The tractor went to the county seat and couldn't come back that day. The villagers who came to Zhou Qingfeng to join in the fun did not ask what happened, and they all went home before dark. At most, the woman with a broken mouth was jealous and encouraged her man to try her luck in the mountains.
Zhou Qingfeng's villager group was washed down by mountain torrents, and he was the only one among the ruins. The broken houses have become dilapidated houses, and there is not even a place to live.
After nightfall, confirming that there was no one around, Zhou Qingfeng opened the door of time and space again and summoned more than twenty skeleton warriors. These empty-headed monsters with weird red lights in their eyes began to join the great cause of building a new socialist countryside.
Let's clean up the ruins first.
The undead can see things at night and work more conveniently than humans. They are clumsy brains and must be guided by a manipulator. And it can't be too far away from the controller, otherwise it will get out of control.
Skeleton warriors can only fight and kill to cause destruction and death in another world. In reality, they are hardworking and hardworking, and there are no work-related injuries if they are not paid. They are indeed very good low-level workers.
The destroyed house was built along a valley river. This is a villager group that has expanded due to population expansion in recent decades. In order to withstand the flood, only one earth dam was built in the village, and it had to collapse when it encountered a mountain torrent that happened once in ten years.
There is nothing of value in the ruins of the house, and from the collapsed walls and rotten bricks and tiles, at most some farm tools such as hoes and shovels are found. But no matter if you have farm tools, speed up the cleaning process.
After cleaning up overnight, Zhou Qingfeng was roughly familiar with how to manipulate the skeleton warrior to work. It has to be said that as long as they are well organized, their work efficiency is quite high, and they can clear about two parts of the area without relying on any mechanical equipment.
Next was the moment to witness the miracle. Zhou Qingfeng asked the skeleton warrior to transport the dragon dung from the dragon nest. The tools that can be transported to other worlds every day are limited, so the skeletons can only use their bones directly. They are all dead anyway, so they shouldn't care about dirty or smelly.
Todd said that dragon dung is particularly suitable for planting some high-end magic materials, and Zhou Qingfeng also wondered if it was planted in another world. But even the flat land in Razor Village is hard to find, so it's better to transport the manure to reality and try it.
Busy till dawn, only half of the area was spread. Regardless of the experiment, Zhou Qingfeng didn't care about the size. He found many crop seedlings in the washed-out fields, such as rice, peanuts, sweet potatoes, radishes, eggplants, cucumbers, green onions, ginger, garlic and so on.
The whole brain is transplanted in the past.
Zhou Qingfeng belongs to the club, who has never done farm work before, and knows at best to pour some water after transplantation. He clutched his nose and looked at the side of the dragon dung farm. He didn't see why for a long time. The transplanted crop doesn't linger, it seems to be dying.
It's over, I thought there was a miracle.
"Why don't I make five thousand yuan by selling some game? Otherwise, I will make enough by selling more than a dozen wild boars. Let me make five thousand yuan from farming. Isn't this embarrassing me?"
Scratching his head in distress, it was dawn. Zhou Qingfeng was also a little sleepy. He sent the skeleton back to the other world, found a dried pheasant in the dragon's nest, burned it, filled his stomach and returned to reality, casually found a place outside the broken house and fell asleep.
After sleeping for about a long time, I suddenly heard a loud shout. Someone hurriedly ran close after him. Before the person arrives, the sound comes first, "Qingfeng, the younger generation, why are you sleeping here? Let me find you for a while."
Zhou Qingfeng opened his eyes in a daze. The old Uncle Jiang, who helped him sell wild boars yesterday, ran over with a smile on his face, leaned close and said in a low voice: "Your kid has made a fortune. Do you know how much the wild boar sold yesterday?"
Look at the sky, it's about noon. The sun is shining, and the stomach growls hungry. Zhou Qingfeng slept deeply this time, rubbed his eyes and asked, "How much is it?"
"Yesterday there was a sensation in the county. No one has ever seen such a big wild boar. I drove the tractor to the market and was surrounded by a crowd of people. Everyone came to watch the excitement, and the children were so scared to cry. "Old Uncle Jiang said with joy.
Zhou Qingfeng had even seen a'big-bellied lizard', so he didn't care about a pig. He just asked one more sentence: "How much money did you make?"
Old Uncle Jiang continued to describe the sensation caused by wild boars in other worlds: "The few pork sellers in the county were shocked. They also said that they had never seen such a big wild boar. Before that pig was cut, some people called out. I'm going to buy it for an early adopter.
I distributed the pig to several stall owners, and hundreds of people gathered around to buy it. After weighing, your wild boar weighs more than 430 catties. The skin is thick and fleshy, but there is no fat. Pork usually costs two bucks and five, but yesterday the wild boar sold for two bucks and eighty jin.
Pig bones, pig tails, pig hearts, pig lungs, and pig kidneys are all required by people. Everyone said that this pig has become perfect, and Marshal Canopy will definitely make up for it. Some people even bought the pig brain at a high price, saying that their child was going to college and used it to make up for it. "
Hearing someone buys pig brain supplements specially, Zhou Qingfeng muttered, "Eating pig brains to supplement human brains, can this make up? Is the person who spends money a pig brain?"
Old Uncle Jiang was furious, and knocked Zhou Qingfeng on the head, "Fuck boy, how do you talk? Why don't you appreciate it if people spend money on your pig brain?" After he finished speaking, he also murmured, "Yes. Ah, pig brain supplements human brain, this is not right!"
Regardless of this topic, Old Uncle Jiang continued to talk about selling pigs.
"I stayed at the guest house in the county last night, and a cadre specially ordered this fried wild pork. The dish was served, and even the cook in the guest house said that he had never seen such fragrant wild pork. I heard them say, that pig The meat is not old at all, it is tender and chewy.
When I came back this morning, someone from the guest house ran to say that the leader liked it, and asked if there was any more pork, and they were willing to order it at a high price. It is also said that even if it is not available now, it will be sent directly to the guest house in the future instead of being sold to the vegetable market. "
Old Uncle Jiang said it happily. In the last episode of the "leader likes", he actually showed a look of "Rong Yan", consciously on the same level.
Zhou Qingfeng can only ask one more sentence: "How much money did you make? I'm waiting for the rice to be cooked."
"Yes." Old Uncle Jiang grabbed a purse from his pocket. It contained ten yuan of "Great Unity" one by one. "The total is four hundred and thirty catties, and the price of each part is different. Butcher at the vegetable market. Charged me a high price.
The old uncle doesn't take advantage of you, just give me a dime per pound. That pig is really too big, it actually sold for seven hundred and forty yuan. You said you want to buy rice, noodles, grains and oil, and I bought it for you too. "
The purchase only cost a few dozen yuan, and everything is in the tractor's trailer. The remaining 600 yuan was already a huge sum of money. Old Uncle Jiang Zheng Zhi counted it again and handed it to Zhou Qingfeng to ask him to count more.
"It's okay, thank you, old uncle." Zhou Qingfeng only glanced at the'lie-recognition corsage' on his neckline. Without a lot of it, he drew another ten yuan from the six hundred yuan and stuffed it. I have to trouble you."
Old Uncle Jiang didn't want to live or die, saying that he had already taken a lot. He helped move the purchased materials off the tractor, and looked at Zhou Qingfeng's nearly collapsing house, and said, "If you have money, don't spend it randomly. Repair the house and you can marry a daughter-in-law.
If you slap some game, just call me. I'll transport it to the county for you, guaranteeing that it can be sold at a high price. "
Zhou Qingfeng nodded, but didn't want to sell any game anymore. Making such a wild boar makes such a fuss. Don't think about living a stable life by selling wild boars every day. He promised that he would ask his old uncle for help, so he sent him away.
Waiting for Old Uncle Jiang to leave abruptly in his tractor, Zhou Qingfeng turned around to think that he really had to have a place to live. The dilapidated house is definitely not good enough, but the rebuilding of the house seems to be too exaggerated-600 yuan should be invested in reproduction, and should not be...
Zhou Qingfeng was thinking about it, and casually glanced at his dragon dung farm. He only hopes that the crops he planted blindly will not die, but he really waits for him to see the conditions in the fields...
"Fuck, these dishes of mine are all refined!"