "Goodbye, then." We will go to the next location to make rounds to keep all residents safe. ”

"Goodbye, sir. Have a nice day. ”

Bai Su watched Keos leave with a group of centaur guards, and when he could no longer see half of the horse's legs, he hurriedly closed the door and sat down on the ground.

His back was completely drenched in sweat.

Life is like a drama all depends on acting skills, Bai Su thought to himself, if he could wear it back, he would have to go to the entertainment industry to sprint for the Oscar statuette.

The fact that the centaur, a creature that only exists in fantasy, was too shocking to Bai Su, and he was even more nervous than he was in the original interview in the face of Keos's questioning - at least the examiner was not three meters tall, and he would not hang a sharp sword from his waist.

He suspected that Keos didn't need to draw his sword at all, and that he could trample him to death with a single leg.

Bai Su could only follow Keos's words, for fear of revealing any flaws.

Fortunately, it was mixed up.

After sitting on the ground for a long time, until the clothes on his body were dry, Bai Su finally relieved himself, went to the kitchen to get a glass of ice water, and filled his hunger with a few cans that had just been turned out of the cupboard.

After filling his stomach, his IQ returned, and he remembered that Keos was suspicious of the rice and asked him about the orcs, but he never showed any doubts about his identity as a farmer.

- I know that the Security Service has your identity on file.

As soon as he came, he called Bai Su the farmer.

Thinking of this, Bai Su immediately got up, rushed into the bedroom, and after rummaging, finally found an identity certificate in the coat pocket deep in the closet.

On the thick parchment scroll, the words "Bai Su, a professional farmer, born in a golden town in the Western Continent" are written, and a small gilded portrait is engraved on the back.

It is seven points similar to Bai Su himself.

Bai Su was completely stupid, sitting on the bed with a parchment roll, full of feelings.

Isn't his crossing a coincidence? Could it be that there is no one in this house, but the guards think that there is a farmer living here because his presence fills this identity?

I turned out to be the owner of this house!

Bai Su could only comfort himself that no matter what, it was better to integrate safely into the environment than to be caught as a heretic.

·

After a morning of patrolling the town, Keos and his men returned to the guard in the center of town for a lunch break.

He remembered that the farmer named Bai Su in the morning always felt that something was wrong, so he went to the archives and checked his identity record.

Boeing Town, the capital of the Wink Empire, was very administrative, and had extremely high requirements for outsiders who wanted to settle down, so Bai Su was able to obtain the status of a resident here and move to the edge of the town to run a farm.

Yes, the identity record of this copy in Keos's hand is the same as Bai Su's original parchment scroll.

The portrait face on the record is indeed the one I see today.

Keos couldn't help but wonder a little, since there was no problem with his identity, why was Bai Su so nervous when he saw him?

He carefully recalled the details of his conversation with Bai Su.

- I like centaurs very much, I think you're handsome.

In the archives of the Security Service, centaurs and humans came and went from the office from time to time, and the work was numb, so no one would bother to probe the face of the commander standing in the corner.

Keosjun's face flushed.

It turns out that he doesn't suffer from centaur allergies.

He fell in love with me at first sight! He even confessed to me in front of so many centaurs!

The tall and handsome captain of the centaur guard bit his lower lip with some annoyance, no one could have imagined that the iron-faced and selfless and serious Captain Keos was now immersed in the shyness of being confessed in public by a certain farmer.

He even forgot to knock on Bai Su's door in the morning, just to ask for information about the stowaway orcs.

This farmer from the Western Continent has a personality as unrestrained as the Kraken. Shall I promise him? He's cute, he's smart, and he knows some plants I've never seen before, but we're just getting to know each other......

During the entire lunch break, Keos did not close his eyes, and kept silently diverging his thoughts.

Ma Sheng was confessed in public for the first time, and Keos couldn't help but be a little moved.

So during the afternoon patrol, the members of the guard always felt that after the lunch break, the chief seemed to be in a good mood.

Even the frequency of the ponytail flicking is much lighter.

·

In the afternoon, Bai Su was wandering around the farm - he seemed to be quite a big man now, and behind the two-story wooden house, he actually owned a fifty-acre piece of land!

That's the size of the main Olympic venue!

Bai Su looked at the fertile black soil in front of him, the farming soul in his blood was ignited, and he seemed to have seen the golden rice beckoning to him!

Yes, as a southerner with pure blood, eating rice as the staple food is the bottom line of Bai Su's life.

Bai Su walked around the edge of the farm along the wooden fence and found that the entire land was empty except for a small plot of land near the house where some crops such as tomatoes and pumpkins were grown.

Some improvised farm tools are scattered around, and in the twilight, a barren scene is revealed.

There are all kinds of wastes to be lifted, but Bai Su is very down-to-earth in his heart.

As long as there is land, seeds, sunshine, and rain, there will be no starvation. This is the confidence of the croppers.

Bai Su was extremely glad at the moment that he brought a rice plant when he crossed.

Rice is the most reliable food, and it can be sown and harvested even on dry land. When rice is planted in the black soil, the straw and rice roots can be returned to the field, which is conducive to maintaining the organic matter content of the soil, and the organic matter mineralization rate of the rice field is slow, and the more the land is planted, the more fertile the land.

After the rice is harvested, other crops are planted, and the cycle repeats, year after year, the land becomes more and more fertile.

After making up his mind, Bai Su had a steady stream of motivation to support him to live in this strange world.

On the bright side, he is also a big landowner with 200,000 square meters of land.

Taking advantage of the last bit of daylight, Bai Su folded a handful of beans from the ground, picked a few tomatoes and onions, and planned to make a dinner, and tomorrow he would go to the store in the town to buy some flour as a staple food for the time being.

Bai Su was studying the kitchen utensils when he heard a knock on the door.

Because he found an identity certificate that matched him, Bai Su was not afraid of being regarded as a heretic now, and he adapted very well to the identity of the farmer.

He walked to the door, and without thinking about it, opened it neatly.

Outside the door was the neighbor Bai Su had seen on the second floor in the morning.

The short, good-natured woman smiled and said, "Good evening, sir, I am your neighbor Susan. She pointed to a house not far away, "I live there." Heard you're a farmer? We need a big farmer here who is good at growing! The vegetables shipped from other towns, to be honest, I don't think they are fresh enough. Anyway, welcome to Boeing Town! ”

She enthusiastically stuffed a basket of bread into Bai Su's arms: "This is the bread I made, and a jar of red wine pomegranate jam – it's our specialty here, and you'll love it." ”

Bai Su was flattered, he almost helplessly took a large basket of food handed over by Susan, and then stumbled to invite Susan in as a guest, but she refused.

"My husband is waiting for me to go back for dinner, and when you're ready, invite me as a guest." She saw the cluttered interior that Bai Su had rummaged through last night, and thought that the young farmer had not fully adjusted to life in the town, and thoughtfully reminded him that he should find time to tidy up the house.

"Oh, thank you for the reminder and thank you for the delicious bread. When the farm is finished, I will invite your family to visit. Thank you, Susan. Bai Su thanked again and again.

He exchanged names with Susan and watched the kind woman leave.

The gentle wind of the night blew across Bai Su's cheeks.

He looked at the bread and jam in his arms, and remembered that when he was a child, in his hometown in the countryside, the villagers used to share their home-cooked food with each other.

"Not bad." He said to himself.