Zhao Gang grinned and said, "It's okay. With the experience of six years ago, I won't have to waste too much time or take too many detours to turn this farmland into a medicinal field. Palace Master, there's no need to worry too much."
Huang Tian rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let me help you plant the fairy grass seedlings. The sooner we finish, the easier it will be for us to rest."
"No! Palace Master, you are a god, how can you do such rough farm work? Let your subordinates do it themselves." When Zhao Gang heard that Huang Tian was coming to help, his face suddenly changed and he quickly refused. Are you kidding? The Palace Master is a god, a supreme figure, how can he be allowed to go to the fields to work with him?
Seeing Zhao Gang's fearful look, Huang Tian knew that it was impossible for him to help with the work. If he dared to go down, Zhao Gang might be so scared that he would commit suicide on the spot. After all, the difference in their identities was too big. How could he dare to ask a god to help with the work?
Huang Tian asked, "Okay, you can plant it yourself. Here are four drops of sweet rain and dew. You can irrigate these fairy grass seedlings later. Tomorrow, after you plant the other fairy grass seedlings, I will give you some more sweet rain and dew." After that, he took out four bottles of sweet rain and dew and threw them to Zhao Gang.
Zhao Gang took it, placed it in his arms, and said with a smile, "Yes, please rest assured, Palace Master. I will plant these thousand fairy grass seedlings within the next few days."
"Okay, I won't bother you here anymore. You should grow the magic grass yourself first, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable with me here."
Huang Tian saw that he had collected the rain and dew, nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly sensed something and teleported away.
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