Chapter 402 401. My Dad

Kuang Biao, who owns an area of ​​5 acres and 20 square meters, says he is wronged?

Zhou Qian sneered.

But his words were not as fluent as the other party's, and he could not win the argument. At this moment, he waved his hand and said, "Big cub, second cub!"

This call immediately summoned the two geese who were still awake at the door. They rushed over, swaying their big butts like sea urchins. Then Zhou Qian gave an order: "Help me cut five bamboos."

During the trip to the wilderness, the family of N had developed an inexplicable tacit understanding. When they said there were five bamboos, the eldest and second cubs poked and poked, and five thick bamboos fell to the ground in the dark.

The incision was smooth and neat, and the branches and twigs on it were poked smooth and shiny by the dedicated goose.

Kuang Biao, who hadn’t reacted yet, said: …

After a moment, he seemed to have five hairs plucked out of him: "We are debating, how can you just do it?"

Zhou Qian thought, who can I argue with in this family? So he said simply, "I didn't do it."

Kuang Biao: ...even more angry!

But he was filled with grief and indignation and didn't know how to resolve it. He sighed for a long time and could only sigh: "Hey, we are both single men in the world, why are we so anxious to fight each other today?"

This time it was Zhou Qian's turn to be silent.

After a while, he frowned and said, "We were not at home. Did you sneak into Xiaoyu's room? Otherwise, how could you suddenly write poetry?"

Although this poem is pieced together, it is amazing that he can recite it.

Kuang Biao was even more furious: "Who entered? Her shabby house is not even half the size of my territory, what's so good about entering? At the beginning, I accidentally grew a bamboo shoot, and you cut it off directly. Now you accuse me of entering her house. Why would I enter her house? There is no sunlight and no wind..."

"snort!"

Zhuzi felt insulted: "What's so great about this piece of doggerel? I used to be able to recite poems. My father taught me!"

After he finished speaking, he and Zhou Qian were dumbfounded.

"Your father?" Zhou Qian was surprised: "He taught you to recite poems?"

It sounds like a human and behaves like a human, but who would teach a bamboo to recite poetry?

"My father?" Kuang Biao also murmured: "I don't remember clearly what happened before I mutated, but did I have a father?"

Ah this.

The bamboo leaves rustled and looked down at their roots: How did his father give birth to him? Did the flower seeds fall to the ground and die, or did he reproduce by the bamboo roots?

Why not mom? Neither the man nor the bamboo could figure it out. Finally, Zhou Qian dragged the five bamboos to the front of the yard and said, "It's okay. I'll ask Xiaoyu tomorrow to see if I can find a way to find your father—"

At this point, he turned his head and asked cautiously, "Is your father also a jerk who only wants to fall in love every day? Or is he a chatterbox? Can plant variability be inherited?"

This family actually can't afford a second chatterbox.

Kuang Biao snorted.

…

The fact that Kuang Biao had a father was a big deal or a small one, but it was obviously not as important as the bamboo. Now there was a blazing fire in front of the door for lighting, Zhou Qian took out the machete and neatly split a slit in the bamboo pole.

Then he pressed the machete down all the way, and soon the bamboo was split open. However, the bamboo strips were used to grow bean sprouts, so this time he couldn't split them into flat and wide strips, but instead left them into thick bamboo strips.

This job is a little difficult for an unskilled person, but Zhou Qian had made many failed products before, so now he can split the bamboo strips quickly and skillfully.

By the time Lin Xuefeng finished planting the land, he had already chopped two bamboos.

…

The new exercise method of "Wrapping beans in water drops" was also something Lin Xuefeng suddenly thought of tonight. After planting all the more than two acres of vegetable fields in front of Huaiyu Gate, his energy consumption was indeed a bit high.

But fortunately, it was not a burden, so when they came back, they talked about the arrangements for growing bean sprouts, and at the same time they had to figure out how to arrange the stall.

According to Huaiyu's idea, setting up a stall is so interesting, she must go. But Wu Yue's problem is not resolved, Lin Xuefeng does not recommend that she go alone:

"Although his current condition is unclear, since he is about to wake up, his identity is still there. We can't gamble on whether he will go crazy."

"Also, I heard that the old lady has returned to the imperial capital a few days ago. Judging from Commander Bai's expression that day, she seemed to completely despise and hate them... She must know something."

"And the other party must have done something even more despicable before."

It is very likely that it is not just taking credit.

Zhou Qian, holding a bamboo stick in one hand, said, "Yes, even if he gives an order to have you arrested, we will be tied down if we are not determined to confront the law enforcement agencies head-on."

In short, neither of them recommended that she set up the stall alone.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But if two people go, it would take too much labor, and there are still many places in their house that need to be renovated!

What they said made sense. Huaiyu thought seriously for a moment: "In that case, let's take a rest first."

"?"

"I said take a break."

Huaiyu said as a matter of course: "It's so late. You have done so much work today. Aren't you tired?"

"Besides, the bean sprouts haven't started to grow yet, so it's too much trouble to worry about it now! Our vegetables are so good, maybe they will be sold out in a few minutes. So what does it matter who goes? The three of us can go together."

The two thought about it and suddenly laughed.

really.

Just look at Boss Tang's willingness to pay. No matter how kind-hearted he is, he is still a businessman. If the item is worthless, he would never show such enthusiasm.

Just look at the current market, Zhao Feiyan and Chen Xing, who are financially well-off, are eager for vegetables. It would be strange if their food is not popular if it is put out there!

In this case, maybe we can sell all the vegetables in just ten minutes every day. Why should we worry about such a short time? Anyway, we can drive there and back. At most, the three of us can go together.

After thinking about it, Zhou Qian simply sorted out the bamboos, put down the machete, and then said to Huai Yu while washing his hands: "I was chatting with Kuang Biao just now, and he mentioned his father. It seems to be a memory from the past. Remember to check it out when you have time tomorrow."

"His father?"

Huaiyu was surprised: "When I dragged him down from Sanqing Mountain, he did say that he used to be at the foot of the mountain... But he only mentioned the master, and didn't remember any father."

Huaiyu frowned as he thought, and soon fell sleepy.

She yawned. "Could it be that he, like me, can only wake up by following the Rose Corridor?"

But this shouldn't be the case. Although no plants have been placed in the tree cocoon so far, Huaiyu remembered that she even threw sprouted potatoes in at the beginning.

But it was useless! "Ah!" She sighed in drowsiness: "Why do these people always make people lose their memory when they take action?"

I haven’t finished writing it yet. I’m too sleepy.

But here we go! Good night! Dry tomorrow.