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Volume 1: The Blackened Zhang Si in the World of Fairy Sword 117 Overgrown weeds and no crops

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    How to sleep at night is always a question.

    Fang Xian went to Sister Lan's room several times to hint that it was getting late and that he was unbearably hungry and thirsty, but he saw several women chatting very interestingly without feeling sleepy. He really couldn't figure out the Southern Song Dynasty women and the Celestial Fu.  What did the girl have to talk about: they were not sleepy, but Fang Xian was. After all, he had been fighting the water monster for a long time that day, and he had become a Hydra by the way.  After placing Fang Busy on the sofa to survive the night, he went into the house and slept first.

    When I opened my eyes, it was the morning of the next day again. This time I was woken up by my mother outside, who kept shouting, "Eat breakfast."

    Fang Xian rubbed his eyes and felt dizzy. The scene in front of him seemed familiar.

    Xian¡¯s father and mother Xian were very far-sighted and bought a double bed directly in Fang Xian¡¯s room. At this time, it was once again the state of being in love with his wife.  The thing is, it's fucking morning again.

    Yue Ruling'er was also woken up, feeling sleepy.

    As usual, Yue grabbed the quilt again, and Linger was naked as usual, muttering "Sister hates it."

    Of course, Fang Xian also used Yigui Qingtian as usual.

    Fang Xian looked up to the sky and sighed: "Can we say hello next time? Can I drink two glasses of Red Bull to get through it!!!"

    ¡°Hurry out, I¡¯ll change clothes.¡± Yue Ru kept urging.

    "Aren't you showing off? What are you trying to do!!!" Fang Xian was as ferocious as usual.

    "You are warm under the quilt" Yue Ru looked shy.

    They are using themselves as electric blankets.

    Xian¡¯s mother was calling for dinner. It was obviously unkind to do that kind of thing. Fang Xian was stunned again, put on his clothes and left the house.

    Wang Xiulan was arranging the dishes, and when she saw Fang Xian coming, she smiled strangely: "Son, you are really good!"

    This "you know" expression made Fang Xian's balls ache again.

    At this moment, Fang Xian suddenly thought of his sister Na, and the long-cherished wish of flying together was indeed far away.

    Xian¡¯s mother came over and snickered: ¡°What are you using that for?¡±

    "What?"

    "Don't act stupid like mom."

    "Oh" is enough, now is not the time to have children.  "Fang Xian had no choice but to hold on.

    "Isn't it the time to have a child?!" Wang Xiulian slapped Fang Xian hard. "Don't worry, the mother will support you for as many births as you want. Don't think about money or anything. My parents still have some savings. Let's take advantage of my mother's good health."  ¡­¡±

    gas.  "Isn't it enough to have Mei'er?"

    "Isn't that girl adopted by you? Yueru told mom yesterday."

    What an adoption. Who can adopt a little ancestor for themselves when they have nothing to do?

    While chatting, Fang hurriedly came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of spring rolls.

    Fang Xian hurriedly helped to carry it and said, "Brother Busy, you don't have to be like this. Just buy some outside early. Brother Busty doesn't have to get up early and work hard."

    Fang Mang was obviously not in a good mood and said angrily: "Breakfast outside?! What can't you eat?"

    After saying that, he returned to the kitchen angrily.

    Fang Xian was puzzled, so he asked his mother. This unconventional and shady chef suddenly became angry: "This is another story. Xian's mother got up early to buy breakfast, fried dough sticks, soy milk and so on. Fang Xian happened to be there.  We sat on the sofa in the living room and went together.  When we got there, the chef complained that the heat of the deep-fried pancakes was not well controlled, so he had to take action himself. Then he kept complaining that the noodles were not mixed well and the oil was too dirty, until there was something wrong with the meat filling of the buns and there was something strange in the soy milk.  What.  "The owner of the breakfast stall has to use a banging pin to start working. There is no way. Chef Fang is a real connoisseur. Looking at modern times from the perspective of Southern Song Dynasty food, he will definitely not be able to accept it for a while.

    ?Then the rear hurriedly shouted angrily, clapped the table and stirred up layers of flour: "Food is the most important thing for the people! There is so much cunning in such a small breakfast." Not to mention the harm to the body, does this mean that the common people will also become cunning?  !  "

    Fang Mang originally thought that people would get excited and denounce the boss."

    But at this time, the villagers began to persuade Fang to get busy.

    "Brother, the whole country has been like this for a long time, so stop competing."

    "Yes, you are so competitive that you can only go to a big hotel to have breakfast."

    "Brother, after you finish your shopping, hurry up and leave. There is a queue behind you."

    "" Fang hurriedly stayed where he was. It turned out that he was the alien. Is it normal for people to eat this kind of thing?

    Since I couldn¡¯t buy it early, Fang¡¯s mother helped Fang back home.

    Fang Mang thought about some things along the way, but he did not despair when he came back. The cook had a very upright outlook on life and had an optimistic nature. He was actually full of energy at this time.

    Fang hurriedly looked up at the sky, and a smiling woman seemed to appear next to the clouds: "Is this the real dark cuisine? Fang must be with"?A showdown, Master Abe!  Fang¡¯s heart is still there!  !  !  "

    So, Fang hurriedly used some of the only ingredients at home to make a spring roll feast!

    The whole family sat together again, eating the fragrant and energetic spring rolls, drinking the light and heart-warming spinach soup, and feeling the bright cuisine inherited from classical culture. Everyone was full of praise.

    Xian¡¯s dad was the most excited after eating: ¡°How many years have it passed?¡± This is breakfast!  "

    Fang hurriedly laughed: "Fang said that as long as we live here, we promise not to bring anything like this with us for a year:"

    After breakfast, Fang Xian explained to everyone, or he was bleeding heavily again. The troops were divided into two groups. Fang Mai took Yue Ruling'er to buy daily necessities, slippers, toothpaste, a change of underwear and so on.  On the other side, Xian's mother took Fang Mong to the market to buy fish and meat dishes. Xian's mother was very careful this time and was prepared to shut Fang Mong's mouth at any time. It was right when she thought about it.  Fang hurriedly entered the vegetable market. He was entering the realm of dark cuisine alone, which was very tragic.

    Fang Xian rode his father's Big Z Phoenix bicycle, threw Su Mei into the basket in front, and rode towards the few acres of land at home.

    The land in his family was actually passed down from Xian¡¯s mother. This story is a bit complicated, and it involves Mr. Xian.

    Mr. Xian has two sons and two daughters, which means Fang Xian has two uncles and one aunt. Mr. Xian¡¯s family has more than four acres of land. He is really a tough guy in Fangjia Village. He is the most powerful person with a foreign surname: Xian¡¯s father  Being sent to the countryside, being able to marry the daughter of a landlord is not a bad thing in theory. In the future, Mr. Xian will split up the family and he can still get some land.

    "But Mr. Xian's two sons, Fang Xian's two uncles, did not leave any way for others to survive, and they spared no effort to fight for the land allocation issue.  At that time, Fang Mu was soft-tempered and had a pedantic and modest temperament, and he was no longer willing to compete with others.  As for Fang Xian's aunt, she was not married at the time and was also very weak.  As a result, Fang Xian's family was only allocated the old acre of more than 100 acres of land, and his aunt was even worse off, only 5 acres. The rest naturally fell into the hands of the two uncles: Fang Xian's family's 10 acres of land was not bad.  On the side of the road, this kind of land is not good as it is easy to be disturbed by people passing by. If you go down to the ground to pull corns, go to the toilet and throw away garbage, etc., but if you are doing business, this is perfect.

    Fang Xian threw Mou Zi aside and looked up at the deserted land. It was endless as far as the eye could see. It was nonsense. It was basically as far as the eye could see. Due to the long period of no cultivation, there were already overgrown weeds and no crops.

    Little Su Mei jumped out of the basket of the carriage, looked around, and asked: "Godfather, why are there crops in the fields next to them, but this land in front of us is deserted?"

    Fang Xian smiled bitterly: "The land I was allocated was not very good to begin with, plus Brother Mu has a job and doesn't farm. Sister Lan can't farm, and I go to school instead of farming. Over time, this is what happened."

    "Don't be sad, godfather, Mei'er is strong!" Su Mei rolled up her sleeves, her little arms were thirsty: "When did you become so sensible"

    "Daddy, there are no pigs or chicken coops here, I'll go take a look around!"

    "Fuck, you are so greedy and you won't change your foxy nature!"

    After teasing for a while, Su Mei ran into the wasteland to catch bugs and play, while Fang Xian lit a cigarette and began to imagine the planning and management of these lands.

    This matter is a bit difficult for Fang Xian. It cannot be solved with a few logical statements. It involves too much knowledge in small aspects of architectural planning, and there are also some very troublesome things, such as how to get the water pipes in and how to drain the water.  , where to pull the wire,¡­

    While I was irritated, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind me.

    "Yo one ume class. One match e!"

    Fang Xian was shocked, is this a black tourist group or "

    This time I look back

    It is now October, and even the most powerful young man has put on long clothes and long kuala.

    However, in front of me, I saw this bald old man with a white beard wearing a beach suit, riding a skateboard, and using crutches as ski poles, whizzing over.

    "There is a hole in the ground, be careful!" Fang Xian shouted, but it was too late.

    Phew, the old man fell to the ground again.

    "Come on, my bones are not flexible." The old man stood up, put on his sunglasses, and patted the rolling yellow sand on his beach clothes: "This is okay."  You can also come here for a walk?  !  "

    "Humph, of course, as a game designer, I must step on it a little bit." The old man put down his skateboard and looked at the endless fields in front of him. Although the land of Fang Xian's family and his aunt's family was deserted, his uncle's family cultivated  There are endless fields of corn.

    ¡°That¡¯s right, that¡¯s right, such a large area is enough for me to perform!¡± The old man had the momentum to give pointers.

    "You misunderstood. Only the wasteland belongs to my family."

    ¡°¡­¡± The old man fixed his eyes againAfter taking a look, he frowned, "Although it's a little small, there will always be a squeeze."

    "These wastelands and eyes belong to my aunt."

    "Angry" The old man glared at Fang Xian ferociously, "You kid, please be a little angry. This is my first masterpiece in this plane. How can I do it in such a big place?"  "

    ??Zi Xian scratched his head: "Yes, I have a headache too. The Fairy Sword Inn is enough, but it is still far from the scale of Ranch Story:"

    "These two games are put together to help you save land." The old man calculated again and said seriously, "In this way, I will try my best to only design the area of ??wasteland. As for you, just win over the 5 acres of land.  , the acres are barely enough.¡±

    ¡°But¡­¡± Fang Xian struggled, ¡°That land belongs to my aunt after all.  "How can one speak?"

    "You have a way." The old man stepped on the skateboard again. "I will bring the construction team over tomorrow morning. I will help you get the business license. See you later."

    "Where's the work?" The old man also has a good fortune in the real estate industry.  "

    By this time, Su Mei had come back, and there was really nothing to do in this wasteland.

    "Is it the Turtle Immortal?" Su Mei looked at the old man's back in the dust.

    "The old man is urging me." Fang Xian clenched his fists, "The old man is working so hard, we can't fall behind! Let's go and find my aunt with my godfather!"!  .

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