Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

Fang Yan’s movements can’t be said to be slow. It’s just that the people at the table with him have already developed fast eating skills in their experience. Fang Yan came out too late. Waiting for him to line up for a meal. Although there are only a few minutes, it is enough for several big men on the table to pick out all the good dishes.

The conditions in this place are not good. You must eat fast and accurate. Not only do you have to run fast, but you must also move fast. A table of dishes and good luck can have a plate of meat. This plate of meat is not pure meat. Stir-fried meat made from other dishes, but it is considered a meat dish. Just a little bit of meat mochi, you have to grab it.

Fang Yan held the bowl and stared at the dining table in front of him blankly. He held his chopsticks in a daze for a while, and looked at the almost empty plates, wondering if he should do it.

"What are you doing in a daze? Eat quickly." The person at the same table reminded friendly: "If you don't eat now, these dishes will be eaten later, I will remind you in advance that if you are hungry, you can There is nothing for you to eat. If you are hungry, you must wait until tomorrow morning."

Needless to say, tomorrow morning will definitely be the scene of looting again.

Just as we spoke, the wind was blowing on the table, and the plate was even more empty, almost only in the soup.

Fang Yan stared blankly at the bottom of the soup. Under his gaze, the person next to him picked up the plate, put the soup into the bowl, mixed with the rice and snored again.

Fang Yan: "..."

He looked down at the bowl in his hand, a whole bowl of rice, not good rice, and yellow rice crust. The rice was still full, but there was nothing left.

Fang Yan hesitated and put the bowl down slowly.

The bottom of the bowl touched the table, and there was a click. The person on the table looked at him, and there was no unexpected look on his face.

Others reached out directly towards him: "Give it to me."

"What?" Fang Yan was puzzled.

"Meal, don't you eat it for me."

"..."

Fang Yan hesitantly handed the bowl over, and then reminded: "I haven't moved."

The man didn't mind if he did not move. After taking it, he poured it directly onto the plate, mixed with the soup, and ate the second bowl of rice.

Since he walked out of the room, a total of ten minutes have not passed. Fang Yan looked around and found that most of the people around him had already left.

Song Changdong smiled and said: "I can tell you in advance that you will not eat this meal, and there is nothing in the kitchen. If you are hungry at night, you can solve it yourself."

Fang Yan subconsciously repeated one sentence: "Solve it yourself?"

"Five miles away, sweet potatoes are planted in a piece of land. Of course, this is the ration for the second half of the year and cannot be eaten." Song Changdong grinned and said, "There are no lights around here. Even if you go out, you won't be able to find your way. Of course. You can see it, when I didn't say it, but even if you want to go out, you have to be careful. There are wolves around here."

"Wolf?!"

"Have you seen a wolf? The kind that can eat people. Last time someone came over and sneaked out in the middle of the night. He was almost bitten off by a wolf for half his life. It's black and blind, and the mountain roads can't be seen clearly, but you remember, If you see a pair of green eyes, it means that the wolf is here and you can run. As long as you run fast enough, the wolf can't catch up with you."

Fang Yan: "..."

He was silent for a while before saying, "Thank you."

Song Changdong: "..."

Song Changdong did not expect him to react this way.

Listening to his thanks, Song Changdong was stunned for a while. He looked at him for a long while, but he didn't see fear on his face, but felt a little at a loss.

He grabbed his head and said, "That’s it. If it’s okay, you can go to bed as soon as possible. Don’t turn on the lights at night to save electricity. If you fall asleep earlier, you won’t be hungry. Get up early tomorrow morning. Get up when you hear something. No?"

Probably Fang Yan's reaction was too far from what he had imagined. After Song Changdong finished speaking, he realized that his voice was still a little gentle, but it was like speaking to someone from his nephew's generation, incredibly cordial.

Even the people next to him who hadn't gone completely looked at him dumbly, as if they had seen something incredible.

Song Changdong coughed.

Fang Yan nodded, thanked him again, and then got up and went back to his room.

As soon as the door was closed, all sounds were isolated from the outside.

The person next to him immediately leaned over, lowered his voice and said to Song Changdong: "Brother Dong, that kid is not eating, what if he steals our sweet potatoes again?"

Song Changdong sneered: "Clean up the guys at night. It's optimistic. If someone goes out and just have a fight, he doesn't know who we are anyway. If he asks, he will say that he has met a thief. He dare to say nothing. ?"

"Brother Dong, I think it’s different from the previous one." The speaker scratched his head and said strangely: "He has been here for so long, and I haven't heard him say a complaint. Isn’t it different from the previous one?"

Like the prince who was thrown over in the past, he started complaining on the road. After arriving here, from housing to food, no one did not complain, one was more than one, all of them grew up in a honey pot. The spoiled young master, this one looked more squeamish than before, but no one thought that this one would persist until now, without saying a word of complaint.

"What's the difference? Anyway, it won't last long anyway. After he is hungry for a few days, he will either learn to behave well, or he will pack his things and leave." Song Changdong squinted his eyes, glanced at Fang Yan's room, and retracted contemptuously. Sight: "Even if he is obedient, there will be some waiting for him in the future."

Now it's just that the residence is a bit dilapidated, and the food is a bit poor. Compared to the conditions of the local people, they are considered very good.

The people living in the mountains, those people can't even eat enough to eat, the house can't block the wind, can't block the rain, they are like those young masters can't even imagine.

Fortunately, new seeds have now been sent.

It is said that the yield of new seeds can be increased a lot, and if feasible, it can also solve the food and clothing problem here.

Song Changdong sighed, wiped his face, got up and stood up.

"Hurry up, it will be dark anytime soon, who is doing the dishes today? I'll clean up everything!"