After dinner, Song Wen did not compete with his nephew for the remote control and watched TV, but walked out for a walk.

The mountains are green, the lake is clear and green, and the white clouds in the blue sky are like green dogs, giants, or naughty children, changing suddenly.

Walking by the lake, the lake breeze makes the green trees sway, and the mulberry trees are covered with black, purple, red and white fruit mulberries.

Some purple and black mulberries fell on the ground, and a group of chickens and ducks buried their heads and picked up the bargain. Even the little hedgehogs who never left the nest ran out to join in the fun. After a winter, the little guy seemed to be much bigger. While eating mulberries, it also rolled up on the ground full of mulberries. Suddenly, its body was full of fat mulberries. Not far away, the full buffalo and black and white camel were lazily lying under the tree to cool off. Seeing Song Wen, he shouted hello.

Although children come here to eat mulberries every Sunday, how many big mulberries they can eat when they grow thick and dense, they end up falling on the ground because no one picked them, which makes them cheaper chickens, ducks, little hedgehogs and calfs.

Sometimes, too much growth may not be a good thing.

Song Wen had thought of picking some mulberries to sell on the market, but mulberries are not resistant to storage and are easily crushed. If you want to sell them, you must buy some boxes to pack them. Moreover, Nanzhou may not be able to sell them much, which is very troublesome to make. After thinking about it, he felt that using mulberries to make wine should be good. The mulberries poured with spring water from Ruyi Fan are not as sour and sweet as some mulberries, but are so sweet, but they are just a little sour. I think it should be delicious to make wine.

After thinking about it, he made up his mind to pick mulberries and make wine tomorrow.

Next to the mulberry tree are cherry trees with thick waists. The cherries on the trees are the size of pigeon eggs, and some are gradually turning red. I think the cherries will ripen after a while.

The cherries on his side are of a large late-ripening variety. Now the cherries on the market have entered the harvest season, but they have just turned red. The wholesale price of cherries on the market is more than ten yuan per kilogram, and the price of 10 yuan per kilogram and 20 yuan per kilogram. The price of big cherries like his should be a little more expensive.

I calculated that there are more than a dozen cherry trees planted by the lake, so I will definitely not be able to finish them. I can sell them at that time to earn some extra money.

After seeing the cherries, Song Wen drew a bamboo row toward the peach blossom forest on the other side. At this time, the peach blossoms in the peach blossom forest had already fallen, and small peaches grew on the peach trees. The peaches reflected in the green leaves, which looked quite interesting.

After not watering the peach tree for a while, he took out the spring water from the Ruyi Fan to water each peach blossom, and then came to the box made of stones to make nests for pink ants.

He lifted the lid on the ant box and looked at it, and found that the ant nest in the ant box seemed to be a little bigger, and a lot of crystal honey liquid inside it was stored. It seemed that some of it could be taken out tomorrow. Huang Xi said that her sister wanted ant honey and could just get some for her.

After seeing the pink ants, they were about to leave. Song Wen suddenly remembered that there was still a nest in Ruyi Fan. When he moved his heart, he entered the space of Ruyi Fan.

In Ruyi's fan, there was a drizzle like cow's hair.

Slight drizzle fell from the sky, making the space feel like a layer of mist.

What made Song Wen strange was that there was not a drop of raindrops. I felt that the rain was too strange, so I closed my eyes and felt it. I felt that the trace of rain seemed to penetrate directly into my body, nourishing my body, and the skin on my body was so comfortable that I felt like I was about to moan.

Weird, too weird.

When he opened his eyes again, the rain had already ended.

There are too many strange things about Ruyi Fan, which is not something he can know, such as where the mountains inside, the water inside, the stone inside, the ground inside, etc., and why the bronze mirror can penetrate the ground and see the things below. All kinds of things are incredible. However, it is useless to think about these things. Song Wen no longer thinks about them, but looks around.

Next to the bamboo house, there are still white flowers blooming on the ginseng fruit tree, which looks mottled but has a strong and tall appearance.

The flowers have bloomed for a while, but there is no trace of withering at all. It is really strange. I don’t know if it is as recorded in "Journey to the West" that "blooms every three thousand years, bear fruit every three thousand years, and ripen for another three thousand years." If this is true, then he wants to eat the fruits produced by this tree, which probably has been reincarnation for thousands of years. Fortunately, he also left a ginseng fruit on the tree, which can be picked down when he wants to eat in the future to satisfy his cravings.

After eating the ginseng fruit last time, the space expanded several times. I don’t know if eating the ginseng fruit can expand the space anymore. It seems that I have to find some time to try it.

After seeing the ginseng fruit tree, Song Wen looked at the strange tree growing on the other side of the bamboo house that was buried on the corpse of a mowed horse.

The flowers on the monster tree have long since wept, and now they have grown fruits and are the size of eggs.

Looking at the blood-red fruits hanging among the green leaves, Song Wen not only did not have the joy of harvest at all, but also felt very strange. You should know that this tree only lasted about three months from growing to its waistline to blooming and fruiting. Although the growth of various creatures in the space can accelerate the growth of various creatures, this speed is too amazing.

Walking under the strange tree, I looked up at the blood-red fruits hanging on the branches.

The fruit seemed to be ripe, and litchi-like fragrance floated out from it.

However, Song Wen was not very cold about this, because he had never seen this kind of fruit tree before, and he didn't know if it was poisonous. Besides, it grew on the corpse of a horse. You don't have to think that this tree absorbs nutrients from the corpse and grows up. It feels disgusting when you think about it. How could you eat it?

"Qu"

At this time, a scream suddenly came from Song Wen. When he turned around, he saw that it was the big earth dragon he caught in. After this guy came inside, he ate and drank well. Not only did he grow up a lot, but he also gained a lot. Now he felt that Song Wen had no malicious intentions towards it, and he dared to come to him, and he was not afraid that he would kill it and stew it in soup.

Song Wen glanced at it, ignored it, turned around and continued to look at the strange tree. Who knew that the big earth dragon had no idea what was wrong, but kept croaking at him, seeing that he ignored it, and crawled over to please him.

Your grandma is a bear.

Song Wen kicked it away with anger. This guy was covered in mucus, rubbing his pants so hard that he was sticky.

The big earth dragon was kicked away by him, and seemed to feel very wronged. He lay on the ground and watched him croaking in a low voice, which made people sad. Song Wen felt that this guy had become much smarter since he stole Xiaojun's half ginseng fruit. He didn't have this before. Seeing that it was still screaming there, he had to go forward and touch its slippery head to comfort him.

This guy was like a child, and suddenly became happy again. He stood up and twisted his body, and rubbed against Song Wen with flattery and flatteringly. After a while, the big earth dragon climbed under the strange tree with blood-red fruits, croaking at the fruits on the tree, as if he wanted to eat the fruits.

If you show your diligence for nothing, you will be robbed. The ancients did not deceive me. Song Wen looked at the big earth dragon croaking under the tree and thought. But when he saw its impatient appearance, he thought that this fruit could not be eaten? Thinking of it, he climbed up the tree, picked two fruits, and threw one for it. The big earth dragon swallowed the fruit he threw, and then hurriedly climbed back to the pool.

Song Wen looked at it strangely and didn't know what was going on. Looking at the fruit in his hand, he thought to himself that he could really eat this thing. Thinking of it, he took a fruit and washed it in the spring water, then took a light bite, and thought to himself that he could eat even the big earth dragon, and there was no reason he couldn't eat it.

As soon as the fruit entered his mouth, it immediately turned into a stream of body fluid and then became a stream of heat dissipated throughout his body. In just a moment, Song Wen felt his whole body full of strength. At this moment, no one had to tell him, he knew that the fruit had magical uses. He quickly ate the remaining fruit, and the fruit entered his stomach and suddenly turned into a stream of heat lingering in his dantian. It did not dissipate for a long time, making him feel energetic and energetic.

What a good thing.

Song Wen felt that the fruit was so wonderful. Looking at the strange tree, he felt that he should give it a name. Since the strange tree grew from the corpse of a horse, it was called the turban tree. The fruit on it was as red as blood, it might as well be called the blood fruit.

After looking at the moat tree again, he walked to the side and looked around in the space.

The fruits on the ginseng trees in the pine and cypress were ripe. These fruits were only the size of the tail finger and had no meat. Song Wen had no use after eating them, so he didn't eat them. They buried them directly into the soil of the pine and cypress to let them grow into ginseng. The cowhead sandalwood beside the pine and cypress have grown a little, and now they are more than one meter tall, but they are only the thickness of the index finger, but they have already wafted out a faint smell of sandalwood.

After seeing the cowhead sandalwood, he came to the place where he raised white jade snails.

These days, he had been with Huang Xi'an and had no time to come in. Today, he saw that the place where the white jade snails were raised, and snails were crowded into a pile. He quickly separated them by size and fed some vegetables. After he finished, he came to the stream not far away.

Looking forward, the pheasants, wild ducks and swans across the stream were walking around comfortably, and some were swimming in the stream and playing. The big black eel brought out of the cave in the stream saw Song Wen coming, and looked out of the water, and then sank into the water again.

The pheasant, wild duck and wild swan opposite the stream have never crossed the shore since they fainted after eating the grass on the opposite hillside last time, and they seem to be afraid.

Looking inside carefully, he found that pheasants, wild ducks and swans hatched a group of little guys, one by one, and they were chuckling there one by one. After looking at it, Song Wen felt that he should get a batch outside to raise it. Anyway, the wild animal breeding license has been issued now, so he is not afraid of others checking it. Otherwise, if he wants to take it out and eat it in the future, he will have to sneak in and look like a thief.

After looking at it, I continued to stroll.

After a while, he came to the place where the seeds taken from the mountain fruits he had brought out from the mountain, and suddenly he found that the seeds had grown tender green seedlings. The seedlings were about one finger long and very small. After looking at them, he poured some water and planted the Saga, wax and walnuts he bought from Nanzhou City. After planting, the excess land in the space was almost used up.

The fruit seedlings are planted at a distance of four meters. Now the fruit seedlings are still small, and the vacant land is inevitably wasted. Song Wen planted the mung beans and sesame they bought in the middle to avoid wasting the land.

PS: I haven't written some things these days, and I'm a little embarrassed to see the elders of Jiangdong. I originally had three chapters of the code today, but when I uploaded it, I didn't know which one I pressed, but I deleted them all. I went there and had the heart to jump off the building. I wrote the chapter again, and there was only one chapter, and it will be updated tomorrow. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian Literature Registered Members to recommend this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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