doom clover

"After five years of hard work, the popularization of basic education for young children in the plant world has achieved initial results, but it is still far from enough."

"Plant cubs are the hope of our plant world, compulsory education, without delay!"

On the fifteen-inch old-fashioned TV, a handsome man with a refined and gentle temperament is waving his arms, and his pink and white eyes are full of pride and ambition.

The following news text: [Chairman Lian gave a passionate speech at the Gangda Congress, calling for the strengthening of universal education for young children. 】

"what?"

On the small and dilapidated single sofa, Wen slightly showed disgust, and his handsome face was wrinkled exaggeratedly.

"This broken lotus is destined to have some serious illness."

"What do cubs who have just been born and haven't transformed into form know, and they are forced to go to school, really..."

While mumbling and complaining, he stretched out his slender jade fingers to pick up a lotus seed from the table, put it in his mouth and chewed hard.

Wen Shao was tall and slender, and he was lying on his side in a huddled position at the moment, with his robe unfurled, and his long green hair that reached his legs could only hang down on the floor in aggrieved way, with a little bit of food residue on it.

No image, extremely sloppy.

Speaking of cubs, today is the annual adoption day.

Families with conditions can choose their own children to raise.

Wen thought about this for a while, and slowly got up to tidy himself up, and then walked unsteadily towards the church after finishing.He is not going to adopt a child, he is not eligible for adoption.

But you can mix some free nutrient solution to drink.

Since the newly appointed chairman of the galaxy five years ago, he has vigorously promoted the "Basic Universal Education of Plants for Young Children", and tens of millions of botanists have been sent to various towns on major planets to serve as teachers of plant cubs.

The Yichao star far away in the corner of the plant galaxy has accepted the reform, and Tongyin City, as the poorest urban area on the star, can only have one teacher.

And this precious teacher wants to run away every day.

"Students, class is over, everyone is quiet."

Jun Jian stood on the podium, glanced at the chattering plant cubs below, and heaved a long sigh after reminding it was useless.

The early childhood of plants is in a vegetative state, lacking most of the activities, so they are extremely active, easily excited, and have a strong desire to communicate.

In short, talk a lot, plant cubs!

"Be quiet, the teacher is going to class!" Among the cubs, a broad and thick roar instantly brought the scene under control.

The classroom was quiet for a moment, and Jun Jian looked to a corner, where a three-leaf wood sorrel was sitting obediently.

"Ahem, students, today we will learn about the hatching of plant cubs."

"As we all know, our plants are born from the tree of origin. At first, they were egg-shaped, and after hatching, they became the young plants in the form of plants, and then grew up into human form."

Jun Jian walked back and forth on the podium while talking, and the cubs below followed him and averted their eyes.

This is the teaching method developed by Jun Jian, which consumes the cubs' excess energy by attracting their attention.

"The most important step in hatching. Now that the tree of origin is seriously polluted, every egg is precious."

"Under normal circumstances, regardless of the type of eggs, they should be placed in a warm and humid incubator. The nutrient solution is poured every three hours, the nutrient soil is replaced every six hours, and the incubator is disinfected every day."

"Only by guaranteeing the hatching of plant cubs."

After Jun Jian finished speaking, he looked at the young plants of different shapes in the audience. They looked confused and obviously didn't understand. Jun Jian sighed and looked at the wood sorrel with a little expectation.

The tiny wood sorrel buries its leaves in a soft blanket, its fragile stalks draped over the edge of the seat.

……

Ok.

sleeping.

Jun Jian only stopped for a second, and the originally quiet classroom suddenly became noisy. Jun Jian couldn't control the situation, so he could only turn around, and the two white petal-shaped beards under his nose trembled weakly twice.

Today is also the day I want to quit my job.

As Jun Jian said, the tree of origin, the birth point of all the people in the plant galaxy, has produced fewer and fewer plant eggs because of the serious environmental pollution in the past few decades.

Therefore, plant pups are very precious existences now.

Even a place like Tongyin City, which is so poor that the government needs to help the poor all the time, will spend money for each cub, and ask Guagua to take a taxi to escort the cubs home.

Today, Mr. Pumpkin sent the little sorrel Suochang home. Most of the pumpkin family are born with the transportation attribute of a car, so pumpkins are big taxi-hailers.

Suochang sat in the warm and soft belly of the pumpkin car, and could still smell the rich sweetness of pumpkin.

It seems that this gentleman has edible attributes, and can replace edible pumpkins with his own energy.

Suo Chang thought so, and felt a sense of hunger.Unfortunately, he is still a toddler and cannot ingest food.

"precious!"

After Suo Chang bid farewell to Mr. Pumpkin, he was lifted from behind. When he turned around, he saw a strong man with dark red hair and bronze skin.

He is Suo Chang's father, Suo Yan.

"dad."

The cubs of sorrel were very petite, Suo Chang was only as big as Suo Yan's palm, and Suo Yan quickly put him on his shoulders.

In order to protect the fragile cub, Suo Yan made a soft nest on his shoulder.

"Are we going to deliver food to Uncle Wen Shao today?" Suo Chang saw the lunch box in Suo Yan's hand, and knew that his father was going to deliver food to that decadent uncle again.

Wen Shao is the sorrel that Suo Yan brought back from the battlefield five years ago when he joined the army. With his astonishingly perfect face, Suo Yan fell in love with him at first sight, and launched a fierce attack on him.

Even though he later realizes that Wen is slightly stubborn, decadent and lazy, Suo Yan is still willing to go to the mountains of swords and fires for him, earn money to heal his wounds, give him the old house to live in, send him regular meals and ask for his health...

Suo Chang couldn't help but sigh for his father who licked and knew he would lick again.

"En." Suo Yan responded and walked in one direction.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wen Shao was sleeping soundly on the sofa. The narrow sofa couldn't fit his long legs, and his slender and straight legs were resting on the table.

It was supposed to be a pleasing sight, but the table full of trash made Suo Yan's eyes hurt.

"Can you do something worthy of your face?"

Putting the lunch box in his hand heavily on the table full of melon seed husks, Suo Yan smelled the faint stench in the room, and complained feebly: "How long have you left the garbage without throwing it away?"

"Don't read it, don't read it."

The person on the sofa woke up as early as the moment he heard the door open, and was struggling to turn around and bury his head in the crack of the sofa, trying to avoid the nagging.

"Bao, this kind of person is the negative teaching material in your life." Suo Yan pointed to Wen Shao's back, and said to the little wood sorrel on his shoulder:

"He's a lot older, and he still doesn't live like a human being."

"Hey, don't speak ill of me behind my back." Wen Shao didn't sleep anymore, sat up, scratched the back of his head, his face was full of irritability because he didn't sleep well.

"There is last month's rent and meal money on the table, you can go through it."

"..."

"Ah."

Suo Yan found a stack of banknotes under the bowl containing lotus seeds. At first glance, it was about a few thousand, and it was quite heavy in his hand.

A stack of banknotes seemed to weigh a thousand catties, Suo Yan remained silent with a gloomy expression.

"Uncle, are you cooking?"

Suochang asked aloud at this time, directly interrupting his father's sad spellcasting.

In the silent room, the gurgling sound of the rising water was very clear.

"Is there such a thing?" Wen slightly rubbed his face vigorously to refresh himself.With that said, he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Ah...it seems to be on fire."

Wen slightly turned off the stove and looked at Suochang.

"Xiaochang, you have read the book, come and help uncle read it."

Suo Yan took Suo Chang over, and when he saw the scene in the pot, he was so frightened that his hair stood on his head and his blood flowed backwards.

"Wen slightly!!!"

The roar resounded through the wood sorrel village, and the villagers shook their heads and sighed.

That kid Suo Yan didn't find himself in the blind vortex of love today.

"what happened?"

Wen slightly raised the volume of his voice with a broken gong, and his face was tinged with irritability.

The villagers put on earplugs silently.Skillful and uniform movements, as if they have been rehearsed countless times in advance.

Suo Yan stretched out his trembling index finger, first pointed at the pot for a while, then pointed at Wen Shao, his tough face was full of anxiety, and he couldn't form a word for a while.

Fortunately, Suo Chang is a smart boy. After skillfully dodging his father's high-pitched attack, he asked:

"Uncle, is this a plant egg?"

In the small and old pot lay a grey-green egg, with a pattern of sorrel tattooed on the eggshell, obviously a vegetable egg.

It's just that this egg is a little smaller than ordinary plant eggs, and the color is gray and very dull.

"Yes, I picked it up."

As Wen Xiao said, he stretched out his index finger and poked the eggs in the pot lightly, and touched his earlobe silently after being burned.

"I picked it up behind the church. I don't know if it looks ugly and was thrown out by the Holy Lily."

"I took it back and threw it into the pot, planning to hatch a child and raise it."

"Xiaochang, shouldn't we fire it on medium fire?"

Suo Chang didn't expect that an old trash like Wen Shao, who couldn't even support himself, would have the grand ambition to raise children, so he could only nod perfunctorily: "Oh, it should be."

Adding some water to the pot, Wen slightly poked the egg-sized vegetable egg again, put the pot on the stove again, and turned on the fire.

"No! What are you doing!"

"Hatching cubs is not like this!!!"

Only then did Suo Yan organize his words, and while breaking down and yelling, he wanted to step forward to turn off the fire.

When he adopted Suochang, he was very familiar with the process of hatching cubs because he looked at five big and three rough and had received "kind guidance" from the Holy Church.

Not at all!

Did this idiot think it was hatching cubs or steaming eggs? !

"Is the only use of your head to house this beautiful face?"

Facing Suo Yan's menacing questioning, Wen Shao just raised his hand and pressed Suo Yan's hand that was about to turn off the fire.

"There are so many poor people."

His voice was hoarse, and when he slowed down slightly, he seemed to scratch someone's heart twice.

Suo Yan lost his mind for a moment because of his rare gentle tone, he opened his mouth and wanted to argue about something, but before he could organize his words, Wen slightly blocked him.

"Here."

"You see."

The originally dark eggshell glowed with green light, making this little dusty broken egg instantly full of vitality.

The sorrel on the eggshell was green and alive, full of hope.

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Raindrops fell from the gray sky, dripping onto the dilapidated and dirty streets, hitting an extremely thin body lying on the edge of the street.

The owner of the body was about six years old, and he was already out of breath.

His name was Si Jiang, and he died of poverty.

After his death, Si Jiang's consciousness drifted in the darkness for a long time. After countless days and nights passed, he suddenly became conscious and his eyes became much brighter.

Is this the hell that Ji Yun often talks about when people die?

Si Jiang looked at the gradually brightening surroundings, a little enlightened and a little confused.

……

Why is it so hot? ? ?

The author has something to say:

Hello everyone, I have a new post!I was very apprehensive before starting a new article, but I relaxed a lot after opening it.

This time it's a very easy everyday story~

The current plan is to update daily at [-]:[-] p.m., I will work hard!Bobo~

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[Put a pre-receipt, the protagonist of the pre-receipt has a little linkage with the protagonist of this book]

Traveling to a world where magic and technology are mixed, the former mechanic Ji Yun chooses to be a salted fish.

Just build yourself a body that can live longer.

then……

He went to the scientific research group to steal the most advanced mechanical technology, went to the magic continent to grab energy gems, and went to the imperial treasury to borrow advanced metals.

So he became a running salted fish, being chased by various forces to run around.

Fortunately, he has a mysterious technique, and no one wants to embarrass him.

Jiyun: Tired. (Lie down.jpg)

A certain Interstellar Patrolman: Stand up and fix my leg.

A certain dragon princess: Stand up and make me a heart.

Prince of a certain empire: Stand up, and bring me a robot that will destroy the world.

The leader of a certain evil force and scientific research lunatic: Stand up and give me a kiss.

Jiyun: ...

This is a chaotic era, where technology and magic collide violently, and the embers of war are still lingering.

You can see elves fighting with rocket launchers, dragons flying around with ion cannons, and mecha soldiers who embed magic gems on their weapons.

Jiyun is the strongest creator of this era, and also the most perfect product.