Fang Yan also saw Zhang Fan's thoughts and said happily: "Let's go in and pick peaches."
Later, the two found the door of the greenhouse, which was a wooden door painted with green paint. However, due to long-term exposure to the sun, wind and rain, the green paint on the wooden door had all swollen.
Zhang Fan pushed open the wooden door. This wooden door was not directly connected to the greenhouse, but to a small house. Usually when the fruits were ripe, farmers would live in this house to prevent anyone from stealing the fruits.
Walking out of this small house is the real greenhouse. Zhang Fan took a look at this small house. There was only a wooden bed in the small house and nothing else.
Zhang Fan took out two hundred yuan from his pocket, pressed it on the corner of the wooden bed, then looked at Fang Yan and said, "Let's go into the greenhouse."
Fang Yan noticed Zhang Fan's movements and nodded slightly. Then, the two of them entered the greenhouse. As soon as they entered the greenhouse, they felt a wave of heat coming from the floor. Soon, Zhang Fan and the two arrived there.
In front of a peach tree nourished by light.
Fang Yan took a look at these peaches and said, "These peaches are indeed different from the ordinary peaches we see."
Zhang Fan nodded slightly. Ordinary peaches would not shine under the sunlight, but on these peaches, there was a trace of halo. On top of this halo, there seemed to be a trace of light.
Threads of spiritual energy rippling.
Zhang Fan didn't hesitate and picked a big, red peach directly from the tree. Fang Yan took out a bottle of mineral water from the cloth bag he carried with him, helped Zhang Fan rinse the hair on the peach, and wiped the hair off the peach.
After the hair fell off, Zhang Fan took a bite directly.
"Click..."
Afterwards, Zhang Fan chewed quickly, and a sweet juice spread in Zhang Fan's mouth. Fang Yan stared at Zhang Fan intently.
In addition to the sweet juice, Zhang Fan also felt a vague spiritual energy entering his acupuncture points and transforming into divination energy. From this point of view, this peach has the effect of promoting cultivation. However, these spiritual energy
For Taoists like Zhang Fan, it has little effect, but it has a great effect on people like Huang Qingyun and Fang Haoming who are at the beginning of Taoism.
"Although this peach contains spiritual energy, it has little effect on people of our level, but it has a considerable effect on Qingyun and Haoming. You should also eat one to quench your thirst." Zhang Fan picked one from the tree as he spoke.
The peach was handed into Fang Yan's hand.
Although this beam of light did not fill Tao Zi with spiritual energy like the spirit fruit, it was already very extraordinary that just this beam of light could do this, which made Zhang Fan have to pay attention to these three items in his hand.
A piece of jade.
Fang Yan watched Zhang Fan eating peaches, and he already had saliva under his tongue. He also wanted to eat one, so Fang Yan was not polite, took the peach and started eating it. Fang Yan praised the crispy peach while eating it.
Peaches are delicious.
Afterwards, Zhang Fan positioned Fang Haoming on WeChat, and then told Fang Haoming about the situation here and asked him to come and pick it to promote their cultivation.
Fang Haoming quickly agreed and said he would come and pick it right away.
After doing these things, Zhang Fan and Fang Yan left the shed together.
But as soon as the two of them came out of the greenhouse, they saw
A motorcycle clicked and stopped at the door of the greenhouse, and a muscular man in shabby clothes, who looked to be about thirty-five years old, got off the motorcycle.
"We all live in these ten miles and eight villages. You guys come here to pick the peaches before they are ripe. It is really a waste of things. I am not an unreasonable person. When you come back when the peaches are ripe, I will be willing to give you a basket.
." The man in shabby clothes said helplessly.
It can be seen that this muscular man is an honest man, and it is very normal to consider this issue from his perspective. If Zhang Fan and Zhang Fan eat and throw away things at the same time, it will indeed be a waste.
"Fellow, you misunderstood. We don't want to waste your things. We only picked two peaches, and both of them were ripe." Zhang Fan handed the peaches in his hand to the man in shabby clothes.
The two of them only ate half of the peach, and the bright red color was still there on the other side.
The man in shabby clothes glanced at the peaches in their hands, scratched his head and said, "I didn't see such red peaches yesterday. Why are they so red today?"
"By the way, I put 200 yuan under the bed in your room. Even if I bought these two peaches, my friend will come over and buy the whole tree of peaches later." Zhang Fan said.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the man in shabby clothes was slightly startled. Then, he opened the door and walked in. He looked at the two hundred dollars pressed under the bed, and then entered the shed again.
After a while, the man in shabby clothes walked out of the shed. At this time, the 200 yuan was in his hand.
"I'm really sorry, I misunderstood you two. There is actually a ripe peach on the tree." The man in shabby clothes looked at Zhang Fan and the two of them and said apologetically. In addition, he did not see any broken peach on the ground.
Peach pit, this also proves that the two of them did not waste anything.
"It's okay, I understand your mood. After all, most of the peaches are not ripe now." Zhang Fan said.
"By the way, gentlemen, there are only forty peaches on the peach tree with ripe peaches. One hundred yuan is enough. You can take this hundred and let your friends get here."
Just pick it." The man in shabby clothes thrust one of the banknotes into Zhang Fan's hand.
"Two gentlemen, my mother is seriously ill, and I still need to take care of her, so I won't accompany you two." The man in shabby clothes continued. After getting on his motorcycle, he started the motorcycle and started.
Drive away from the shed.
At this moment, Zhang Fan said: "Wait a moment..."
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the man in shabby clothes was stunned.
"What's the matter? Sir?" The man in shabby clothes paused and looked back at Zhang Fan and asked.
"Your mother is not an ordinary disease, but an evil spirit. Am I right?" Zhang Han asked as he looked at the man in shabby clothes. Zhang Fan saw that the position of the man's parents and mistress in the shabby clothes had something strange about them.
The red light flashes, and it condenses the flowing and slow black air.
Hearing this, the man in shabby clothes lit up his eyes slightly, nodded subconsciously, and glanced at Zhang Fan in surprise.
"I went to the hospital to treat my mother's illness to no avail, and I went to several doctors, but none of them cured my mother's illness.
." The man in shabby clothes sighed heavily.
After saying this, the man in shabby clothes suddenly remembered what Zhang Fan had said about his mother. He quickly turned his attention to Zhang Fan and asked tentatively: "Sir, can you tell me from my body?"
My mother is sick, is there a way to cure my mother?"