Elf: Choose to kick Flying Gouhao at the beginning

Maple Moon didn't need Jianlei and the others to answer. She could be sure of her guess just from their silence.

In fact, this situation is not uncommon, and it can even be said that situations like Jian Lei and others may occur no matter where in the world.

After all, there are only a few people who can become Pokémon trainers. For most people, their lives cannot be separated from Pokémon, but they actually don’t know the Pokémon around them as well as they think.

To make up for the knowledge they lack, so that their love for Pokémon can be accurately and fully conveyed to Pokémon, this is what the Pokémon Doctors have been striving for.

Maple Moon was very glad that he could become an investigator at the Sakuragi Research Institute, and he was even more fortunate that he chose the heart of breeding and became a breeder. The knowledge of breeding that he instilled in him allowed him to grow in this world in a very short time. Here, I found something that I thought was full of meaning.

When a person is young, he finds something that is full of meaning, has the ability to do it, and continues to gain happiness in the process. He couldn't be happier.

"The situation of heavy mud pulling horses was discovered early, so it is not serious. I can teach you how to correct it. But Uncle Jianlei, I hope you can understand that for your Pokémon, the only person who knows them best is It’s you. You can’t expect to meet someone who can help you solve your problem every time.”

Feng Yue glanced at the huge wooden barrel carried on the heavy mud horse and continued to speak.

"Pokémon can be partners, comrades-in-arms, and family members, but the only thing they can't be is tools."

Maple Moon's words stopped abruptly. He had said enough, so much that it seemed like he was preaching. Even he felt verbose and bored.

He understood this truth, but still chose to say these words.

Compared with this group of people who have been dealing with various Pokémon since they were born, he who came from time-travel cherished every encounter with various elves, even if this group of heavy mud horses did not belong to him. He regarded them all as treasures.

He didn't even quite understand whether this feeling came from himself or because of his nurturing heart.

Or maybe it was because Xiaohao carried all his negative emotions, so all he left for Pokémon was tenderness?

The process of making clay protective gear is not complicated. The heavy mud draft horse will chew the soil, soak the saliva into it, and then spit it out after chewing it thoroughly. The mud mixed with saliva completes the first step of making.The next step is to wrap it around your own horse's hoof and wait for initial drying.

When it dries to a certain extent, the heavy mud horse will begin to walk, jump, trample, run and other movements rhythmically.During this process, the air in the soil will be gradually squeezed out with the movement of the heavy mud horse. At the same time, the heavy mud horse will gradually become familiar with its "new shoes" and gain stronger strength during this process. Control.

The nature of the transport team was special. Maybe they were busy on the road or on a mission. Jian Lei and the others obviously didn't give the Ashushige mud-drawn horses time to adapt.As a result, the hardness of clay protective gear that has not been compressed by high-intensity air will be greatly reduced.In addition, running for a long time on terrain such as the desert will further shorten the life of the clay protective gear.

Therefore, there is a scene in front of us where the horses are heavy in mud and it is difficult to continue on their way.

The solution is also very simple, which is to use the special characteristics of the heavy mud to draw the horse's saliva, soften the mud protective gear, and restart the compressed air process, which is a bit similar to blacksmithing.Although in this way, the effect will not be as good as being in place at once, but there is no problem in solving the immediate difficulties.

When the secondary-processed clay protective gear reaches the limit of use, it can be reshaped after it falls off normally.

Because the degree of "damage" of each heavy clay horse's clay protective gear was different, Maple Moon had to deal with it one by one according to the corresponding situation.When all ten heavy mud draft horses were processed, Feng Yue was already exhausted and sweating profusely.

Jian Lei and others saw this scene in their eyes and felt uncomfortable in their hearts.They were obviously his partners, but they couldn't even help him at all.

In the midst of guilt and self-blame, I could only feel more grateful to Maple Moon.

"Okay, the preliminary treatment is now complete. You wait here for 5 minutes, and then let the heavy mud draft horses run in a circle to fully compress the air in the mud protective gear. After re-adapting to your body, the treatment will be completed. It’s done.”

Feng Yue was so tired that she was swaying, but Jian Lei, who had quick eyes and quick hands, helped her.

"Brother Maple Moon, thank you for your hard work. You should drink some water and take a rest first. We have written down everything you told us, and we will handle the rest ourselves."

"Why are you still standing there? Waiting for dinner? Why don't you quickly bring me a kettle for Brother Feng Yue! One or two, you don't have any eyesight."

The mistress was scolded unexpectedly, but this time he was not angry at all. Maple Moon's abilities had already conquered everyone present.There was even a little dispute between them over deciding who would get Maple Moon a kettle.

If Jian Lei hadn't waited and waited for the kettle, scolding him again with a dark face, they might have taken action to deliver water.

No one thought that the boy they had laughed at as a "little baby" not long ago would soon become the target of their efforts to please.

Maple Moon took the kettle from the mistress's hand and took a big gulp.It was very funny to see the sullen mistress making a victory gesture in front of everyone, only to be greeted with a friendly "greeting" by everyone.

Birds of a feather flock together and people flock together, this saying is indeed true.

A team of like-minded people is always happy.

"Brother, it's almost time. Let's go for a run with the heavy mud draft horses."

"Go ahead, remember what my brother Maple Moon said, and don't forget a single word. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry! I remember everything!"

My brother Maple Moon?

Feng Yue looked at Jian Lei dumbfounded.

You are speaking smoothly, and you have completely adapted to your status as a dog licker.

What a real person.

This was the second time Maple Moon had seen the scene of the heavy mud-drawn horses running at full speed. This time, they were even closer. The overwhelming momentum was so strong that it was hard to breathe.

Xiaosanzi and the others walked from near to far, deliberately avoiding the migration team, leaving a large circle, and ran for a long time before slowly returning to the temporary camp.

Huh?

Did you have fun watching it?

Almost as soon as Xiao Sanzi and the others came back, Feng Yue saw Xiao Hao being carried in his hand.

what is this?Is the lock between enemies hanging?

I can't see anything else, but I can see this unlucky guy accurately.

"Brother, there was a boy who said he was a friend of Brother Maple Moon. He asked us for some water, and I brought him back."

"Oh? Brother Maple Moon's friend, bring it here so I can take a look."

The mistress responded and brought Xiao Hao to Jian Lei.

Jian Lei only glanced at Feng Yue suspiciously.

Is this a friend of my brother Maple Moon?Why don't I look like it?

How come I, Brother Maple Moon, am such a talented person, have such a shady friend?

Also, why does this person smell weird?

"Brother Maple Moon, is this your friend?"

Maple Moon did not answer directly, but looked at the mistress with interest.

"How did he tell you? Just that he was my friend?"

"No, his original words were that he is your life-and-death friend, Brother Fengyue."

"Hahaha, friends of life and death?"

Is it the kind of life-and-death relationship where I don’t want you to live, but you also want me to die?