My system has a field

Chapter 8
"You are enough, make Lingling scream early in the morning." Kuang Desheng's roar came from the room.

Kuang Dejun saw a grass-like haired Kuang De grow out of the door, put on a pair of water boots, picked up a basket of straw, and walked towards the courtyard door.

"I'm back! I'm going to cut the grass and feed the fish." It was a greeting.

After the plaster was broken, the wounds healed completely without leaving scars.Kuang Dejun took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the wound healing, sent it to Nanji Xianweng on WeChat, and wrote: "I thought there would be a scar, but there is no trace."

Nanji Xianweng made a thumbs up emoji and said: "Genius doctor! What kind of hospital do you live in? I will go home tomorrow too. No medicine can compare to your pills and Lingquan water. You have almost drank 4 bottles of Lingquan water." Why does Kuangshen doctor always feel like a layer of dirt is oozing out of his body every time he drinks water, but it is very comfortable."

"Of course, it's effective to excrete all the dirt and impurities in your body through the pores." He didn't ask the master about the specific reason, and he thought it might be the reason.

"Genius doctor, there is another urgent question. At most one day, you will finish drinking four bottles of spiritual spring water, and you have returned to your hometown, what should you do?" Nanji Xianweng made a crying face.

Of course, Lingquan water does not have to be used as daily drinking water, unless you are rich.

"Is this okay? I'll transfer the money to you, and you can go to the post office to pack and ship a box of Lingquan factory for me, okay?" Nanji Xianweng said.

After speaking, 6000 yuan was immediately transferred over on WeChat.A local tyrant is a local tyrant, and buying a few bottles of water costs thousands of dollars. 12 bottles, packed in a box.

This is a good idea.However, Lingquanshui was afraid of being squeezed on the road when sending the express, so he finally thought of a way: nail a small box with thin wood and stuff it into a cardboard box, so that it will be safe.

Kuang Yibin drove twenty or thirty chickens into the coop, raised his shoulders, and the black dog and leopard walked forward happily.Kuang Dejun had pantothenic acid in his nose. He is nearly 80 years old, and he is still busy every day.

Only Kuang Dejun occasionally gave the old man a few hundred yuan for expenses, and several uncles heard that he would not give a penny to the old man throughout the year.

The village party secretary approached the old man several times: "Uncle, do your sons pay to support you? If not, you tell them, and the village committee will punish them."

Kuang Yibin said: "Yes, everyone has them, and I will send some pork during the festival. I, Sun Dejun, are the most filial, and will give me money every time I come back. Besides, I can support myself by raising chickens, and I don't need that person to support me." .”

After nailing up the wooden boxes, Kuang Dejun still lacked plastic bottles. Since he usually works outside, he is not very familiar with the situation in the village. Does anyone have surplus empty plastic bottles?If there is none, he can only go to the county town to buy plastic bottles.

He pushed the old tricycle out of the corner, filled it with gas, and it seemed to be working.I didn’t look carefully when I went back to the village last night. It turns out that a village-level road has been widened a lot. There are still many wheel marks on the road. Those who earn money build new houses and buy cars.

Most of them ride motorcycles, and there is no other one in the whole village who rides on a broken tricycle like Kuang Dejun.

Many people looked at him with sympathy. Kuang Xiucai's son is really pitiful. I heard that he was working on a construction site in the east of Hong Kong a few days ago.Now that the injury has not healed, he is riding his tricycle to collect waste.

This broken tricycle was once his hero. He was fifteen or sixteen years old. In addition to planting a few acres of Susukida, whenever he had spare time, he rode a tricycle to collect waste, waste newspapers, waste plastics, and waste sandals in the alleys of the village. , Scrap copper and rotten iron...

A bell is hung on the tricycle, and it rings all the way, and if you yell a few words, people will know that the Kuangde army is coming from a long distance.

Now the bell is still there, and someone greeted him from afar: "Boy of the Kuang family, do you want to waste the newspaper?"

"Waste sandals, toothpaste skins, scrap copper and rotten iron, or?"

"None of these," Kuang Dejun replied.

"You collect waste, you don't want this, you don't want it, what do you want?" Isn't it just a waste collection?If you still pick and choose, you will be the only one left in the village to collect the old ones, so why not pick and choose.

"I'm just looking for a new mineral water bottle," Kuang Dejun replied. These old men and bosses regard themselves as returning to their old jobs. Alas, after more than ten years, it is impossible to go to the streets in this life and shout: wine If you sell nothing.

"If you want a new mineral water bottle, go to Sun Fugui's house. His family just had a banquet, so they should have these." Sun Fugui is an elementary school teacher, and he also taught Kuang Dejun's class. He has a son in the same class as him.

Kuang Dejun didn't want to go to Sun Fugui's house at first, he was on the wrong side of his son, Sun Shichang was a bad student when he was studying, and because his father was a teacher, he often fought with Kuang Dejun in class for no reason.Did not graduate from junior high school, returned to the village and became a village bully.

Sun Fugui's house was decorated with lanterns and festoons, which was full of joy.A small silver Santana truck was parked on the grain drying field in front of the door, and Sun Shichang was about to get into the car with his arms around a fat girl.

Seeing Kuang Dejun: "Isn't this brother Dejun? I heard that he went to Hong Kong East to make a fortune. Why did he go there?" Maybe it was a happy event, or maybe it was a grown-up person who forgot about the juvenile mess.He grabbed Kuang Dejun and said, "Come on, let's have a wedding at home."

Kuang Dejun quickly pushed: "No, I'll go find some mineral water bottles first."

"I have a lot of mineral water bottles in my house. Where do you go to find them?" Sun Shichang said that there were at least a hundred tables opened in his house for the wedding a few days ago. Take it back, take as much as you want, just take it.

Kuang Jianjun was not one to take advantage of small things. In the end, he took two unopened bottles of mineral water from Mr. Sun Shi's house, stuffed [-] yuan into Teacher Sun, and said that he had wrapped up a congratulatory gift for himself.

200 yuan for a meal of wine.

Received a whole load of sympathetic looks.

When he got home, he poured the whole bottle of mineral water into the jug, and carried the empty bottle into the system space.

He saw the thatched hut of his master again, and seemed to be in a good mood. As soon as he saw the Kuang Dejun, Hua Lieshan said: "My student from the German army, you can't just make pills with one effect when making pills. "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" Didn’t you accept all the content, how about this, you clear up all the weeds in this field, and then see how much medicine can be made from the cleared weeds, and then make pills.”

As far as Kuang Dejun looked, he saw that the rice fields with a square of [-] meters were densely covered with various weeds.

These grasses have thick leaves and thick roots, so it is really difficult to clean them up.Hua Lieshan pointed to his thatched hut, and said to the Kuang Dejun: "My disciples in the German army, you need tools to work. There are all kinds of tools in the hut, just take them if you need them."

The Kuang De army found sickles, hoes, shovels, shovels, rice buckets, axes, adzes, shovels, shovels, plows, rakes, etc. in the thatched cottage, all agricultural shells.

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