The lone wolf put down the old hen and before he spoke, the old hen started clucking and clucking, and Fang Zheng also understood.
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 henhouse when I wasn't paying attention! Help! I don't want to die! Cluck 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 kill the chicken and eat the meat, right? He began to doubt the purpose of the system giving him this ability. It must have bad intentions.
"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 Feeling sick, he quickly waved his 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 and clucking: "Thank you, Master! Thank you for not killing me! You damn dog, why are you so fierce? Stare at me? I will glare 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 verbose 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.
After sending the lone wolf away, Fang Zheng's stomach growled, he was hungry!
Fang Zheng immediately found the flower pot with crystal rice seeds planted in it, but before he even got close, he smelled a fresh fragrance! It's the fragrance of rice, elegant yet with a hint of appetite temptation!
Fangzheng looked carefully and saw a two-meter-high rice growing in the flower pot. The rice was covered with rice. Every grain of golden rice coat could not cover the white and crystal clear inside. It was stunned by them. The gap was broken a bit and then arched out.
That refreshing fragrance is emanating from the crystal rice. Although the distribution distance is only about ten meters, it is better than any rice Fangzheng has ever seen! There was no need to cook it, and just by smelling it, Fang Zheng felt that the life-saving rice in the rice vat, which he treated as a treasure, was simply dregs and could not be eaten.
Just when Fangzheng was distracted, there was a pop, and a grain of crystal rice burst through the rice clothes and fell down! Then, like a chain reaction, all the crystals fell off on their 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 is simply astonishing!
Under normal circumstances, the yield of a single rice plant is measured in grams. This is directly measured in kilograms! Fangzheng's first thought was that if these rice seeds could be sold out in batches, it would be hard for him not to make a fortune! And for those countries that are short of food and clothing, this is definitely a great merit in saving people!
Fang Zheng's mouth almost watered when he thought of saving countless people and the results of countless draws. But when he thought of the price, all Fang Zheng's thoughts were instantly extinguished.
Three hundred yuan a seed, this is definitely a sky-high price of seeds. If he really sells it, he will probably be spitted to death on the same day! It’s useless to produce a pound of rice, it’s three hundred yuan per pound, it’s still sky-high price of rice!
The most important thing is that Fang Zheng 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 believers with pious hearts. However, with this kind of money and the strong incense in 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, the Buddha. As for favoring others—dream!
"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, how can you get such seeds?" If we go out, with the technological capabilities of our world, can we crack it? Or copy it, improve it or something?"
"How can an ant understand the Mathematical Olympiad? That's a question." The system replied 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! Let the rice in the rice vat go first. I invested 300 yuan in rice, so I 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.
The 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 firewood, and all that is left is to wait.
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 the way. What's the point of talking about all this nonsense? You'll know if you go and see it?" Camouflage pants, canvas shoes, a white shirt with a bit of yellow and a light green jacket. It was Wang Yougui, the head of Zhi Village under the mountain. The person who spoke before was the village accountant Yang Ping. Another old man who looked like a dull gourd was Tan Juguo, the village secretary.
The three of them had not originally planned to go up Yizhi Mountain. After all, the mountain was a bit steep, and the steps leading up the mountain were covered with moss. If they were not careful, they could easily slip and die. Today, only some old hunters and occasional outdoor enthusiasts come to climb Yizhi Mountain.
As for going up the mountain to worship Buddha, only some old people who are nostalgic still come up. Now that Yi Zhi Monk is no more, those old people have given up their thoughts and stopped coming.
The three of them were talking 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 are talking about? 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. Staring.
(End of chapter)