The old man shook his head and said nothing.
"What, you're not letting me earn this money? Let's all make money together."
The old man simply said:
"You can't sweep this dirt."
The wind chime smiled:
"Then teach me!"
This time, the old man stopped what he was doing and looked up at the wind chimes.
The two stared at each other for a long time. Feng Ling had a smile on her face, while the old man had no expression.
Although he looked old, he appeared very energetic.
The glint in those eyes gave Fengling a sense of familiarity.
This also made him realize that this old man was definitely not an ordinary person.
Seeing that he didn't speak, he smiled and asked again:
"How about it?"
The old man finally shook his head:
"This dirt is not your responsibility to sweep."
After saying that, he continued sweeping the soil, but the layers of yellow soil still did not rise up.
Feng Ling didn't say anything more, and after watching quietly for a while, she said:
"Then I'll be going now, sir. Goodbye!"
After saying that, Fengling walked towards the field in the backyard.
Looking at the somewhat barren fields before him, he began to ponder.
What exactly does Ruoting Han mean by asking him to farm this land?
They won't even give me seeds, what am I supposed to plant?
Suddenly he remembered the various magical herbs on Mount Saintess.
Why not grow some medicinal herbs yourself and try them?
So he took out his phone and sent a message to Xiaohui:
Do you have any seeds? Could I have some?
Xiao Hui received the message and was somewhat puzzled:
"You went back? What do you need the seeds for?"
“The head of the family ordered me to farm; this is his command.”
Xiao Hui looked at the message, thought for a moment, and then replied:
"Come and get it yourself!"
After sending the message, I glanced at Ruo Qingyan's little house.
She thought to herself, "If the wind chimes come, the Saintess will be so happy!"
Give her a little surprise!
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