Six Years After the Disaster, I Saved My Farm by Growing Bean Sprouts

Chapter 289 288. Xiaoyu’s things

Zhou Qian interrupted his immersion, his face expressionless at the moment: "Stop reaching the sky. If you lie down again, it's time to reach the underworld."

He stretched out his arms to lift the person up from the ground: "Are there any other injuries? Have you been hit? How does your head feel now? Do you feel like vomiting? Are you dizzy?"

This series of questions was not tense, but Gao Ming ignored it and was still looking at the roof at this moment.

After a moment, he came back to his senses and grabbed Zhou Qian's forearm with his backhand. The veins on his long and thin fingers were ferocious, and his whole body was shaking with excitement and force:

"Ginseng!"

Zhou Qian frowned.

The other party's red eyes were fixed on him: "Ginseng! That stuttering ginseng! My mutant cold arrow bamboo needs its ginseng whiskers! It needs its energy!"

Zhou Qian was silent for a moment, and the next moment his arm muscles bulged slightly, and then he directly put the person on his shoulders: "Is that what you called Stuttering Ginseng?"

"Let's go, we promised Boss Tang that we won't let you starve to death."

Gao Ming immediately struggled: "You don't understand! You don't understand at all! Although the induction of this mutated Cold Arrow Bamboo failed! But Tongtian's growth ability is rare in the world!"

"And all of this is because of the absorption of the root energy of that stuttering ginseng!"

"Do you know how important this is?"

"That talking ginseng will be able to participate in the growth of all mutant plants in the future, and it contains unprecedented energy!"

"Look at this cold arrow bamboo! Look at its growth!"

Gao Ming lay on his shoulder and became excited. He kept struggling and was hit in the stomach by the shoulder again, making him vomit subconsciously.

Zhou Qian quickly pressed his waist, fearing that the other person would vomit all the bile on him.

But the fanatical and eccentric scientist was particularly persistent at this moment. The blood on his head was still falling drop by drop, but his arms were trying hard to support his back, which was as strong as a steel plate.

"Did you hear that? Didn't you notice! The growth of this mutated bamboo has stopped! It can obviously grow again, but it hasn't reached its limit yet! Ginseng whiskers, I need ginseng whiskers! Two more, five more!"

"If I can measure its limit, I can know the energy contained in the ginseng whisker, and I can do better in the future -"

Zhou Qian frowned tightly as he carried people on his shoulders and walked among the dense roots. It was extremely difficult to walk, and he had to tear several roots apart.

But fortunately, this bamboo is not as bad-tempered as Kuangbiao, or in other words, it just mutates and does not have its own thoughts, so it does not react in any way.

By the time Gao Ming was talking about his plan again, Zhou Qian had already thrown the person into the back seat of the car with a bang, then closed the door and locked it, and started the car neatly.

"Did you hear me?"

Gao Ming got up from his lying position. The blood on his forehead was about to flow into his eyes, but he raised his sleeves and wiped it away roughly:

"Ginseng!"

But Zhou Qian remained unmoved. He turned the steering wheel and walked easily on the road.

This place is very close to Huai Yu's home, but he has already arrived quickly with two steps on the accelerator. At this moment, the water in the pot has just boiled. Huai Yu stood nervously at the door. When the two came back, he quickly said: "Brother Zhou Qian, Was there an earthquake just now?" Before Zhou Qian could answer, Gao Ming had already opened the car door and stumbled out: "I want ginseng!"

His hair was disheveled, his complexion was pale, and his whole body was covered in dust. However, there was dark red blood on his forehead that was half-solidified on his cheeks, forming a ferocious gesture, and large traces were blurred by his sleeves.

At the same time, there was vermilion blood flowing down quietly from his forehead.

Huaiyu was startled: "What an injury!"

Gao Ming was already about to pounce on him, but Zhou Qian stretched out his long arm and grabbed him by the collar, then dragged him to the living room: "Xiaoyu, make a cup of salt and sugar water first, and I'll clean up his wounds."

"Oh oh oh!" Zhou Qian said, Huaiyu naturally ignored Gao Ming's nagging. However, as soon as he left, Zhou Qian dragged him directly to the basin: "Since there is no concussion or other injuries, please clean up your face quickly."

Gao Ming raised his head stubbornly: "I don't! I want someone now—"

Before the word "Shen" came out of his mouth, a huge force suddenly came from the back of his head, and then his whole face was pressed into the basin.

After a moment, Gao Ming's embarrassed and wet face was lifted up, and bright red blood gradually spread in the basin.

He gasped for air, and then looked at Zhou Qian in surprise and shock, not understanding why all of this happened.

Zhou Qian, who has always been calm, reliable and tolerant, looked grave: "That's Xiaoyu's ginseng. It's not your turn to make demands."

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"Now you can either clean yourself up and eat and drink honestly. Or, I will drive you directly back to Boss Tang."

He is not Huaiyu, and he has trust and affection for all strangers.

Just like Huaiyu still hoped that after they went to the wilderness, Gao Ming could help feed the chickens and geese at home. But in fact, Gao Ming has been with them for so long, and he has never taken the initiative to talk about any topic other than experiments, nor has he cared about the characteristics of the various mutant creatures in his home.

The only contact they have every day is when the other person comes to eat, and when they finish eating, they put down their chopsticks and leave.

These are all handled by Xiaoyu. She feels that there is no difference between the two of them and the three of them. Moreover, Boss Tang treats her well and generously gave her contribution points...

But in fact, they don't lack these two thousand at all now. Zhou Qian would never let the other party arrange things that belonged to Xiaoyu as a matter of course.

The next moment, Huaiyu came in with a bowl full of salt and sugar water. He was stunned when he saw that the other party's hair, face and clothes were all wet.

But Zhou Qian threw a towel over as usual: "Wipe up the blood yourself, and I'll give you medicine later."

The wound on his head was not big in the first place, but now the bleeding has gradually slowed down. Gao Ming took the towel with a complicated expression and pressed it on his face.

There was a slight tingling on his forehead, and his manic and excited heart gradually calmed down, and his face returned to its usual expressionless expression.

When the towel was taken off, Huaiyu's pink and clean face showed a hint of worry:

"Did you faint due to low blood sugar? I said you can't stay up late and drink this sugar water quickly - although it's a bit salty and a bit sweet, it's not unpleasant to drink."

Then he looked at Zhou Qian: "Brother Zhou Qian, what happened with the earthquake just now? Was Gao Ming's wound caused by a fall?"

Zhou Qian nodded: "He cultivated a mutated bamboo. The growth was a bit loud, and it broke through the roof. It probably hit its head with a stone..."

ah?

Huaiyu looked at Gao Ming and asked with interest: "Mutated bamboo? Can it also talk? Isn't it also a talkative person like Kuang Biao? Such bamboos cannot be planted too close!"

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