Doomsday pen fairy

Yu He grabbed Feng Zixuan's finger with one hand, said "be patient", and drew a small cut on Feng Zixuan's finger with the finger knife.

"hiss……"

The blood flowed out, and Yu He pressed Feng Zixuan's finger on the Qiankun bag, and the blood was absorbed directly, but the Qiankun bag didn't look any different.

"Calm down, don't think about anything, just think about getting something from the Qiankun bag."

Feng Zixuan swallowed his saliva, his hands were grabbed, and his body was pressed together, making him calm down?

Looking up at Yu He, he was not just nervous or something, in short, his eyes were complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yu He lowered his head and looked at each other, then immediately let go of his hand and took two steps back.

The fairy fragrance on the tip of Feng Zixuan's nose faded a little, and he couldn't help but feel lost. It was a sense of attraction that was illogical and unreasonable. I don't know if it was because of the fairy fragrance or Yu He, but he always wanted to get closer.

"Calm your mind and get rid of distracting thoughts." Yu He said again.

Feng Zixuan took two deep breaths and closed his eyes, smelling the reassuring fragrance of Yu He's fairy, Feng Zixuan calmed down and followed what Yu He said.

"Put all your focus on the Qiankun Bag, you are its master, use your command to open it, and use your thoughts to enter the Qiankun Bag!"

This was a mysterious and miraculous process. Feng Zixuan followed Yu He's guidance, and after more than ten minutes, Feng Zixuan barely touched the door, and Yu He casually grabbed the water glass on the table.

"Take it in and try."

Holding the cup, Feng Zixuan sent the cup into the Qiankun bag with his mind, tried three times, and finally succeeded on the third time.

Looking at the empty hand, Feng Zixuan was a little dazed, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "Yu He! You see I succeeded, I took it in!"

To Yu He, this was just a simple matter of eating and drinking, but seeing Feng Zixuan's overjoyed appearance, he couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"Try to take it out again. The Qiankun bags are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. This is something that Erlang Shen took from the hand. It is a high-grade Qiankun bag. The time inside is stopped, and you can put many things in it in the future. It's just that his size is linked to your cultivation base, as long as you have enough thoughts and cultivation base, it can be infinitely large."

After hearing Yu He's introduction, Feng Zixuan's eyes shone brightly. Of course, he didn't need to say much about his excitement: "Such a powerful baby, even you want it from others. Do you really want to give it to me?"

This sounds awkward, and I always feel that this is being underestimated.Yu Zhuxiao of Yu He raised Feng Zixuan's chin: "I used to be the god of justice, the god of the fairy world. Even if I am poor now, I have seen good things. This Qiankun bag is like your mobile phone and computer in the world. Household things, when did you see Ma Yun and Wang Jianlin caring about a mobile phone."

"Then why do you want it for me?" Feng Zixuan asked.

Yu He: "It was taken away by the Jade Emperor."

Feng Zixuan: "Why did you take it away?"

Yu He: "Because I am dismissed from office."

Feng Zixuan: "That means bankruptcy? A local tyrant will care about a mobile phone even if he goes bankrupt."

In fact, Feng Zixuan is just purely curious. After all, adolescents are just a process from childhood to adulthood. They will eagerly absorb all the knowledge they come into contact with, and understand everything from the bottom up.

Yu He lowered his body and pressed his forehead against Feng Zixuan's. The pattern between his brows was a little hot, and it burned directly into Feng Zixuan's heart.

"A bankrupt local tyrant is still a local tyrant. The absence of this sage doesn't mean the lack of it. Do you understand?"

It was so close, and the fairy's appearance was so refined, Feng Zixuan's face was flushed, and he wanted to step back, but he leaned against the chair, "Gulu" swallowing.

For some reason, there is always an illusion that Yu He is going to kiss him in the next second.

"Understood...understood."

Yu He reached out and rubbed the top of Feng Zixuan's hair: "Just practice, I still have things to do."

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace, and the fairy fragrance was gone.Feng Zixuan looked around and then at the universe bag in his hand, it seemed like a dream, yet so real.

Then, after Feng Zixuan turned back to look at the computer, the ignition was not turned on in the night, and the character died.

Feng Zixuan kept smiling wryly, and spent the rest of the day practicing putting things away.Yu He is not idle either, he is using the internet to learn about the world in his spare time, and then he keeps deliberating on the plan, trying to give Feng Zixuan the best possible life within a reasonable range.

At this time, he also took over the mess of saving Qiao Xue. To be honest, if it wasn't for Feng Zixuan's passion to see injustice, he would not care about the bad things in the world if he was full.

Feng Zixuan showed the Qiankun bag to his parents, and what he got was that his parents urged him not to let outsiders know, not even his uncle and uncle. No matter how simple the folk customs are, they are based on the equality of everyone. If the criminals know about it, they will never have a good life in the future.

He found a red string to tie the Qiankun bag around his neck, and when asked by outsiders, he said it was a peace talisman for him.

Yu He would tell Feng's parents what he thought of, such as planning to plant various vegetables and fruits in the next year on the arable land that happened to be relatively close.Deposit a few mu of greenhouses and one mu of greenhouses, and wait for the land to be cleared up after the autumn harvest.

The backyard is not small, and it is all used to raise livestock, chickens, ducks, geese, cattle, sheep and pigs, and use it wherever it can be used.

After the planning was completed, the father and the mother calculated the cost, plus the purchase of real estate and a courtyard house for farmhouse entertainment. Adding up this fee and that fee, the family's savings were really hanging.Just ten cows is enough to see, and Yu He's meaning behind it is to build a mountain top, which can raise livestock and create small tourist attractions at the same time.

As long as you plan well, it is also a good place to have a picnic.

There are really outsourced hills nearby, but most of the places are planted with trees, and the trees have no right to move. If you want to cut them down, you have to report to the local forestry bureau.

The package is quite cheap, with more than [-] lifetime use rights, but if you can't cut down trees, it always feels like giving money to others to cut down trees.

Fortunately, there are still seven or eight acres of land that can be used. The railings around the mountain can be used to raise pheasants, ducks and geese, as well as pigs, cattle and sheep. This way, the livestock pen in the backyard of the house can be designed to save the need for a greenhouse.

In fact, Yu He is also constantly trying and planning, and sometimes listens to Feng's father and mother's opinions to make certain changes.

After all, Yu He is a god who does not eat fireworks in the world, and modern technology is changing with each passing day. Gods are not omnipotent, and they have to learn.

After preparing for more than a month in this way, the grain has entered the harvest season. All the corn here is fully mechanized, and people can be hired to watch it and the grain can be harvested directly in the field. However, according to Yu He's intention, the corn The corn stalks are kept, and when the farmhouse is successful in the next year, the corn stalks will be piled up in the farmhouse. When cooking, let the guests watch them carry the firewood into the kitchen to cook, so that they can rest assured that the food cooked with firewood tastes good.

In this case, we have to abandon the machinery and use manual labor. It takes a few days for the villagers to pay [-] yuan a day from cutting the stick to harvesting, and it also costs thousands of dollars.

Neighbors felt distressed when they saw it. Being rich is not so corrupt. They came to persuade them not to use firewood. After all, the village has natural gas and coal heating in winter, so they don’t need so much firewood.

He is kind, but this side can't change its behavior just because of a few words from the neighbors.Individuals have their own ideas, and no one will persuade them after a long time.

The village has not seen a firewood stack for several years, and there is no such big one.

The rice is also made by hand, and the straw stacks are even less visible. Many children in the village come to play, asking for a few straws to play with.

In the past, when we sold our wife Dianzi in difficult times, we only put a straw in the head of the person who was sold to signal the person to sell food. Now that the world is good, it is not auspicious to insert a straw, and it is not enough to be seen by others.

After the autumn harvest, the preparations officially began.After buying the foundation and filing the report, we asked the designer to draw a sample and then asked someone to build the house.

There are not many people in the village who are willing to work. After all, the living conditions are good now, and every household has at least six figures in savings, which is enough to save a lifetime. Except for a few old bricklayers who can't stay idle, the rest It can only hire people from other villages.

The goods are divided into big and small workers, big workers pay 260 a day, and small workers get 130.The big worker builds a house to control the progress, the small worker moves bricks and mud, and then hires two women to help cook. They are so busy all day long.

Feng Zixuan was also dragged by his parents to be a strong man, and he moved bricks all afternoon, his back ached from exhaustion.At dinner time, Feng Zixuan wanted to join in the fun at dinner, but after being slapped by Feng's mother, he rushed upstairs: "What table is the kid on?"

There were a bunch of gentlemen sitting on the table, all shirtless, drinking wine and chatting. When they saw some movement here, someone immediately helped to speak: "You are so big, why are you called children, come and sit here."

As soon as Feng Zixuan got close to smell the smell of sweat, Feng Zixuan, who developed a cleanliness habit at school, didn't like it very much, but he didn't hate it, after all, they sweated so much because they worked for their own family.

Mother Feng saw that Feng Zixuan was sixteen or seventeen, and he was indeed an older child, so she pushed Feng Zixuan towards the dining table: "Go and eat, don't be ashamed if you look good."

In fact, Feng Zixuan didn't want to join in the fun anymore at this time, after all, when he got close, he could smell the smell of alcohol and sweat mixed together, which really affected his appetite.

But before Feng Zixuan retreated, someone grabbed his hand. It was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties from the village who was holding Feng Zixuan and sitting beside him. If there is anything you can’t eat, come on, my uncle will fill you up with wine and drink two bowls with you.”

After finishing speaking, he poured wine for Feng Zixuan. Feng Zixuan had never drunk alcohol since he was a child, and his parents always regarded him as a child and forbade him to drink. He didn't have the habit of drinking, so they stretched out their hands to block it: "I don't know how to drink."

Mother Feng frowned as she watched from behind: "I said big brother, Xiaoxuan is only sixteen this year, so how can he drink? If you drink yours, don't kidnap my child."

There was a burst of laughter at the dinner table.