Growing peanuts is easy.
Use a small hoe to dig a medium-deep hole in the cultivated field, throw three to five peanut seeds into the hole, and bury it with soil.
Song Liuhua worked on half an acre of land all morning.
I rubbed my sore waist and it was lunch time again.
The female relatives did not participate in the hunting, nor did they participate in the distribution of the wild vegetables dug, the spiritual plants found, or any materials. They did not eat together with the martial arts masters and brought their own dry food.
Of course, if a martial spirit master felt sorry for his female relatives and gave his share to them, no one would say anything.
Today, Feng Yin specially made a fragrant chicken stew with blood Ganoderma lucidum for Song Liuhua. There were a few fresh wild vegetables in the soup base, and a few emerald greens were dotted on the light soup noodles, making it particularly appetizing.
The soup that had just come out of the pot was steaming. Song Liuhua took a small sip of the steam. The taste was rich and fragrant, refreshing her throat. She took a bite of the fragrant chicken. The meat was smooth, tender and firm, and melted in her mouth.
After a bowl of chicken soup, Song Liuhua felt comfortable all over. The sun was shining outside and she couldn't help but go back to Feizhou's bedroom to take a nap.
In the afternoon, Song Liuhua refined two furnaces of elixirs as usual, and used her spiritual power on the newly planted peanuts. She didn't stop until nests of peanut seeds sprouted out of the ground.
This busy work continued until sunset, and only two ridges of land were created. Song Liuhua lost strength and sat down on the ground. She covered her slightly aching head and closed her eyes to rest.
It's too empty.
Song Liuhua secretly complained that if Feng Yin hadn't made fragrant chicken soup to replenish her health at noon, she might not have been able to hold on to two ridges of land.
However, she had some doubts.
Her current level, whether it is refining weapons, refining medicine, or planting, is all level one, but she can give birth to level two spiritual plants. Although it is relatively more labor-intensive than a true level two spiritual planter, it is It was actually born.
The same goes for the small red banana fruit. Before the fruit came into fruition, she didn't know it was a third-level seed, but she didn't expect it to be born. At that time, because only one tree was born, she didn't feel any difficulty, so she didn't think about it for a while.
Now it seems that this is obviously unreasonable.
Song Liuhua was very confused, but there was no example for her to use as a reference. She thought for a few minutes and decisively made up a reasonable explanation.
She has traveled through time, and she has become a useless person. She is still a useless person without a golden finger. It is reasonable for her skills to have some bugs.
Once she accepted this explanation, Song Liuhua suddenly became enlightened.
The girl's face was pale, looking helpless as she squatted on the ground.
The orange sunset hit her fair and soft cheeks, like coating her delicate and beautiful cheeks with a soft golden color. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, leaving a row of thick shadows on her eyelids, which sometimes trembled upward. , quivering from time to time, like a pair of broken butterflies, weakly inciting their weak wings, beautiful and pitiful.
As soon as Feng Ci returned to the station, he saw this scene, and his heart suddenly stopped.
There is no beauty in it. In his eyes, the lady must be extremely uncomfortable.
"Take it!"
He casually threw a pink rabbit cub in his hand to Fengshan. Fengci walked straight to Song Lihua, picked her up by the waist, and got into the flying boat.
Song Liuhua was still reviewing her bug skills in her mind when her body suddenly jumped into the air. She was startled and opened her eyes in an instant. What she saw was the man's elegant jaw.
"Feng Ci——"
Song Liuhua punched his chest several times hatefully, "You want to scare me to death!"
"I knew that you, a heartless and heartless man, must be tired of the yellow-faced woman in your family. You want to scare me to death and marry a beautiful woman. My life will be miserable~ah~ah~ "
Song Liuhua suddenly became more playful and began to perform the script with excellent singing and reading.
However, his acting skills were really poor. He only made exaggerated winks, his delicate and small facial features were squeezed into a ball, and combined with his weird accent, attracted many people from the human race to watch and laugh.
"Oh~~, it turns out that our young master likes Madam's style."
"Hey, study." An unmarried girl smiled obscenely. She took out a writing brush and a booklet on the spot, wrote and drew on the booklet, and made obscene laughter from time to time.
Feng Ci had sensitive ears and ignored everyone's teasing. He freed up a hand and lightly tapped Song Lihua's forehead, shaking his head helplessly.
He knew from the beginning that she didn't have the ability to sing. After several months of marriage, her ability still hadn't improved at all, which was funny and helpless. Feng Ci was originally worried that she was unwell, but after being tormented by her, some of the accumulated worries in her heart dissipated. She hugged her even tighter lovingly, patted her soft buttocks, and discussed in a low voice: " Don’t make trouble again, eh~?”
The last word of "um" was drawn out for a long time, and his slightly crisp voice was magnetic and seductive, making people blush and heartbeat.
Song Liuhua was so seduced that she swallowed her saliva and kissed Feng Ci's sexy thin lips, making the crowd of people onlookers cheer even more enthusiastically.
"Exciting~"
"Wuhu~"
The laughter came and went like thunder.
Song Lihua turned sideways stiffly, and then she saw everyone's eyes like big light bulbs. There was a crash, her brain was congested, and her cerebellum was buzzing as if it had been run over by a tractor.
Question: How should one react when a society dies?
Should he look back calmly and give everyone a wise smile, or should the live performance be distorted (dark crawling) (screaming) (squirming) (split)?
Waiting online, it's really urgent.
Oh, forgot.
She has become a disconnected person and can’t wait for this generation of netizens.
In the end, Song Liuhua chose to pretend to be dead and buried her face in Feng Ci's arms shyly.
He could only hear his chest tremble and he let out low laughter.
Song Liuhuatian shamelessly (legally) put her hand into her clothes and touched her eight-pack abdominal muscles, feeling delighted.
The feeling of running out of spiritual energy is really bad. I have a headache, a headache, a headache.
The next day, Song Liuhua squatted in the peanut field with only two rows of sprouts, and fell into deep thought.
She always felt that the road was narrow.
Let her think about where it is narrow?
At this time, several women passed by, "I asked yesterday, who was so dumbfounded that he planted the land at the residence, and it turned out to be the lady?"
A woman glanced at the land where only a few sprouts had sprouted, and carefully hissed: "Keep your voice down, what should I do if my wife hears you?"
"Oh, please keep your voice down." The woman quickly lowered her voice and couldn't help but show off: "My daughter is a third-level spiritual planter. She found a lot of spiritual medicine yesterday and handed them all over. A lot of food has been exchanged.”
"Let me tell you, Madam is not very talented. If she has the time to farm, she might as well dig a few handfuls of wild vegetables. She may not be able to gain anything even if she works like this for ten days and a half."
"It's pitiful for Madam to keep going through so much trouble. Your daughter is so powerful, why not let her help Madam. According to her ability, all the seeds can germinate in half a day, and a crop can be harvested in three days."
"No, no, that won't work. I don't know what this kind of thing is. If it is an ordinary wild vegetable, wouldn't it be a waste of time and delay my daughter's search for spiritual plants." The woman shook her head quickly.
A few people thought they spoke quietly, but they didn't know that Song Liuhua, who was holding her breath and listening to the gossip, listened to them all. In the midst of the lightning and flint, Song Liuhua had a flash of inspiration.
She knew something was wrong!
