Chapter 2143 The Miraculous Daily Life of Harvest Farm 13
On the hill east of the orchard.
Jin Chen suddenly appeared behind the tree, leaning against the trunk and watching Qin Zong jump down the hillside and walk deeper into the area.
There are many mountains in Hope Village, which are not high but deep, and few people have been to the innermost part.
Jinchen followed, his breath hidden in nature and not discovered by Qin Zong.
But after observing for more than ten minutes, it was found that Qin Zong did nothing else except practicing boxing by the stream and finding a tree stump to serve as a sparring partner.
I am bored.
Jinchen looked up at the sky, wondering if he was wrong.
After a while, Jinchen sat on the tree, picked a fruit and threw it down. With a little magic power in it, it fell very quickly.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Zong staggered to the side because his punch was unstable, and avoided the falling fruit.
Hey.
Jinchen tried two more in succession.
When the third fruit fell, Qin Zong, who had dodged all the others, finally became puzzled and looked up at the tree.
Jinchen quickly hid himself, leaving only the rustling of leaves.
Qin Zong didn't investigate and jumped into the stream to take a bath to cool down.
Jinchen didn't want to look at it. He cast his eyes on the ground and looked at the fist-sized hole made by the three fruits.
Well, there is indeed a problem.
After thinking for a few moments, Jinchen folded two leaves into a little-eyed elf and threw them into the stream.
After a while, it appeared on Qin Zong's shoulder, then crawled into his hair and disappeared.
Jinchen turned around and disappeared on the tree trunk without staying for even a second.
I have to hurry back to have lunch with my wife.
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Qin Zong naturally didn't notice all this.
He just felt that during this period of time, there was a strong power accumulating in his body, but it could never be released.
It starts with being able to hear the black cat talking.
That day when I went to Harvest Farm with Aji, the closer we got to the strange-looking grass, the more obvious the power became.
Instinctively, Qin Zong felt that this was not a bad thing.
There are many strange things in this world, and there are even more after coming to the Village of Hope. Qin Zong doesn't want to be unable to help Jiang Ji, and he doesn't want to be outdone by that man who looks so strange.
Coming down the mountain, Qin Zong saw several cars that were rarely seen in the town and the village coming up the road halfway up the mountain. He used the binoculars he carried with him to see that the passenger seat in the lead car was none other than Boss Song.
Thinking of what happened at the rally, Qin Zong's eyes darkened and he followed from the hillside.
"Dad, please slow down." Boss Song said helplessly, his well-dressed suit and tie did not fit in with the rough environment at the entrance of the village.
The old man shook off his hand and pointed to the orchard tremblingly: "It's here! My old friend's son must be here!"
"The old friend you mentioned didn't even leave a photo. I wonder if you remembered it wrong..." Boss Song muttered, but was glared at by the old man.
“What do you know!” The old man coughed twice, his skinny hands clenched his cane, “I can recognize the fruits they grow just by taking a bite! The fruits on that stall taste like that!”
His muddy voice suddenly rose, "I still owe them money! I have to pay it back, I have to pay it back..."
"Here we go again!" Boss Song loosened his tie impatiently, feeling helpless.
"You even forgot their names, but you remember that you owed them money?"
"My old friends are gone, leaving me, an old uncle, behind. I still remember them." The old man muttered to himself, trying hard to recall the past.
But I just couldn’t keep the memories of my time with my old friends. Over time, even their names were forgotten along with those magical experiences.
Sometimes when he looked at his old diaries, he felt dazed.
The old man said nothing and just stared at the orchard stubbornly.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard behind the fence, and Jiang Ji came towards us carrying a bamboo basket filled with freshly picked cherries.
The old man's eyes lit up, and he staggered forward and grabbed Jiang Ji's arm: "It's you! Did you grow those fruits?"
Jiang Ji was stunned for a moment, then caught a glimpse of the famous watch on Boss Song's wrist and immediately put on an attentive smile.
"It's me, it's me! Boss Song, we meet again. Do you want to discuss cooperation?"
"Dad, look, everyone has admitted it." Boss Song breathed a sigh of relief.
"I chose the fruit you had that day. My dad loves it. We want to order a few batches. The price is negotiable, but the quality must be guaranteed."
"No problem!" Jiang Ji nodded hurriedly and said happily: "My orchard uses the latest technology--"
"No!" The old man suddenly interrupted, grabbed a cherry and stuffed it into his mouth, frowning, "This taste is wrong! The previous one clearly had a... a sweet taste!"
Jiang Ji's smile froze on his face.
Boss Song grabbed my father and said, "Whose fruit is not sweet, Dad?"
Qin Zong squatted among the branches of the old locust tree behind the fence and took in everything.
He bit a blade of grass, his eyes swept across the old man's excited face, and finally fell on Jiang Ji's knuckles that turned white due to nervousness.
"Fuck." Qin Zong cursed and spat out the chewed grass leaves.
He finally understood that Jiang Ji couldn't grow the fruits that the old man wanted. Those were clearly grown by Lin Mian.
But the old man was confused. After tasting Lin Mian's strawberries, he mistook them for Jiang Ji's. That's why he excitedly came to the orchard to discuss cooperation.
If it were to be exposed, Jiang Ji’s business would be gone.
Qin Zong took out his cell phone and sent a message to Jiang Ji: Hold them back, wait for me for a while.
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farm.
Jinchen and Linmian were in the small woods at the far side, pruning the side branches of the fruit trees that were still growing.
Lin Mian flipped through the fruit tree pruning manual left by Ms. Lin Yao, and while pruning according to the instructions, he clicked the gardening shears in his hand.
"No one in the south will stay, no one in the north will stay..."
Click click click.
"Remove the rough and keep the fine, remove the straight and keep the oblique..."
Click click click.
Jinchen looked at the increasing number of side branches on the ground and gradually fell silent, staring at Lin Mian as he continued to cut the bare branches.
“Nothing is left low in the east…Nothing is left high in the west.”
Jin Chen couldn't help but reply: "Naked."
The clicking sound stopped.
Lin Mian tapped Jinchen's forehead and pressed a few gray handprints on it, "What are you talking about?"
“Kun Kun, is it really okay to grow it this way?” Jin Chen said earnestly, “You’re almost pruning it bald.”
“That’s right.” Lin Mian wiped the dust off his forehead and explained, “Fruit trees are not like ornamental trees. Too many side branches will affect the growth of the fruit.”
Thinking about the identity of this envoy of God, Lin Mian specially added: "It is limited to planting in the human world. It has no reference value in the spirit world."
Jinchen really shut up: "Oh."
The afternoon sun was quite strong, so Jinchen wiped Lin Mian's sweat with his fingertips.
The huge mature fruit tree next to them slowly tilted to the left, moving its crown above them.
Jinchen picked a cherry and ate it, then wiped it on his clothes and fed it to Lin Mian.
Lin Mian was no longer surprised by these noises, so he rolled up his sleeves and continued trimming, but he couldn't help laughing secretly, thinking that he was like a child.
Jinchen learned it after listening several times. He picked up another pair of scissors and went over to work with Lin Mian.
