Chapter 1271： Brings back painful memories that I dont want to be mentioned (1/2)
I don’t know who planted a seed, and then settled down here. I don’t know much in the plant wilderness that has been thriving for generations. If it is an alienated and mutated plant, you may have to worry about being swallowed by this and that cheap and whistling alien animal. It's the problem of eating insects, but ordinary crops such as corn are a safe one.
In other words, as long as they are far enough away from the Mingguang people, they will be able to prosper and prosper their children and grandchildren almost carefree.
This semi-wild corn field has not been manually selected and rationally planned at all. The corn is clustered in a mess, crowded and impervious to the wind.
This makes each plant grow thin and tall, and there are piles of decayed and decayed senior corpses underneath, and occasionally a few small gray mushrooms grow on it.
You can smell a damp, corrupt smell from far away, but it's not very pungent.
The plants grew too dense and impervious to the wind, and it was difficult to produce corn cobs inside. Lin Chou walked around and found a few that were fairly plump and put them away.
”Oh huh~”
Surprises are always caught off guard.
Originally, Lin Chou was studying whether the ugly gray mushrooms growing on the ground could be eaten, but when he looked up, he suddenly found a large piece of black mold.
Corn smut, also called black mold and black rice, is a common disease of corn. It is a tumor growing on the ear of corn, which is filled with black powder and covered with a white or white purplish-red film on the outside.
Of course, this is not the most important thing, what is important is that this stuff is edible and tastes quite good.
When he returned to the small hall, the Uncle Warlock was facing the table full of chicken bones, holding three yellows in his arms.
This means that Master Warlock has no body temperature or even warm in winter and cool in summer. Otherwise, the ambient temperature of 40 degrees will hold the three yellows. If you hold the three yellows for a few hours, it may turn into a roast chicken.
Shan Ye was bare-armed and exposed a stab-scarred tendon flesh, and Wu Ke and Wu Ke were grabbing the last glass of happy water with a hint of cold air.
”Your horse exploded. This bottle was paid for by Lao Tzu. Lao Tzu must have the last drink!”
”Ha, Lord Shan, you are the prince of the left bank, Ang, said a treat, that's it? That's it?”
”Let's let go, I'll smoke you?”
”Come on, I'll just put my face here, you have to aim at it~”
Lin Chou: ”...”
It seems that I finally understand how these two made friends.
Uncle Warlock said quietly,
”Linzi, your bucket...”
Lin Chou rolled his eyes,
”Yes, yes, it's for food, just wait.”
Shan Ye took the last glass of happy water from under Wu Ke's eyelids at the attack speed of a standard 6th-order evolutionary, and drank it triumphantly while looking at the things Lin Chou brought back. He looked a little disappointed.
”Ah, what the **** is black--no osmanthus cicada and mountain pit snail, I haven't eaten it for more than a month, right?”
”No, no,” Lin Chou said, ”Quickly go away.”
Oh~
I'm dignified, someone would dare to tell Lao Tzu this silly word? ? Xiao Ga Yazi, you are afraid that you don’t know how to write dead words!
”okay!”
So the mountain master knelt down neatly.
”Well, it's so lively.”
At this moment, a Sikong came in and saw the bucket in Lin Chou's hand.
”I'm really too witty, this young man counts, there must be my plot today.”
”Come on, boy, let me have something delicious in Kangkang...”
”Wait, what is this special thing...”
”I'll leave if I have anything else...”
”Don't move!” Huang Dashan snapped out and restrained Sagong, and sat down beside Wu Ke. ”If you don't try Master Lin's new dishes today, don't even want to leave!”
Sikong: ⊙▃⊙
Sikong was a little confused,