History of the construction of Hanamaru [Comprehensive]

"It's too boring to simply tidy up the stables like this, brother."

Cattail stabbed the long-handled shovel into the ground, bent down and put the weight of his whole body on it, his eyes moved following the action of Gu Gu.

Gu Gu put the iron bucket full of clean water on the ground, picked up a brush and gently brushed the horse's back.He looked at Cattail with eyes like amethyst, and said stubbornly, "Horse, very good."

"It's very good, but I want to make it more interesting." Cattail thought for a while, then he clapped his hands suddenly, "Yes!"

"..." Seeing the overly bright smile on Cattail's face, Gu Gu suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and he silently stayed away from his brother who has bad tastes and hobbies.

"How about collecting horse manure? Throw them to those who hate them, and they can be used as weapons." Cattail did as he said, and immediately picked up the shovel and walked deep into the stable.

Gu Gu stood there in silence for two or three seconds, quickly washed the foam off Little Skylark, and carried the iron bucket to Huaganzi next door.

It's not just Natsuo who is in a state of boredom, but Tsurumaru, who is in charge of Today's Hata Toban, is also the same.

Holding the hoe straight up, Tsurumaru made an arbor with his hands and looked at the sun hanging high in the sky.He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the slightly closed eyelashes screened out and softened the too harsh sunlight.

"It's really unbelievable to let the slash plow the land. It always feels a little silly." He complained.

Qing Jiang, who was smiling at the side, tilted his head, and the bangs covering half of his face slipped down, revealing a strange red color.

He chuckled, and his tone was ambiguous and full of temptation, "Then, let's do something interesting."

As if he was afraid that others would misunderstand, Qing Jiang added, "I'm talking about farming competitions, don't get me wrong~"

"Hahahaha, I knew Mr. Crane would find it boring too, look at the trick! A real sword will kill!" There was a large pile of mosaic dumplings at his feet, holding a bucket of catfish tail in his arms, rubbing the bucket into a Dango's mosaics were all thrown at Tsurumaru.

Before Tsurumaru could react, he subconsciously followed his instincts, using the hoe as a golf club, and knocked out the brown ball that was coming towards him.

"Oh, it's so dangerous." Tsurumaru saw what was sticking to the hoe, and took a deep breath.If he was hit by this kind of thing, he would definitely have to jump the knife to solve the pool.

"Not bad, keep going!" Cattail posed as a bowler.

"Yoshi! Let the horse come here!" It's rare that a sword is willing to make such a fuss with him, and Tsurumaru doesn't care about the consequences of being hit.

He raised the hoe high and stared intently at the mosaic in Cattail's hand.

Qing Jiang pinched his chin and thought for a while, he took the wooden basket that was put aside, and stood behind Tsurumaru.

The three knives completely forgot about the internal affairs, and began to play a simple horse dung ball adapted from baseball.

The following is a live broadcast of Mutsu Mori who happened to pass by and was pulled in as a commentator.

"Pitcher Cattail is constantly throwing high-speed magic balls of manure at Tsurumaru! I wonder if our batters can knock them down one by one?!"

"Oh! Tsurumaru hit a home run on the first pitch."

So, when Firefly came to the field, I heard Mutsu Mori's excited voice.She was a little puzzled, can farming be so passionate?

Holding such doubts, she slowly approached the field until she saw balls of horse dung flying all over the sky.

"...What are you doing?" Yingcao looked at the mosaics who were beaten back and forth in mid-air, and some couldn't bear the momentum and scattered.

Her voice was so low that it was covered by Mutsu Mori's loud voice, so that the following tragedy happened.

"Ah! Tsurumaru player! Off the court!!" Mutsu Mori's head turned following the arc drawn by the flying mosaic, and found that the place where the horse dung ball was about to fall was exactly where Hotarucao was standing.

"Be careful!" He couldn't help reminding loudly.

"What?" Looking up with question marks all over her face, Yingcao looked at the horse dung that was attacking her, her heart tightened, and she immediately moved her position to avoid the horse dung.

The horse manure hit the ground and spread into a cake, scattered in all directions.

"..." Yingcao looked down at the horse dung, and she took the maple leaf and walked aggressively towards Cattail and Tsurumaru, who hadn't noticed it at all.

Mutsu Shou swallowed, seeing that the situation was not good, he quickly winked at the three knives.It's a pity that the only one who received his radio waves was standing there lazily holding a basket and holding a knife.

He made a quick gesture to Qingjiang who was looking over, Qingjiang glanced at Yingcao who was coming this way, and nodded imperceptibly.

So, the two of them ignored the feelings of colleagues and sneaked away before Yingcao settled the score.

"Don't throw it away!" Yingcao stood aside, trying to stop the two Honmaru who were having fun.

However, just as she finished saying this, another horse manure was about to fall on her head the next second.

Dodging the horse manure again, Hotaru showed a kind smile to Tsurumaru and Natsuo who looked over in horror.

A few seconds later, Yingcao shook the maple leaves and walked away, leaving two dazed knives who were punched into the ground with a big bag on their heads.

"...Brother, are you okay?" Gu Gu looked at the back of Yingcao leaving, and asked with his head lowered.

Cattail shook his head and saw the head of Little Xingxing, not sure, "Maybe it's okay?"

Gu Gu breathed a sigh of relief, when he saw Yingcao beating catfish tail and Tsurumaru just now, he thought these two knives were dead.

"I'll rescue you, you wait." Gu Gu looked around, trying to find something that escaped the catastrophe and was not contaminated with horse manure.

Unfortunately, there is nothing here that can escape the claws of the two of them.

"...Brother, this is actually quite good." Gu Gu patted the dull hair on the tail of the catfish.

Cattail was taken aback, not knowing what Gu Gu meant, "Brother...?"

"Enjoy it, the feeling of being close to nature." Gu Gu looked at his hand, wiped Cattail's body, turned and left.

Cattail opened its mouth slightly, looking at Gu Gu's back in disbelief.His half body, his brother, actually abandoned him so ruthlessly?

"Wait! Brother, wait for me." The firefly grass smashed into the ground only below the chest, so his arms were still outside.

Cattail propped his hands on the edge of the pit and pulled himself out vigorously, but he didn't move. He gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength, but he still didn't move.

Sure enough, it was smashed too deeply.

"Mr. Crane, wake up!" Nanwei had no choice but to ask for help from Tsurumaru, who had the most spooky ideas next door.

But when he turned his head and looked, Tsurumaru was still pointing at the sun with a smirk, "Look at the cattail, I actually saw the stars in broad daylight."

Cattail: "..."

"Help!!!" Knowing that he could not count on Tsurumaru, he began to cry for help, hoping that a kind knife would pass by and dig the two of them out of the pit.

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"Mutsu Mori? What are you doing?" After inspecting the main area in charge of Naiban, Hotaru was about to go back to report to Hasebe, but found Mutsu Mori squatting in front of a pit with thick smoke.

The hand shaking the dead leaves trembled, and Lutsushu turned his head guiltily. He stroked his hair, pretending to be carefree, "We are roasting sweet potatoes."

He looked at Yingcao uneasily, as if he thought that he would reveal his secrets even more if he did this.

He turned his head quickly, and silently prayed to the gods of all parties in his heart, but Yingcao didn't realize that he was also involved in the horse dung ball.

He didn't want to experience what it was like to be smashed into the ground.

The air was a little quiet, which made Mutsu Mori feel even more disturbed.Whether it's life or death, you have to give me a clear explanation.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you want to eat it? Sweet potatoes are a good thing. They are delicious, but they are a famous product of our Tosa."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mutsumoru wanted to slap himself, why didn't he open which pot and which pot he lifted?

Mutsumori was a little worried, and began to pray that the judge would refuse, but the results of things often ran counter to what he thought in his heart.

"Okay." Yingcao responded with one mouthful, and squatted by the side of the pit following the posture of Mutsushou.

She just came here, and she never left until Mutsumori asked her, the reason why she didn't speak was because she was attracted by the smell of roasted sweet potatoes.

To describe it in two words, I want to eat.

"Speaking of which, how come there are sweet potatoes in this pill?" She remembered that the harvest season of sweet potatoes is summer, autumn and winter, and when she first came, there was nothing in this pill.

Even if this sweet potato eats Jinkela, it will have to wait at least 150 days to mature.

Mutsumori scratched his face, with a hearty smile, and said in a Tosa accent: "We found this by accident in the corner of the warehouse. We looked at it and found that it was still edible. I thought I couldn't waste it, so I put it all together." Bake it."

"Now you're in for a treat, wait a minute, here's a good one." Mutsumoru pushed aside the burning leaves with a dead branch, and put one of the charred sweet potatoes lying in the leaves I picked it up.

He didn't know if it was because of the rough skin and thick flesh, or because he was not afraid of being scalded, so he picked up the sweet potato that had just come out of the fire with his hands, and squeezed it.

"Yeah! It's baked, let's eat." Mutsu Mamoru handed the sweet potato directly to Firefly, but when he saw the soft white hands stretched out by Firefly, he took the sweet potato away again. back.

I looked around and couldn't find anything that would wrap a piping hot sweet potato.Mutsumori thought for a while, touched his head, pulled off the turban tied on his head, and wrapped the lower part of the sweet potato casually, while he pinched the upper part of the sweet potato and handed it to Yingcao.

"Ah...thank you." Yingcao took it through the scarf, only feeling a little bit of warm sweet potato.

Mutsumoru rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly, "It's good if you don't dislike our dirty scarf, you can taste it quickly."

Yingcao nodded, she carefully peeled off the scorched black skin, but no matter how careful she was, it was inevitable that she would get burned.

Mutsumori, who was playing with the leaves to let the sweet potatoes below ripen faster, heard Hotaru's exclamation, he turned his head and glanced, "If you are burned, put your finger on the earlobe and pinch it to relieve it." Pain, like this."

He set an example.

Hotaru looked at her reddened fingertips, then looked up at Mutsumori's movements, and pinched her earlobe with her burned fingers.

She was a little surprised, "It works!"

"That's right." Mutsumori grinned, and then urged: "Eat it quickly, the sweet potato will not taste good when it's cold, it's delicious when it's hot!"

"Yeah!" Yingcao nodded vigorously.

The author has something to say: The commentary is nonsense, don't take it seriously, I feel that you really don't love me anymore, so I hug Shoushou [. 】self

In the next chapter, Dali Marshmallow Shop opens again [? , I can't find the slogan of the grass dad at that time... Angry

Tomorrow at five o'clock, I will dig my younger brother with a shovel. I will leave in the first phase, and bring your excavator.

Then the next day

#Shocked, Osaka Castle collapsed for no reason, and a woman was buried deep inside#

Thanks to Lily Xinglan [I will be your person from now on [x], and Sanriyue for calling [wield vigorously]. 】

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