Ranch Story: Start Over

If you raise too many poultry, some of them will become spirits.

Lin behaves more elegantly when facing outsiders, and does not make people feel that she is uncultured and unmannered.

In front of Feng Qingyang, she held a small bowl and added a bowl of soup for herself. A few pieces of chicken and a small amount of Coprinus comatus were swaying in the soup. She blew on it in a sip as if to taste it, and then scooped it up with a spoon to drink.

Feng Qingyang looked at this little girl who looked like a lady from a wealthy family and said with a smile:

"Little girl, my Feng Ling has caused you trouble. From your appearance, it seems that your magic power is a little overdrawn."

Lin flicked her bangs, then put down the bowl and said:

"Grandpa Feng, this might be your grandson's first time riding a magic bike. I was too excited when I injected magic power into the back and lost control."

"This brat, doesn't he care about other people's feelings when others inject magic into him? I'll scold him for you later."

Seeing that Feng Qingyang was not partial to Feng Ling at all, Lin chuckled and said:

"It's okay, Grandpa Feng. If it weren't for him doing this, I might not be able to drink such delicious chicken soup. Moreover, I feel that my magic power has recovered very quickly. Is this chicken soup really made by him today?"

Feng Qingyang nodded, then pointed to a small pile of large feathers in the sunlight in the distance and said:

"Look over there."

Looking in the direction of Feng Qingyang's finger, Lin saw a pile of feathers neatly placed on the stone slab. The feathers were colorful and seemed to be pheasant feathers from the color.

The scorching sun shining on the stone slabs had long since dried out the feathers. The bright red color looked like flames, and the flashing light seemed to indicate that they were not the feathers of an ordinary pheasant. A name suddenly popped up in Lin's mind.

"Phoenix Feather Chicken!"

"Yes, Feng Ling went to Nanshan from the ranch this morning, and he brought it back with him when he came back at noon."

"That chicken is incredibly fast, Feng Ling is so amazing, it's the fastest among ordinary walking birds.

A lot of information about Phoenix Feather Chicken suddenly popped up in Lin's mind.

The king of chickens, a walking bird that is half a step away from being a bird.

There is a chance that one will be born in every 100, and there is a high chance that it will escape after birth. Due to its strong body, jumping ability and intermittent flying ability, it is difficult to capture, and therefore the selling price is expensive.

Ordinary families usually raise hundreds of chickens. When this one chicken is found, they will first let down their guard and then spend money to invite senior magicians in the town or village to replenish the stock and capture it to sell to the big hotel.

Selling price.

Feng Ling certainly didn't know. If he knew that the pheasant he and his grandfather had at noon was so expensive, he would have felt it was a pity at most. However, nourishing his grandfather's body was the top priority.

"Then I forgive him, Grandpa Feng, and you shouldn't blame him. Drink more of this chicken soup, it's really delicious."

Feng Qingyang smiled and said:

"Okay, okay, I'll drink the soup, and you can eat more of the meat. Eat Feng Ling's portion as a punishment for him."

Lin looked somewhat embarrassedly at Feng Ling who was working hard in the distance, then looked at Feng Qingyang who was smiling at her. She picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks and put it in Feng Qingyang's bowl, then picked up a piece for herself and put it in her mouth.

"Yes, yes, Grandpa Feng, punish him and you eat too. Let's eat together."

Feng Qingyang looked at the girl in front of him who was not being pretentious and laughed heartily.

……

Feng Ling looked at the two people who were chatting happily under the tree. He was worried that Lin was bored here, but she still looked very happy.

Half an hour later, Feng Ling had opened up 800 square meters of arable land. Although his magic power was depleted by 400 points, looking at the four arable lands in front of him, each with an area of ​​4*200, the onion seeds bought at the market today can be planted. Feng Ling bought 10 bags of onion seeds.

The onion seeds in the market are very different from the onion seeds in Fengling Mall. The seeds in the mall can be sown in 9 grids at a time. The operation is very simple. You just need to stand in the middle of the grid and silently say sowing in your heart, and the seeds will fly out automatically.

In reality, one has to consider where to put onion seeds. Now, he has 50 packets of onion seeds in his space pendant, each packet priced at 150. After buying some seasonings and daily necessities, he has spent all the money.

Now, Feng Ling needs to spend merit points to exchange onion seeds from the outside world for seeds from the system mall. Fortunately, exchanging a pack of seeds from the outside world only requires a handling fee of 1 merit point, which is equivalent to killing a level one monster. This makes Feng Ling feel fortunate.

Considering that he didn't have that much money at the moment, and couldn't have so many seeds appear inexplicably, Feng Ling had to use this cumbersome method to cover up his mall system. 50 packets of seeds were 450 grids, and seeing that there were a little more seeds, Feng Ling quickly picked up the hoe and rushed to Lin's side.

Seeing that there was a clean bowl on the table and the soup was almost gone, Feng Ling looked at Lin, then shook his head, and quickly poured the last bit of soup into the bowl and drank it.

Just this one bowl directly and quickly restored Feng Ling's 30 points of magic power. Seeing that some of his MP had been restored, Feng Ling said to Lin.

"Senior sister, you're going to get fat if you look like this."

After saying that, Feng Ling ran away, saying that being fat by women was a taboo topic, even in a different world, this world was not much different from the original world in the 80s and 90s.

"Get out of here!"

A chicken leg bone was thrown on Feng Ling's back. Then, hearing the whistling sound behind him, Feng Ling quickly squatted down and a magic water ball flew over his head.

"Senior sister, please go back early and don't let the master worry."

Lin looked at Feng Ling who was running away. Humph! Dare to say I'm fat, I won't leave. Let's see what you're going to eat for dinner.

Feng Ling jogged along the way, and quickly turned over the remaining 50 squares of soil. Then he took off his shoes and walked to the center of the soft soil. He took out the seeds and silently said in his heart:

sowing!

I saw the onion seeds in my hand spinning around my body and flying steadily into the soil. It seemed to be somewhat similar to the actions in the game, where you throw the seeds into the sky with force and they scatter.

Now, the difficulty in sowing seeds by yourself is that you don’t have magic power, otherwise you would have to put the onion seeds one by one into the soil and add soil.

Looking at his dried up magic value, Feng Ling looked at Lin who was laughing in the distance and sighed. This spendthrift woman drank up all his chicken soup. Although chicken soup has a small amount of mana recovery effect, one has to drink at least 10 sips, and the bowl he just had was only 5 sips at most.

Look at the mana recovery buff in your character panel, 160MP/h, 60 is your basic mana recovery ability, representing 600% of your 10, and 100 is the chicken soup you just drank, which has only half of its maximum effect, so just make do with it.

It takes ten hours to fully recover 60 points of basic mana. And now, the duration of 160MP/h is only a pitiful 1.5 hours. Feng Ling is also drunk. There are still so many plots that have not been watered. Now he really has to rely on his own hands to rub them.

Lin watched Feng Ling, who was in a very unhappy mood, walk to the well platform with a painful expression, and quickly scoop water into the bucket. She smiled maliciously and said:

"No more magic power?"

"Yeah, you're quite honest."

"Hey, hey, hey, why don't you feel dizzy?"

"I'm a swordsman. My physical fitness is better than yours. How can I be as weak as you?"

"Humph! You'll be exhausted!"

Feng Ling scooped up the water and spread his hands:

"Just think of it as exercise. Next time I'll hide the delicious food so you don't steal it!"

“Ahhhhh, it hurts! I was wrong, Senior Sister.”

Feng Ling quickly followed the direction of Lin's hand strength. This woman was pulling his ears without any awareness of the degree of strength she was exerting.