Under the warm sun in winter.

The elixirs of different colors are growing well.

The years of the elixir did not grow to five years as last time.

It was not two days after the last observation. If it grew out of thin air for another five years, Cheng Fan would doubt when his Drops of Water would become a real blessing in the immortal family.

What surprised him was that some elixirs with short maturity cycles could be picked.

"Are these all watered by you alone?"

Cheng Fan casts a look of inquiry at Lu Xiner.

He knew there was no other answer, but he couldn't help asking.

[Of course! (escape)]

【Although watering is a bit tiring every day, it is worth it!】

"Don't worry, brother, every plant was watered by Xin'er himself."

Cheng Fan showed a gratified smile on his face, and he knew it in his heart.

Most elixirs are very delicate and have very strict requirements on the living environment, which requires careful care from Lu Xiner.

It can be predicted that in the future, the medicinal fields of Drop Water will become larger and more complex, becoming

It is only a matter of time before the "medicine garden" is.

If Lu Xiner was the only one doing it, I'm afraid she might not be busy if she devoted all her time in the day.

It's time to find some help for her and teach her a spell to cultivate spiritual plants.

Just as Cheng Fan was hesitating and wanted to find something to help her.

Suddenly I realized that awe-inspiring eyes came from the mountains and forests, like children who saw strict parents.

Cheng Fan thought for a moment and nodded suddenly.

Yes.

In the process of Dishui Town's transformation to modernization, the first thing that is involved is the dense forest next to the town.

"Children" can only leave their hometowns and move their nests.

Should I go to the dark and gloomy forests, or to the hills with lush branches and leaves and vigorous spiritual energy?

This is not a matter of choice for them.

Fortunately, most of these "children" listened to Cheng Fan's sermons and had a certain understanding of each other.

The stronger the spiritual animal, the more tolerant the other animals, and can only be accommodated by squeezing each other.

Just like now, the "children" almost forget the relationship between them called "natural enemies" and "food".

You should know that Cheng Fan did not preach to them at this time, they simply recognized the "family friendship" between them.

Cheng Fan held his chest with one hand and held his chin with the other.

If the children could help Lu Xiner take care of the farmland...

It seems that it's not impossible?

"Xin'er, I plan to find some help for you to help you cook this medicine field together."

"No, it should be said to be the medicine garden of the future."

Cheng Fan said with a smile and some expectations in his clear eyes, looking at Lu Xiner.

"Medical, medicine garden?"

Her eyes opened in a round shape, revealing disbelief.

[Is the Medicine Garden? Is it like the back garden of the palace? Is it really OK?]

Emperor, palace?

Cheng Fan's mouth twitched slightly.

What is Lu Xiner's identity before she slept in the coffin?

It sounds like the level of being able to enter the back garden at will.

Such an identity can be buried in a place like Wugui Hall and is protected by a group of heroic souls of the Xuan Iron Buddha.

With such an identity, I'm afraid it's either the emperor's concubine or the princess?

The surname Lu?

She is probably not the princess of the Li Tang royal family.

She can't be a concubine, and the gongsha is still left on her arm.

Cheng Fan shook his head secretly, unable to guess.

He could see that Lu Xiner liked life in Taoist temples very much, and she had been escaping from her past.

She didn't say it, and Cheng Fan wouldn't ask too much.

More than 1,400 years have passed, and the dust has long been returned to the earth, so it is better to let all the unbearable past disappear.

[Why is the viewer brother keeping eye on us? Is there something dirty on his face?]

A hint of shyness flashed in Lu Xin'er's eyes.

He lowered his head and touched his cheeks with some embarrassment.

Cheng Fan coughed lightly and his eyes fell on the chirping animals in the forest.

When they hear their hearts, the corners of their mouths curled up slightly.

...

Outside the long-distance bus station in Dishui Town.

There are fewer people.

The rough man who sold special tickets tightened his coat, found a wall that could block the wind and kicked it out of his pocket, shivered and took out a box of inferior cigarettes from his pocket.

He touched the soft box and pulled out the last wrinkled cigarette.

Light it and put it beside your mouth.

"call--"

While swallowing the clouds and fog, his eyes quietly resumed with illumination.

"Tsk tsk, I made more than twenty pieces of money in one morning, and this money is getting easier and easier."

"I don't know where so many people are stupid and have a lot of money. Just take out the money immediately without saying anything, and I'm so happy."

A trace of cunning flashed in the rough man's eyes, and a humble smile appeared.

"Continue to do this in the afternoon, making a net profit of several thousand a day is not a dream! It seems that you can have a fat year this year!"

"Dahua's tuition, Erhua has been looking forward to a new dress for a year, and Xiaohua's milk powder money has been paid for. Praise the immortals who dripping water."

The rough man thought happily and folded the banknotes under his coat.

Put it in the pocket of the close-fitting clothes, and took a few photos of it with confidence.

He quietly looked at the passers-by nearby and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he smiled.

Just then.

The roar of the bus engine came from the station, and another bus drove into the passenger bus station.

The man quickly threw away the cigarette that was so smoked that the filter was left in his mouth and rushed to the door of the station.

He glanced at it and saw several familiar faces.

Those people were like him, wrapped in thick cotton coats and wandering outside the station, selling special tickets for the Didi Town Tourist Area.

As soon as I saw the passengers leaving the station, I went up to ask about my well-being. The intention was simply too obvious.

The rough man threw disdainful eyes at the hungry peers.

He knows how to review and summarize experience.

Most of the passengers go to Drishui Temple. Most of them checked the guides online and knew that Drishui Temple didn’t have tickets, or even money for incense.

What he was looking for was not the kind of passenger with clear goals, but the prey that he walked out of the station with a blank look on his face.

Subconsciously touched my pocket to look for cigarettes, and suddenly remembered that it was the last one just now.

"After doing this, I won't get rid of the white sand. At least I have to make a profit." The rough man muttered.

From a cigarette worth a few dollars to a cigarette worth a dozen dollars, the quality of life can be regarded as a qualitative leap.

He didn't blink his eyes when he let those people sell special tickets to tourists.

At this time, two young men wearing sportswear, college students, and obviously unusual temperament walked out of the passenger station.
Chapter completed!