Kunzi's adaptability to the new environment is quite strong, and his physical fitness does not need to be worried about by Zhou Lin.

In the past two days, when Zhou Lin got up, Kunzi had already made several sets of instruments in the practice field. Zhou Lin always shook his head, no wonder he couldn't beat him, this guy is indeed much more diligent than himself, and it seems that he has to work hard. planted a seed in front of the door, and while the seed broke the ground and grew savagely, Zhou Lin hurriedly went to the field to do physical exercises.

"Brother, do you want to fight like this?" Zhou Lin did pull-ups, and the frequency was very fast.

"When you are in good health, you have the strength to find your brother. Kunzi said. Under Zhou Lin's strong request, Kunzi has begun to change to Mandarin, his Mandarin is not bad, and the taste of salt and pepper is very small.

Because of the excessive force, Zhou Lin soon became unsustainable, he hung his hands on the horizontal bar, panting: "You want to ...... I'm really looking for ...... to your brother, ...... Hurry up and take the takeo ...... Conquered. ”

"How can you conquer the martial arts?" Kunzi stopped moving, and propped his hands on the parallel bars.

"Catch ...... A hundred fierce beasts. ”

Kunzi's body shook on the parallel bars and almost fell. Catch some fierce beasts? What kind of conquest is this? He shook his body, his legs were straight, and he made a handstand on the parallel bars, and his head rushed down and asked thoughtfully: "Wufu is just the two of us and a hundred fierce beasts?"

Zhou Lin almost didn't hold the horizontal bar, but fortunately, he was out of breath now, and he took a breath: "Mrs. Wu and the beast are too much." Not...... To say that conquest is an exaggeration, our task is to capture a hundred fierce beasts. ”

"It's that simple?" Kunzi swayed, and his body tossed for two and a half weeks before landing steadily. The others rushed to Zhou Lin and grabbed Zhou Lin's leg and ripped him off the horizontal bar, "Go, go now." ”

Zhou Lin stumbled, he squatted down and rubbed the painful ankle that was caught, "You think the beast is a chicken, you can catch it if you want." Then he pretended to limp and walked to the wooden house, "I don't know what you are anxious about? People are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you are hungry and panicked, so why don't you eat before leaving." ”

Seeing that Zhou Lin was crippled by himself, Kunzi was very upset. But when he heard that he was eating, he thought that Zhou Lin had said that he would start to improve his food after eating the fruits he picked, and he was overjoyed, so he rushed forward and hugged Zhou Lin's shoulder, Zhou Lin was a head shorter than him, and this hugged Zhou Lin's neck, almost not letting Zhou Lin hold his breath. Zhou Lin hurriedly shrank his head and flashed out, and scolded in his mouth: "Reckless, foodie." Kunzi smirked twice.

The rice is a mimic food that grows in the ground, Zhou Lin said that this is a fried rice with meat back to the pot, Kunzi wants to throw the spoon after taking a bite, this rice is not like rice, meat is not like meat, and it is far worse than the meal made by Fei Touzi.

Zhou Lin glared, and rarely took a strong hand: "If you don't want to eat, go to the forest to pick fruits and eat." ”

As soon as Kunzi heard that he was eating the fruit, he stopped talking, muttered a few words vaguely, buried himself in eating, ate a few bites, and smacked the taste, this mimic back to the pot meat fried rice, although it is not like four, but the taste is much stronger than the same fruit, and I am really hungry, and I am ruthless, and the food in the shell will all go into the stomach. After eating, I went to the vine to pick another one, and continued to eat until I had eaten three counterfeit back pot meats, and then patted my stomach and put myself down on the chaise longue. Zhou Lin, who was anxious, shouted: "Save some food, the landlord's family will have no surplus food for such a way of eating." ”

Zhou Lin patted the armrest of the recliner and asked Zhou Kun to throw the finished husk into the hollow tube stem that poked out of the ground, and the tube stem quickly retracted. Kunzi asked what it was, Zhou Lin told him that it was a garbage can, and Kunzi just let out an oh and lay down again. He glanced at the drawing board next to the chaise longue, the painting had changed, and it was a group of charcoal circles playing. He asked Zhou Lin if he was a painter, and Zhou Lin told him that he was a student of an art academy before he crossed over, and he had not yet had time to become a painter. Kunzi asked Zhou Lin again how long he had been here. Kunzi suddenly likes to ask questions, Zhou Lin is very happy, it's rare that this guy is not as boring as before.

"It's been eighty or ninety years. Zhou Lin said.

Kunzi poked his head out of the recliner and looked at Zhou Lin in surprise and said, "You don't look like an uncle at all." ”

Zhou Linmao almost exploded, but after thinking about it, isn't he an uncle at the age of eighty or ninety in his hometown? He smiled and said: "Actually, I was born in 90, not a few years older than you, and I crossed over in 2010." ”

"What?" Kunzi's eyes widened.

Looking at Kunzi's reaction, Zhou Lin was secretly happy, it seems that this reckless and foodie needs to eat a full meal to be humane, and it is not unjust for him to eat three back to the pot meat fried rice, but the amount of food in this guy is too large, and Zhou Lin feels pain when he thinks of the stored grain in his hand.

"Isn't that my hometown here for several years a year?" Kunzi continued to ask.

Zhou Lin had a headache again, he didn't know how to explain the conversion relationship between the year and the earth year here, he was only a senior art student with a little language talent when he crossed over, and he only knew terms such as time machines, space-time tunnels, and wormholes, and he had been confused about this problem. He started to play haha trying to get by, "Ah...... Ah, almost. ”

"How many years?"

"Ah...... Anyway, it's been a lot of years, and you can figure it out for yourself when you go back. ”

Kunzi didn't give up: "A year here is very short?"

"528 days. ”

"A short day?"

"It's still 24 hours, but when converted into the time of my hometown, it is equivalent to 35 hours. Zhou Lin was very uncomfortable with Kunzi, who suddenly became active, especially asking questions that he wouldn't answer.

Kunzi sighed, stopped talking, and lay down on the recliner again. He closed his eyes and muttered, I'll sleep for a while.

Zhou Lin first breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted in shock: "I can't sleep, we have a task today." ”

"I'll sleep for a while, I didn't sleep all night last night when my mind was full of what you told me. Kunzi's words made Zhou Lin feel so strange, this rammer would actually think about it!

"You're not in a hurry to find your brother?"

"Don't worry, in a few decades, my brother will still be like this, look for it slowly, anyway, there is you, and that Mr. What. After saying that, Kunzi turned sideways and really wanted to sleep.

Zhou Lin's brain roared, and he questioned Mingshu's analysis that night, which is this a rammer who lacks brain capacity, this is clearly a second cargo who pretends to be stupid and stunned with cleverness. He remembered the "Soul Enlightenment Pill" hidden in the bedside table, he had always had the idea of greedy ink before, thinking that the role of this rammer was a thug and a guard, and it was wasted on him. Now that the rammed goods have been upgraded to the second goods, Zhou Lin's idea of greedy ink has been shaken a little.