Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

The flow of time in the space is different from reality. When Fang Yan and Xiao Bai planted all the ground, their waists and backs were so tired that they hadn't passed much time outside.

Fang Yan asked Xiaobai to pay attention to the time, and when it was time for school, he reminded him that after they finished planting the ground, there was still a lot of time left, so he simply hugged Xiaobai and lay down on the bed in the cabin.

Xiaobai was so tired that he stuck his tongue out: "Master, next time you buy a planter."

"Planter?" Fang Yan was blank.

"Yes." Xiaobai said earnestly, "Although the technology of this era is a little behind, there are also many agricultural machines. I have learned about the world. In addition to planters, there are many machines."

"There are many more?!" Fang Yan was surprised.

Xiao Bai's eyes widened, and he looked at his master in disbelief, seeing that the surprise on his face did not seem to be fake, and then he lay down again in frustration.

As an intelligent butler who has traveled from the high-tech future, he not only failed to remind the owner at such a critical place, but also forgot about the high-tech. It is simply too much of a responsibility to follow the owner to restore the original labor!

Thinking of this, Xiaobai immediately cheered up.

Its eyes suddenly started to glow. Under Fang Yan’s surprised expression, a light came out of its eyes, which was thrown into the air. A semi-transparent screen appeared in mid-air, showing the appearance of a planter, and playing A short video demonstrates what the planter looks like during operation.

Seeing that huge car-like machine drove on the farmland, countless seeds were planted, and a row was planted in a short while, but the people who were supposed to work were just sitting in the car, Fang Yan With my eyes wide open, I feel that my worldview has been subverted.

"This...is this your future high-tech?" he asked weakly.

"Of course not!" Xiaobai retorted loudly, "This is the machine in your world, master. In addition to this planter, there are many other machines, such as harvesters and irrigation machines, all of which are available outside. Save a lot of effort for the owner!"

The pictures on the translucent screen were changed and changed, and countless videos were shown, and all the agricultural-related machines were shown to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan was still able to make a cry of surprise at first, but later, it was too late to even exclaim. He could only stare hard and stare at everything on the screen greedily, for fear that he might miss something.

"These... can these be bought?" He said weakly.

"Yes, and given the owner's family background, even if you buy ten, eight or a hundred, it will be fine."

"No, no, one is enough..." Fang Yan retorted subconsciously.

And there is only one of them.

Before that, Fang Yan had never known that there was such a convenient machine in the world.Before leaving the village, whether it is planting or harvesting, everything must be done by yourself. There are no machines. The only tools you will use are probably sickles and hoes.

Seeing that the machine had been turned on, the golden wheat waves quickly poured over a large area. Fang Yan didn't understand how to operate, but he was surprised.

How much can this save!

Fang Yan seemed to see a door slowly opening towards him. He was only ten years old and could not understand much, but he also knew that if these machines were available, his farming career would surely rise to a new level!

"I've decided, I want to buy this!" Fang Yan said excitedly: "Xiaobai, help me check how much these machines add up to cost."

"Good host."

In half a second, Xiao Bai reported him a number.

Fang Yan's excitement suddenly collapsed visibly.

"This...this is too expensive..." He said weakly: "I can't afford it..."

He has a lot of money. Before he left the village, his mother secretly put the money in his schoolbag, and the pocket money his mother gave after he got here. He has no place to spend money. So far, the only thing he has bought is small. White ham sausage, all the money has been saved, and now there is a considerable number.

But compared with buying these machines, his deposits are only a fraction of the price.

"I... I don't have a job, I have no income, and I can't afford it." Fang Yan counted his working years with his fingers, there are still more than ten years: "Although my mother will give me pocket money every day , Even if I don’t eat or drink, and save all the money, it will only add up...er.” He hasn’t learned so much about his arithmetic, and he doesn’t know how much money he has.

"In short, you can't afford it." Fang Yan said firmly.

Xiaobai barked: "Master, you can ask your parents to buy it for you."

"No." Fang Yan retorted subconsciously: "They have already given me a lot of things, and I can't ask them anymore."

The outside seeds alone are not cheap when combined.

Xiaobai wagged his tail, and couldn't say anything when he saw him insist.

It sighed inwardly, pitying himself for an intelligent butler from the future high-tech era. Not only was he unable to develop his own expertise, but was forced to fall into the cheapest primitive labor. It was so pitiful and too wasteful.

When he thought that there were still so many pits in the space, Xiao Bai felt that his eyes went dark, and suddenly hoped that he was really just an ordinary pet dog.

Although he knew in his heart that he couldn't ask his parents to stretch out their hands to buy those machines, Fang Yan still had to think about them. He suddenly learned about such a useful machine. His whole thoughts have been placed on top of that machine. Worried about the amount of money, even with the usual sighs.

The family quickly noticed something wrong with him.

After Fang Huai and Fang Ke talked about it, they quickly found a tutor for Fang Yan, starting with the most basic knowledge to teach him, but the child was still frowning, and it seemed that he was not worried about his own study.

Mother Fang was worried in her heart, and after observing for several days, she found that not only the youngest son was lethargic, but even their dog had lost enthusiasm, and she became more puzzled.

She took a chance and knocked on the door of Fang Yan's room at night.

It was quiet inside, and there was no sound. After a long time, suddenly there was a ding-and-dangling movement from inside, and then the little son's panicked voice came out: "Come in!"

Mother Fang pushed the door in. On the wide bed, Fang Yan's small body was lying in the center. The quilt was pulled up to cover half of her face. Only his round eyes were exposed, staring at her without blinking.

"Mom, why are you here?" Fang Yan asked.

Fang's mother smiled softly, pulled off his quilt, and lay down herself, lying intimately with her little son.

She was worried about the strangeness of her youngest son in the past two days, and she had repeatedly brewed the words in her heart for a long time. She was about to speak, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

She stretched out her hand and saw a handful of dirt hit the palm of her little son just now.

Fang's mother opened the quilt in surprise, only to find that the pajamas on the youngest son's body were covered with mud and dark brown stains.

"Inkstone, why is your body so dirty?"