Chapter 13 There Is Another Visitor【Please Collect and Recommend Tickets】
The lone wolf put down the old hen and didn't speak yet, the old hen clucked and clucked, and Fang Zheng understood it.
The old hen said: "Master help! I am a good chicken at the foot of the mountain! I have an owner! This prodigal wolf cub ran to the chicken coop and caught me when my mother was not paying attention! Help! I don’t want to die! Cluck clatter!"
Fangzheng was speechless. Seeing the old hen tossing about like this, he figured that even if he wasn't a monk, he wouldn't be able to butcher a chicken for meat, right? He began to doubt the purpose of the system for giving him this ability, and he must have no good intentions.
"Okay, stop barking. It's early in the morning. Those who know it's the old hen is barking, but those who don't know think I've done something to you." Fangzheng said this, and a strange scene flashed in his head, and he immediately fell asleep. Feeling disgusted, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Lone Wolf, send it back, and don't steal chickens in the future. Let's take care of the food."
Although the lone wolf was a little reluctant, he nodded and went down the mountain with the big fat chicken in his mouth.
Fangzheng, who was far away, heard the big fat chicken clucking and screaming: "Thank you, master! Thank you for not killing me! You are a dead dog, why are you so fierce? Stare at me? I will stare at you too! Who is afraid of whom? Huh? How dare you eat me? Are you not afraid of Master￥#%#...&"
Fangzheng listened to the nagging words, he finally understood why the ancients described nagging people like old hens! This is more verbose than a duck... At the same time, Fangzheng sympathized with the lone wolf, and his ears definitely suffered on the way down the mountain.
After seeing off the lone wolf, Fangzheng's stomach growled, he was hungry!
Fangzheng immediately found the flowerpot where the crystal rice seeds were planted, but before he got close, he smelled a fragrance! It is rice fragrance, with a hint of appetite temptation in its elegance!
Fangzheng looked carefully, and saw a two-meter-high rice growing out of the flower pot. The rice was covered with rice, and the golden rice coat couldn't cover the white and crystal inside. Zhang broke a few points and arched out.
The clear fragrance is emanating from the crystal rice. Although the distribution distance is only more than ten meters, it is better than all the rice that Fangzheng has seen! There is no need to cook it, just by smelling it, Fangzheng feels that the life-saving rice in the rice tank is simply dross and cannot be eaten.
Just when Fangzheng was distracted, with a bang, a grain of crystal rice bulged and the rice coat fell down! Then, like a chain reaction, all the crystal rice fell off by themselves!
Fangzheng hurried over to harvest the rice. He didn't know if it was harvested, but when he harvested it, he was startled. There was actually a whole catty of crystal rice on this stalk of rice! The yield is simply astonishingly scary!
Under normal circumstances, the output of a single rice plant is measured in grams, but this is directly measured in catties! Fangzheng's first thought was that if the rice seeds could be sold in batches, it would be hard not to make a fortune! And for those countries that lack clothing and food, this is definitely a great merit for saving lives!
Fangzheng's saliva is almost drooling at the thought of saving countless lives and the result of countless lottery draws. But when he thought of the price, all Fangzheng's thoughts were extinguished in an instant.
Three hundred yuan per seed, this is definitely a sky-high price. If he really sells it, he will probably be sprayed to death on the same day! It's useless to produce one catty, three hundred yuan per catty, which is also a sky-high price of rice!
Most importantly, Fangzheng really has no money! The purchase of system products must be money tainted with merit. This kind of money is only counted as the sesame oil money put down by believers with pious hearts. However, with this kind of money and the exuberant incense of One Finger Temple, Fangzheng estimated that he would not be able to buy too many seeds on the day of his death. It was already Amitabha who could guarantee that he would not starve to death. The Buddha appeared. As for the rest of Enze—dream!
"I just hope that the 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. At that time, the seeds will not be unaffordable..." Fangzheng muttered, and then asked: "Brother System, this kind of seed Take it out, with the technological capabilities of our world, can it be cracked? Or copied, improved or something?"
"How can ants understand the Olympiad? This is a question." The system answered humorously.
Fang Zheng resolutely gave up this idea. The existence of the system cannot be explained by science, and this must be the case for Jingmi.
Fangzheng asked again: "Can the crystal rice in my hand be planted as seeds again?"
"No, these rice can only be used for eating, nothing else." The system said.
Fangzheng shook his head helplessly, since it can only be used for eating, then eat it! The rice in the rice jar is left first, and the family has invested 300 oceans of rice, so you must try something new first!
So Fangzheng ran to open a pot to cook rice, Fangzheng was alone, a handful of rice was enough, a catty of rice was enough to eat, and it could last for a day or two.
The rice is crystal clear, and there is no need to wash it at all. The rice is put into the pot, water is added, firewood is lit, and the rest is waiting.
A few minutes later, a fresh fragrance wafted out of the pot. Fangzheng didn't know if he was hungry or what, but he felt a sense of euphoria when he smelled the rice fragrance. Rice! It would be great if the old man was still around, he would definitely laugh and chant Amitabha after taking a bite of this kind of rice."
Thinking of Monk One Finger, Fang Zheng's glutton was also suppressed by faint thoughts.
At the same time, three people came to the mountain.
"Village chief, isn't this too mysterious? Isn't the One Finger Temple about to collapse? We came to see it a while ago, and I gave you the official documents from the government. Those college students, what do you say?" We lied to them? And saying that this finger temple is very new... This is simply too ridiculous." A man in dark blue woolen clothes and a flat hat complained.
"Okay, I've been nagging all the way, what's the use of talking about this mess? You'll know if you look around?" Camouflage pants, canvas shoes, a light green coat over a white shirt with a little yellow The most important one is Wang Yougui, the village head of Shanxiazhi Village. It was the village accountant Yang Ping who spoke before. Another old man who looks like a gourd is the secretary of the village, Tan Juguo.
The three of them didn't intend to go up Yizhi Mountain again, after all, the mountain is a bit steep, and the steps up the mountain are also occupied by moss or something, and it is easy to slip down and kill someone if they are not careful. Nowadays, only some old hunters and occasional outdoor enthusiasts come to climb Yizhi Mountain.
As for going up to the mountain to worship Buddha, only some nostalgic old people still come up. Now Monk One Finger is gone, and those old people have given up their thoughts and stopped coming.
The three of them were talking, and when they reached the top of the mountain, they were all stunned when they looked up.
"Yang Ping, is this the one-finger temple with rotten walls and broken tiles you mentioned? If this is a rotten wall and broken tiles, your family will be worse than a pigsty!" Before the village chief could speak, Tan Juguo had already blown his beard. I stared.