Chapter 2593: Whistling Down (Fifty-One)

Chapter 2567: Down the Wind (Fifty-one)

Schiller successfully bought three large bags of garden soil, a shovel for digging, and some sundries such as kettles and water pipes in the gardening area.

He didn't buy grass seeds, mainly because the quality of grass seeds here was not good and did not meet the needs of lawns in the rich area. However, the vendor selling grass seeds gave Schiller a phone number. His cousin was doing business in the rich area, and Schiller could ask for door-to-door delivery.

Schiller did not ask the boss to deliver the garden soil and tools to his door, but just asked the boss to help carry them to the trunk of his car. He planned to bury them himself with gray fog.

After all, it was really impossible to fill them in one shovel at a time. On the one hand, the room had just been cleaned, so there would be too much dust. On the other hand, it was too laborious. Schiller rarely did this kind of physical work except burying corpses.

He drove home, but saw an unexpected person, that is, Killer Croc. He drove the original small truck and parked it in front of Schiller's house. Zatanna was using magic to move something in.

Schiller's car stopped behind the truck, and Killer Croc spotted him immediately. Schiller got out of the car, put his hands over his eyes to block the sunlight, looked at the two of them and said, "Why are you here? What are you moving?"

"Of course it's garden soil." Zatanna also squinted in the sun. The baseball cap she was wearing couldn't completely block the strong sunlight, so she simply took off the cap and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"Raven called and said she blew a big hole in your backyard. After all, we were the ones who brought her here, and we can't let you solve it alone."

Schiller looked back at his trunk and said, "You should have sent me a text message earlier. I've already bought them."

"That's perfect. The bags we bought may not be enough. Extra is better. Anyway, if you want to grow vegetables in the future, you will need soil, so you can always use it."

"I brought some beautiful stones. Don't you want to make a small vegetable garden?" Killer Croc said as he moved the bags down, "I'm good at this. I can build a vegetable garden for you in the corner of the garden."

Schiller hesitated for a while and said, "Then I'll trouble you."

Killer Croc waved his hand and didn't take it seriously. Soon, the garden soil that Schiller bought and they brought were all moved to the backyard.

Schiller gestured in the backyard and said, "I plan to make a vegetable garden this big. I'll plant it in the open air here, and I'll build a small greenhouse here."

"I need a greenhouse?!" Zatanna was a little shocked.

"It's just a greenhouse." Schiller said, "It can be built with bamboo poles and plastic sheets. Its main function is to grow seedlings."

"You can actually grow vegetables?!" Zatanna was even more shocked.

"You can't?" Schiller said with a little disdain, "You've never grown it before? Not even once?"

"Come on, I'm a magician, how could I..."

At this time, Killer Croc spoke up, shook his head and said, "No, professor, the vegetable garden you want to make is far beyond my imagination. If it is so big, our soil is not enough."

"I just want to fill the hole, and the vegetable garden can be built later." Schiller said, "It just so happens that the garden over there has not been taken care of for a long time, maybe we can ask a gardener to do it together."

"But the weather is cold." Killer Croc said, "If you plant it now, you can have the last harvest before winter comes, but if it is a few days later, it may not be certain."

"You can also grow vegetables?!" Zatanna looked at Killer Croc in shock again.

"Don't be so surprised. People in the East District can grow something. The slums are not strictly controlled. Some rooftops and small balconies of bungalows will grow some plants."

"But there was no sunlight before. How did you keep them alive?" Zatanna was even more confused.

"As long as you grow enough, some will survive. The seeds are not worth much."

Zatanna now knows where those plants that hit people and those outrageous animals in Gotham come from. It turns out that they are all the products of the failure of exhaustive method.

"Do you think we should start a vegetable garden?" Schiller said, touching his chin.

He was actually a little tempted, because first of all, a big pit in the backyard is also a wonder. There should be no house in the community with such a big pit in the backyard. This can cause widespread discussion at the housewarming party. Maybe it can also be related to aliens. It is a very good topic.

Secondly, Schiller really wants to grow vegetables. The season and temperature are not a problem. The key is that Merkel is not here, which is a great opportunity.

When Merkel returns after a while, the vegetables can be harvested. If Merkel encounters unripe vegetables, these vegetables may not live long enough to be eaten.

Schiller made up his mind, so they shifted their focus from filling the pit to building a vegetable garden.

The villa area in the United States has never been forbidden to grow vegetables, but it is not allowed to grow vegetables in the front yard close to the road. It is necessary to maintain the cleanliness and beauty of the lawn to ensure the stability of housing prices and achieve the purpose of community isolation.

But the backyard is casual, whether it is made into a lawn, a garden, a playground, or even a landscape pavilion, no one cares.

The backyard of Schiller's new house certainly cannot have a garden as big as a manor, but the backyard is not small and is divided into four areas.

In the middle is the lawn and the big pit, on the left is a somewhat abandoned garden, on the right is the expected vegetable garden, and in front is the porch behind the house, which is larger and wider than the front porch. It can accommodate a full set of dining tables for more than a dozen people and can be used for backyard gatherings.

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When he started working, Schiller realized that too much sunshine was not a good thing. Standing in the sun was really hot. Although the weather was cool, the sun always made it hard to open your eyes.

Fortunately, Killer Croc was really good at laying bricks. Even though he didn't get those ugly red bricks, but natural thin bricks one after another, most of which were irregular stone pieces of gray, brown and dark blue that had been cut, he could lay them up one by one very neatly.

The enclosed vegetable garden and the blue-gray courtyard wall were integrated, beautiful and tidy. More importantly, it looked very natural and didn't look like a man-made product. Schiller was quite satisfied.

"This is my special skill." Killer Croc said, "Actually, I'm considering doing renovation work. It's quite lucrative and not too tiring, but this is my next goal. I don't have any connections in this area yet. I'll save some money before I do it."

"Perhaps you know the second-hand market in the East District?" Schiller said, "I met a friend there. People call him Black Martin."

Killer Croc raised his eyebrows and said, "You actually go there and know Martin. This guy is quite famous. He is known as a know-it-all in the market."

"Will his connections be useful to you?"

"Of course, even Very useful. There are many jobs like decorating houses and gardens that require second-hand furniture. There is the largest second-hand furniture wholesale market there, but most people don't know the market. If there is an acquaintance who introduces... "

"He will come over tonight, but it is not convenient for you to meet for the time being. I will ask him for his contact information, and you can find him later. "

Killer Croc was very happy and worked faster. Schiller saw his arms flying up and down, and the remaining half of the wall was done in just a few minutes. He thought, just like the moving market, maybe the Gotham decoration market will set off a bloody storm again.

They poured the soil into the well-built vegetable garden. Schiller simply taught Zatanna how to make ridges. Zatanna vowed to build a vegetable garden in the backyard of the bookstore, but judging from her erratic expression when she just listened to the explanation, there was little hope of success.

In theory, people who come to help with work should be treated to a meal, but Schiller's family did not have normal ingredients, so he had to find a restaurant nearby to order takeout.

It was also his first time to order takeout. Although he had ordered takeout of some items in the manor before, it was all done by Merkel.

In this era, takeout was ordered by phone. Before calling, you had to log on to their webpage to browse the menu. After filling in the pre-menu, write down the digits after the webpage URL, and then call to tell the other party these digits, tell your address and delivery time, and then it was considered that the takeout was ordered.

Schiller fiddled with it for a long time before he succeeded. Zatanna was still gloating beside him, "I know some old antiques don't understand computers. You are not still in the paper office era, right?"

Schiller said in his heart that he really didn't understand computers of this era, because they were really too backward. He actually needed to enter the code on the webpage controller to display the URL number. Was the technology tree of this universe off?

He completely forgot that when he bought a computer, people clearly introduced that the computers of the Luther Group were better at home and intelligent, while the computers of the Wayne Group were more professional and complex. He still chose the computers of the Wayne Group. It was purely his own fault.

It was almost evening when the takeaway arrived and they finished their meal, so they said goodbye and left quickly.

Schiller was sorting things in the living room when he remembered that the crystal ball he bought was left in the car. He went to the garage to get it, but did not move it. Instead, he put it on the table on the back porch, intending to wait for Martin to come and ask him what it was.

After a whole day of tossing and turning, Schiller felt a little sleepy. Remembering that he had to go to class tomorrow, he went upstairs and lay on the bed to check his mobile phone email and reply to the students' all-encompassing and bizarre questions that were not related to psychology.

Soon, Schiller fell asleep.

"Ah!!!"

Suddenly a scream came from downstairs, and Schiller woke up suddenly. He walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked down. A man fell in front of the back porch.

Schiller went downstairs quickly and strode out of the back door. When he approached the man, he found that he was no longer breathing.

Schiller walked closer and saw that the crystal ball in his hand fell on the lawn. It did not break, but the magic energy in it had disappeared.

Schiller felt something and walked over to lift the clothes on the man's back.

As expected, there was a familiar tattoo on his back, from the Confession Cartel.

Dingling!

The doorbell rang, and some familiar voices came from the front of the door.

"Hello, sir, I'm Martin, I'm here to deliver the goods to you, the gift you ordered has arrived!"

Schiller soon appeared in front of the door and opened the door a crack.

Martin saw Schiller in pajamas, smiled apologetically and said, "I didn't know you were resting, do you want me to take you in?"

"Come in." Schiller took a half step back and made way for him.

The moment Martin walked into the door holding the wooden box, he saw Schiller holding a long kitchen knife in his hand.

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