The lone wolf put down the old hen and didn't say anything yet. The old hen started clucking and clucking, and Fang Zheng also understood it.
The old hen said: "Master, help me! I am a good chicken from the mountain! I have an owner! This prodigal wolf cub caught me out of the chicken coop when I wasn't paying attention! Help! I don't want to die! Cluck!
clatter!"
Fang Zheng was speechless. Seeing the old hen struggling like this, he guessed that even if he wasn't a monk, he wouldn't be able to slaughter chickens and eat meat, right? He began to doubt the purpose of the system giving him this ability. It must be something wrong.
Kindhearted.
"Okay, stop crowing. You know it's the old hen crowing this early in the morning, but those who don't know think I've tricked you." When Fang Zheng said this, a strange scene flashed in his head, and he suddenly
I felt so sick that I quickly waved my hand and said: "Lone Wolf, send it back and don't steal chickens again. We'll take care of the food ourselves."
Although the lone wolf was a little reluctant, he still nodded and went down the mountain with the big fat chicken in his mouth.
From far away, Fang Zheng heard the big fat chicken clucking: "Thank you, Master! Thank you for not killing me! You damn dog, why are you so fierce? Stare at me? I will stare at you too! Who is afraid of whom?"
Ah? How dare you eat me? Aren’t you afraid of Master￥#%#……\&”
As Fang Zheng listened to the nagging words, he finally understood why the ancients described nagging people as like old hens! This is more nagging than a duck... At the same time, Fang Zheng felt sympathy for the lone wolf. His ears were definitely suffering all the way down the mountain.
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After seeing off the lone wolf, Fang Zheng's stomach rumbled, he was hungry!
Fangzheng immediately found the flowerpot with the crystal rice seeds planted in it, but before he even got close, he smelled a refreshing fragrance! It was the fragrance of rice, elegant and yet tinged with the temptation of appetite!
Fangzheng looked carefully and saw a two-meter-high rice growing in the flowerpot. The rice was covered with rice. Every grain of golden rice coat could not cover the pure white crystal inside. It was stunned by them.
The gap was broken a little and then arched out.
The fragrance is emanating from the crystal rice. Although it is not far away, only about ten meters away, it is better than any rice Fang Zheng has ever seen! There is no need to cook it, just smelling it, Fang Zheng feels that he treats it as a treasure
Likewise, the life-saving rice in the rice vat is simply dregs and cannot be eaten.
Just when Fangzheng was distracted, there was a pop, and a grain of crystal rice burst through the rice coat and fell down! Then, like a chain reaction, all the crystal rice fell off on its own!
Fang Zheng hurriedly ran over to harvest the rice. He didn’t know if he had harvested it. When he harvested it, he was shocked. There was a full kilogram of crystal rice on the ear of rice! The yield was simply astonishing and scary!
Under normal circumstances, the yield of a single rice plant is measured in grams, and this one is directly measured in kilograms! Founder's first thought was that if these rice seeds could be sold in batches, it would be difficult not to make a fortune! And for those who lack food and clothing, it would be hard to make a fortune.
For our country, this is definitely a great merit in saving people!
Thinking of saving countless people and the results of countless draws, Fang Zheng almost drooled. But when he thought of the price, all of Fang Zheng's thoughts were extinguished in an instant.
Three hundred yuan a seed, this is definitely a sky-high price of rice. If he really sells it, he will probably be sprayed to death by someone on the same day! The yield is useless. Three hundred yuan a catty is still a sky-high price of rice.
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The most important thing is that Founder really has no money! The purchase of system products must be money tainted with merit. This kind of money can only be counted as the sesame oil money put down by a believer with a pious heart. However, this kind of money is as prosperous as Yi Zhi Temple.
Fang Zheng estimated that he would not be able to buy too many seeds on the day of his death. The only way to ensure that he would not starve to death would be the appearance of Amitabha Buddha. As for blessing others - just dreaming!
"I just hope that incense will flourish in the future. If it really becomes the largest temple in the world, the money for sesame oil will definitely be indispensable. By then, the seeds will not be unaffordable..." Fang Zheng muttered, and then asked: "Brother System, such seeds
Take it out and use the technological capabilities of our world, can it be cracked? Or copied, improved or something?"
"How can an ant understand the Mathematical Olympiad? This is a question." The system answered humorously.
Fang Zheng decisively gave up this idea. The existence of the system cannot be explained scientifically, and this must be the same for Jingmi.
Fang Zheng asked again: "Can the crystal rice in my hand be used as seeds for planting again?"
"No, these rice can only be used for eating, and have no other use." The system said.
Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly. Since it can only be used for eating, let's eat it! The rice in the rice vat will be put away first. He invested three hundred oceans of rice, so he must try it first!
So Fang Zheng ran to boil the rice. Fang Zheng was alone. A handful of rice was enough. Save one kilogram of rice and it would last for a day or two.
This rice is crystal clear, so there is no need to wash it at all. Just put the rice in the pot, add water, start the fire, and the rest is waiting.
A few minutes later, a faint fragrance floated out from the pot. Fang Zheng didn't know whether it was because he was hungry or something else, but he felt a sense of ecstasy when he smelled the rice fragrance. He exclaimed: "I have never smelled such a fragrant smell in my life."
Rice! If only the old man were still alive. If he took a bite of this rice, he would definitely smile and recite Amitabha."
Thinking of Yi Finger Monk, Fang Zheng's greed was suppressed by a faint thought.
At the same time, three people came to the mountain.
"Village Chief, what you are saying is too mysterious, isn't it? Isn't the Yizhi Temple about to collapse? We came to see it a while ago, and I was the one who sent the official documents from the government. What do those college students say?
We lied to them? We also said that this finger temple is very new...this is simply too ridiculous." A man wearing dark blue woolen clothes and a flat hat complained.
"Okay, I've been blabbering all this time. What's the point of talking about all this nonsense? You'll know after you take a look." Camouflage pants, canvas shoes, a white shirt with a bit of yellow and a light green jacket.
At the bottom of the mountain, Wang Yougui, the village chief, was pointed out. The person who spoke before was Yang Ping, the accountant of the village. The other old man who looked like a boring gourd was Tan Juguo, the secretary of the village.
The three of them had not originally planned to go up Yizhi Mountain. After all, the mountain was a bit steep, and the steps up the mountain were covered with moss. It would be easy for them to slip down and kill someone if they were not careful. Nowadays, there are only some old hunters and the occasional climber.
Only outdoor enthusiasts come to climb Yizhishan.
As for going up the mountain to worship Buddha, only some old people who are nostalgic for the past still come up. Now there are no more monks, and those old people have given up their thoughts and stopped coming.
The three of them talked and reached the top of the mountain. When they looked up, they were all stunned.
"Yang Ping, is this the one-finger temple with rotten walls and broken tiles that you mentioned? If this had rotten walls and broken tiles, your house would be worse than a pigsty!" Before the village chief could lecture him, Tan Juguo was already blowing his beard.