After discovering the citrus tree, Chiqiao Pine immediately decided to search for it when entering the mountain in the future, collect all the citrus trees, and then plant them along the foot of a hill.

Plant into a circle of citrus walls, guarding a hurdle of the road to the mountain.

As long as people are kept in and out, basically no one can enter a hurdle, only animals can enter and exit freely - and this is exactly what he wants.

I wish I could have a mountain drum every day, and the old man fell into the trap.

"You want citrus trees, right?" Uncle Er learned about this while having lunch and said quickly, "Don't bother to find it in the mountains. I know a mountaineer. His family specializes in planting citrus trees. I'll buy some citrus trees for you."

In the afternoon, my second uncle rode on the 28th bar.

Go straight to Nahushanmin's house.

"Bring a rain poncho, you rash devil." Second aunt chased her out, "Didn't you see that the sky is gloomy? It would be strange if the rain doesn't make you soak in a scattered chicken."

The second uncle kicked the ground with one foot and made a handsome tail shake with the 28th bar: "I know, my wife loves me!"

The second aunt gave him a shy look: "I'm not ashamed."

She stuffed the poncho into the car bucket and she reminded: "Be careful on the road, don't ride a bike if it rains heavily, push it back."

"Know, know."

Sitting in front of the threshold of the old house to digest food, Matsu Ikehashi looked at the interaction between the second uncle and the second aunt, and felt that since the Xigou and Niantong incident, the couple had become more affectionate.

It probably won’t take long to get another cousin or cousin.

There was no birth policy in the Republic of China in Daxia. Every household would give birth if they wanted to. Usually, one family would have to have three or five children. However, the population growth rate has not been high in the past hundred years since the founding of the People's Republic of China.

First of all, warlords were in turmoil, people's lives were too hard, and the average life expectancy was not high.

Secondly, the death rate is high, and it is not easy for children to grow up normally.

Three evil people are causing trouble, and people are unknowingly reduced.

This leads to a population of only 100 million.

However, with the development of technology, life is constantly developing in a good direction, the average life expectancy increases, the infant death rate decreases, and the population will sooner or later surge.

You can see from the old Chi family.

In the generation of Ikehashimatsu, there was only one daughter who died in the middle of his uncle. The other children were all well-off. Of course, if they had not been traveled through time, their predecessors might have died prematurely.

"It's very cloudy, maybe it's going to rain heavily." Chi's father bit the pole of the dry tobacco and looked up at the sky.

My uncle shook his head: "The weather forecast also reports heavy rain, but whether it can fall is the key. There was rain in the previous few times, but it couldn't fall once."

"It's not a good thing the evil cultivator did!" the younger sister complained.

Local newspapers and television have all attributed climate issues to the killing of Mokan Jiao, which caused the people to grit their teeth at the evil cultivator - although Xiaoqing is still alive, it is just a young Jiao, which is useless.

Planted trees for an afternoon.

Sure enough, no raindrops fell.

But the sky became more and more gloomy, and before the evening was too late, I was so drowsy that I couldn't see the road clearly. At this time, the sound of the bell came, and it was Uncle Er who rode back on his bike.

On the back seat of the car, there were a large bundle of thorns tied with thorns.

"I bought it back, two hundred citrus seeds, plant them directly in the field, just bring some water when planting them." After the second uncle said that, he took out a pack of seeds from his pocket, "I also asked for some citrus seeds, took them to the greenhouse to germinate, and then transplanted them."

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It was too late and the citrus tree did not start planting.

After dinner, there seemed to be a muffled thunder in the sky, which sounded far away.

This kind of thunder and rain has been experienced several times in the beginning of spring, so no one takes it seriously.

Chibashimatsu meditated in the house, practiced "Zixia Qingchen" and "Flying Waterfall" on one side, adjusted the qi in his body, and then began to do the talisman homework.

Five Anzhai Talismans that cannot be struck.

Then he drew twenty-two different kinds of talismans with one mouthful of Qi, and then he felt mentally exhausted. Then he could not draw effective talismans no matter what.

It means that now he can draw twenty-seven talismans with one mouthful of Qi, but originally he can only draw ten talismans with one mouthful of Qi.

Great progress.

Satisfied, put down the brush, Chibashi-song stretched, took a cold shower and prepared to go to bed.

Before going to bed, he specially posted an Anzhai Fu on the front of the farmhouse door, and thought to himself: "With Anzhai Fu, I don't know if the old fox can still dream tonight."

He was always stared at by a vixen, which made him very upset, as if he was stuck in his throat.

As the saying goes, he is sleeping soundly on his side of the bed. A hurdle is his object, but now he is entangled by a vixen, which has become a problem he needs to solve urgently.

If he hadn't been afraid that the secret would be exposed, he would have asked Teacher Liu Chun for help and called Xingziguan's feathers to open the altar.

"sleep!"

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Hula, Hula.

The wind roared at night, and the leaves rustled in the woods outside the yard.

In the second half of the night, the furry fox emerged from somewhere and climbed onto an old locust tree to look out at the back mountain field.

After observing for a moment, he learned to meditate and chant something in his mouth.

After a while, a thunder blew up from his head, as if there was an invisible wave of force, which instantly hit its chest and knocked it off the branch.

He fell to the ground and threw a mouthful of blood.

The fox didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the sky in horror. The sky was dark and there was no trace of starlight.

Only in the distance, lightning was winding in the clouds, flashing a little light, followed by a louder thunder sound.

Boom!

The old fox hid at the roots of the tree and shivered.

When the thunder passed, it meditated on its spot, its paws resting on its hind legs, shaking constantly, as if it was pinching some tricks.

Every time the thunder fell, it would tremble.

Sometimes you may spit a mouthful of blood.

After finally waiting for the thunder to stop, it finally finished the magic formula in its entirety, then closed its eyes, as if it was calculating something. Half a quarter of an hour later, it suddenly opened its eyes, and the slender fox's eyes were full of surprise and bitterness.

Looking up at the sky again.

He yelled out anger and said, "Ji!"

In response to it, a thunder exploded.

Rumble!

It seemed that lightning struck a hill not far from the hill, and the sparks lasted for a moment in the dark forest before extinguishing.

The old fox trembled and climbed up the branch in a panic. He sat cross-legged in the direction of the back mountain farm, closed his eyes and muttered something, and then bit his tongue after a moment.

Blood overflowed along the corner of his mouth, ticking on the fur on his chest, dyeing a bright red area.

The wind whistles.

Thunder roared.

The weather at night is like a beast roaring.

The old fox shedded hair maintained a meditation position like this, allowing the wind to blow up its alopecia areata, and even one or two twigs of hair were blown off directly from its body.

Exposed larger pieces of alopecia areata.

The place of alopecia areata is wrinkled skin, loose and drooping, like a piece of rotten wood.

at the same time.

On the door of the back mountain farm, the Anzhai Talisman, which was blown by the wind, suddenly burned automatically, and in a moment it burned into a ball of ashes, dissipating without a trace with the wind.

In the sycamore greenhouse, Xiaoqing, who was sleeping soundly, quietly opened her eyes and shone in the darkness.

Facing another pair of slightly red eyes.

It's Xiaobai.

I don’t know when Xiaobai climbed onto the dead tree and looked at Xiaoqing face to face. He didn’t make a sound like a drum, but his throat trembled slightly, making a slight "cuckoo" sound.

Hearing this voice, Xiaoqing thought for a moment in humanity, and then responded to a slight croaking of the cow: "Moo."

Then he closed his eyes and continued to fall asleep.

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I recommend a new book from a friend, a cool and refreshing article "I can infinitely simulate the heavens".
Chapter completed!