Xiaotaotie is also working hard on farming today

As the sun rises, the red and golden waves sprinkle on the sand dunes not far away; there is a circle of burnt black on the wasteland, which looks like a bald monk's ring scar from a distance.

Bai Li opened his eyes in a daze, and found a small hoe beside him.

The two ends of the hoe are pointed and slender, and the trunk with thick wrists is embedded in the middle to make the hoe shaft. The hoe shaft is polished smooth, with clear lines and patterns on the hoe shaft, and the sharp hoe blades at both ends are black and shiny.

Bai Li blinked, he had never seen such a beautiful hoe, it looked like a magic weapon.

He had a dream yesterday that he had a hoe, and he was waving happily in the field. When he opened his eyes, there was a hoe?

Bai Li picked up the hoe, which was just the right weight and length, and it felt smooth in the hand, as if it was tailor-made for him.

Who gave it to him?

His wolf demon friends probably don't know how to make hoes. They used their forelimbs to dig the ground for several days, but they didn't see them using hoes.

Bai Li was also worried that their paws would hurt.

As a result, they said that they hadn't sharpened their claws for a long time, and they didn't feel a little bit.

Seeing how they swore they didn't care, Bai Li didn't care.

Could it be those bees?After all, they have also tried to grow flowers before. This is because they have no tools to grow slowly. Use another angle to speed up the progress?

Bai Li shook his head, he is only a human being, why bother to beat around the bush like this.

Presumably those bee demons simply looked at that they didn't have the tools to grow flowers.

Bai Li thought for a while, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was with the hoe.

Seeing the red sun, he didn't put the quilt into the storage ring, but hung the quilt to dry on the big rocks.

Then he went to wash by the stream, cooked some white rice porridge, and then had a simple breakfast with dried pickles and two lingonberries.

When he was eating, he saw a group of bee demons continuously bringing dead branches. Some wooden poles were too heavy, and only a few bee demons could carry them on their backs, like kites, but they flew smoothly.

This is too much a test of the tacit understanding of the team. As long as a bee demon is lazy and does not exert enough force, the hugging big log will fall.

Sure enough, people are right, the little bees are hardworking and united.

Bai Li greeted the Bee Demon, and then went to look at his ash fertilizer.

The method of making plant ash is to spread a thick layer of withered grass on the ground first, then spread a layer of fine soil on it, and then spread a layer of withered grass; in this way, a high prototype soil barrier is built, how It looks a bit like a tomb bag and a huge chrysalis.

It's just that there is thick smoke coming out of this soil bag, and occasionally a trace of open fire emerges from the cracks in the soil.

This plant ash was something Bai Li had read about in a book, it was suitable for planting flowers, when the withered grass in the soil bag was completely burnt out and the soil turned dark brown, it would be a successful flower fertilizer.

The length of time for refining and burning plant ash is determined according to the size of the soil bag.

Judging from the dead grass that has been mostly shaved in the Great Wasteland, it is roughly estimated that it will take more than nine days for the plant ash to be completely burned.

During the refining of plant ash, Bai Li was not idle, he first asked the wolf monsters to dig the ground.The land is yellow-brown. This kind of land looks like a mean, iron rooster with a body like yellow hair, and the most barren is the hairless one.

The worried Bai Li scratched his head -- scratched the white wolf's head.

"Ghost Si, do you think we can grow flowers?"

Yes, after half a month, Bai Li and the wolf demons are finally friends who share names.

But what puzzled Bai Li was that his friends refused to call him by his name. Instead, they stared at him strangely.

Like saying, do you really want to grow flowers?

Bai Li patted Gui Si on the head, and got a look that makes you happy.

Now Bai Li couldn't understand even more.But his friend has always been so secretive and stubborn.

"Seeds are usually buried in the soil, and they will germinate automatically after a little water. Why can't they grow here?"

Bai Li whispered, he tried to bury the seeds in the ground, to see if a green sprout could grow.

Then he soaked a small part of the seeds in water to germinate them.

Then he sowed some more seeds in the soft soil by the stream.

In short, he tried every method he could think of.

As the days passed, the seeds buried in the soil had not germinated, but the seeds sprinkled by the stream had rotted.

Bai Li is worried, what should I do?

Bai Li was worried, and so were the wolf demons.

Now they don't understand more and more what this old thief is playing, aren't they tired of performing all the time?

You see, the eyebrows on that little face are twisted, like bean sprouts beaten by frost.

Seeing Bai Li's serious performance, the wolf monsters didn't dare not cooperate, so they had to dig harder.

When Bai Li saw that the wolf monsters were covered in white fur, which had been rolled into gray by the mud, and their claws were worn out, they were still digging hard. He was even more stressed.

Even more sad.

The bee demons were also worried.

At first, Mi Er secretly monitored Bai Li, wanting to see how the flower demon grows flowers, after this cooperation is over.

If they didn't draw the flower demon into their camp, they would have learned it by stealing the teacher, and they wouldn't ask for it themselves.

But for a few days, Mier found that the flower demon didn't have any special way to grow flowers, instead he was helpless and failed again and again.

Could it be that it is not a flower demon?

Not being a flower demon means that their bee family will gradually run out of food, and those immature bees will starve to death soon.

The bee demon exploded inside.

"Mi Er, are you sure? If he is not a flower demon, what kind of demon is he?" Mi Huang asked.

"Maybe it's not a demon, but a human." Mi Er said, "The wolf demons on the edge of the secret realm will definitely swallow people."

"That's right, don't look at these stupid wolves now, they were brutal back then."

"How do you know, you say it as if you have seen it with your own eyes..."

Mi Huang saw that everyone was talking to each other, and the topic gradually deviated, and she said: "Don't act rashly, I will observe it myself first." She paused and said, "It doesn't matter whether you are a human or a demon, the important thing is Is it possible to grow flowers?"

All the bee demons nodded one after another, the most important thing was being able to grow flowers.

They have never participated in the human-monster war, and they don't have much hatred for human-xiu, only heard other monsters mention it.

Whether it is human or demon, there is not much emotion.

Listening to the discussion of the sisters, Mi Huang turned into a bee the size of a fly and flew towards Bai Li.

In the wasteland, there is a trace of green smoke slowly rising from the soil bag, within a hundred steps there is a winding stream, beside the stream there are many wooden sticks and dead branches for nesting, and there are bee demons coming and going. While moving wood.

Mi Huang was very successful in stealth, flying high and low in the withered grass, even her kind didn't notice her existence.

I saw Bai Li far away from the honey group, slowly reclaiming the wasteland with a hoe on the side, his slender limbs were like thick thatch poles in the wild grass.

After digging a few hoe, his little face was flushed, and there were thin beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. He held on to the hoe for a short rest and continued digging.

The hoe is very sharp, and in this wilderness where the loess is mixed with gravel and the grass roots are intertwined, it is like a hoe digging in the sand, digging out the soil easily.

But this little flower demon was obviously not physically strong, even with this sharp hoe that was as sharp as a magic weapon, beads of sweat appeared on her little face.

Was this hoe made by the flower demon himself?

As if tailor-made, she could even vaguely feel the coercion emanating from the hoe. The black iron was not like ordinary things, and the hoe shaft was not like an ordinary tree trunk, but what did it look like? Based on her 200 years of experience I really can't tell the truth.

The more Mi Huang observes, the more she finds that there are too many doubts about the flower demon.

This flower demon looks very weak, like a mortal cub who hasn't had enough to eat, but the wolf demon's awe of him cannot be faked, and this unusual hoe seems to have an extraordinary origin.

Mi Huang saw that the little flower demon straightened up and rested for a while, then bent down to reclaim the wasteland again.

She swung a magic spell to move the stone on the side in front of Bai Li, and saw the hoe swinging towards the stone.

Bai Li didn't notice a small stone in front of him, the stone was scattered by the fragments dug by the hoe, and the stone scratched the thin trouser leg, leaving a bloodstain on the calf.

"Hiss—" Bai Li subconsciously made a sound of pain, looked down at his calf, and realized that he had accidentally hurt himself.

He took out a cloth towel from the storage ring to wrap the wound, and started digging with the hoe again.

"How can we make the flower seeds germinate? Obviously, we have tried so many methods." Bai Li frowned and muttered, but he didn't notice a bee parked in the haystack beside him.

The blood on Bai Li's leg penetrated through the fabric, and a drop of blood dripped straight down the calf into the soil, and then submerged into it, never to be seen again.

When Bai Li realized that the wound was bleeding profusely, he didn't even frown, because this small flesh wound was nothing to him.

But he also decided to take a break, carrying a hoe, and went to the stream to clean the wound.

A small dam was blocked by Bai Li with dead grass and soil, and the width of the stream spread from the original width of a leg to the width of a row of hands.

Bai Li rolled up his trouser legs and washed the wound in the stream. As soon as the blood dripped into the water, it scattered into strands of blood and atomized into the water.

He simply bandaged it, and went to look at the pile of ashes.

The green smoke on the soil bag has become so thin that it is almost invisible. After the huge soil bag was burnt, there are only three soil bags with a diameter as long as Bai Li's arm.

Bai Li used a hoe to dig open the soil, and after a rustling sound, dust and smoke wafted out. The original yellow-brown soil clods had turned into dark brown fine ash, and it also emitted the unique smoke of burning vegetation. Clear fragrance.

Bai Li's stomach was rumbling again, the method of beggar chicken seems to be similar to the method of burning plant ash.

Beggars?

Bai Li felt that there were dozens of eggs in the storage ring, maybe he could try hatching chicks, and then raise a group of chicks, it just so happened that this wasteland was a natural chicken farm.

Bai Li swallowed his saliva, and got down to business first.

He took out a burlap bag from the storage ring, took out half of the bag of plant ash with a hoe, and tied it tightly with a cloth bag.

Bai Li looked at Gui Si who was gnawing and digging at the ground, looking down as if digging a baby in the ground, so serious.

"Ghost Four, can you help me carry my stuff?"

Ghost Si raised his head when he heard that, his blue-gray eyeballs tightened visibly to the naked eye.

"It won't take long, I won't delay your digging." Bai Li looked at Gui Si's stiff expression, thinking that Gui Si was unwilling.

"That bird doesn't peck. We finished picking its fruit last time. Now go and use this plant ash to fertilize it."

Ghost Si didn't make a sound, just silently pecking at the wax for the old bird.

In fact, the spirit fruit tree didn't call birds or pecks at the beginning, its fruit juice was sweet and very popular among demons.But after the battle, the results were sour, and the body, which seemed to be able to enlighten the spiritual wisdom, also fell into a deep sleep.

If the spirit tree was conscious, it knew that it was being fed plant ash, but it didn't know how it would react.

The author says:

You're miserable, you're in love—

You are miserable, you have fallen into a pit——