Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 6 The Magic Liquid

It can't be blamed on Fan Denglong's timidity. It may be the first time he has encountered such a bizarre thing since he was a child.

The snake's body was still there, Fan Denglong kicked it to make sure he was dead, and then ran down the mountain with the snake.

The mountain is not safe, so try not to come up when you have nothing to do in the future.

This is what Fan Denglong summed up based on what he saw and heard in the past two days. When he returned home with the snake, he was still in shock.

"Good guy, this snake gallbladder is a great tonic. I'll make snake soup tonight, so we two can have a good drink."

Fan Qinghe was obviously taken aback when he saw the poisonous snake in Fan Denglong's hand.

"It's lucky, I beat him to death with a stick." Fan Denglong explained.

My mother was shocked when she saw this thing, and she didn't dare to look at it at all.

Fan Qinghe peeled the snake's skin by hand, took out the liner and ran into the kitchen to get busy. Fan Denglong returned to his room and took the porcelain vase and hatchet in his hands, only then did he feel a sense of security in his heart.

Not long after, my mother came in and asked him to eat, and found that his complexion was not very good, and asked with some concern: "Denglong, did you suffer from heat stroke?"

"No, I remembered some bad things." Fan Denglong didn't tell his parents that there might be a few goblins on the back mountain, but just made up a random excuse.

But Wang Guizhen wanted to cross, thinking that her son hadn't come out of the shadow of broken love, she sighed, and didn't say much, but when she left the room, she thought it was necessary to find her third aunt.

If Fan Denglong knew what his mother was thinking, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

After hastily eating dinner, Fan Denglong went back to his room, thinking about the things on the mountain all the time, couldn't sleep at all, and was very worried that the grape spirits would kill the village.

Thinking of the back, he simply sat shirtless in the yard with a porcelain vase and a hatchet.

The night in the countryside is very quiet, the moonlight shines on the ground, occasionally there will be one or two dogs barking, and there are frogs barking in the fields.

Fandron looked at the sky with his head, carefully recalling what happened in the past two days, feeling as if he was dreaming.

"Porcelain vase, porcelain vase, where did you say you came from?" Touching the porcelain vase in his hand, it seemed to have a magical power that could make him calm down.

Both the porcelain vase and those seeds came from the same place, those seeds are so miraculous, this porcelain vase should not be an ordinary thing, right?
Fan Denglong put the porcelain bottle in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, but he couldn't find anything special at all.

Shake it vigorously, but it sounds like there is water in it.

Fan Denglong was very curious about this discovery, so he simply turned the porcelain bottle upside down.

A drop of crystal clear liquid slipped from the porcelain bottle. Fan Denglong stretched out his hand to hold it, and moved his eyes to the mouth of the bottle. Apart from some water, there seemed to be many granular things in it.

"Such a good bottle only contains some liquid? Impossible." Fan Denglong held the drop of liquid in his hand, and a cool feeling came from the palm of his hand.Although the summer night is very quiet, it is also accompanied by heat. When Fan Denglong found a coolness coming from the palm of his hand, he immediately felt that the previous heat was gone, and he was very energetic.

"Wow, so amazing?"

With a sigh, a possibility came to mind in a blink of an eye. "Those grape seeds are not actually goblins, but a mutation produced because they were irrigated by this liquid?"

It is not impossible to think so, because he clearly remembered that when he was picking up the ring that day, he threw the porcelain bottle on the ground, and it is not impossible that a few drops of this liquid spilled out.

Thinking of this, Fan Denglong became excited. He immediately ran home and took out a sapling bought from the town, and ran up the back mountain like the wind.

He used a hatchet to dig out a big hole randomly, and then put the sapling that couldn't tell what kind it was, and then filled it with soil.Then the porcelain bottle was turned upside down, and another drop of crystal clear liquid fell from it.

Soon, something happened that made Van Den Loon subvert the three views.

I saw that drop of liquid fell on the sapling. The leaves were already curled up. Suddenly, it seemed to be rejuvenated. The leaves stretched out, and the sapling began to grow up.The sapling that originally only reached Fan Denglong's calf reached his thigh in the blink of an eye.

Fan Denglong had seen this kind of scene once before. He let out a long cry, and the joy in his heart could not be expressed in words.

It turned out that those grapes, watermelons and peaches grew so fast and so well not because some monsters became spirits, but because of the nourishment of this liquid.

So, can I pick these fruits without any scruples and sell them for money?
Also, one drop of the liquid in the porcelain bottle can make a sapling grow and bear fruit. With this thing, wouldn't I be able to have a bumper harvest right away?
As soon as he thought that he would be able to live a life of counting money and getting hand cramps in the future, Fan Denglong felt as if he had eaten a century-old ginseng, and his whole body felt innumerably comfortable.

"Okay, come pick watermelons tomorrow and sell them for money."

After the crux of the matter was clarified, Fan Denglong relaxed a lot, and he was still whistling when he went down the mountain.

When I got home, I found that the light was on, and my father stood there smoking a cigarette, with a trace of fatigue in his eyes.

"Dad, why are you up?"

"It's not you, a bastard, who ran to the mountains in the middle of the night crying and howling. Your mother was worried that you had something to do, so she asked me to get up and have a look."

Seeing his son returning happily, Fan Qinghe yawned again, then went back to the house to sleep.

When he walked to the door, he said again: "Isn't it just a broken love? What a big deal, you manage the orchard well, and when the time comes, won't the beautiful girls from all over the world rush to your door?"

Fan Denglong didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the time, but he didn't have much to say, so he could only continue: "Dad, don't worry, I will work hard, and this situation will not happen again in the future."

Tonight, our Brother Deng Long finally had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, as soon as the rooster crowed, he immediately got up from the bed and ran to the back of the mountain with the basket on his back.

First, I went to the place where I picked the fruit seedlings and took a look. Yellow and orange oranges were hanging all over the branches. Fan Denglong picked one and peeled it off. He put a petal in his mouth, and his mouth was full of sweetness.

"Well, although the taste is not as good as those grapes, it is several times better than those oranges sold in the market. It is not a problem to sell them for ten yuan a catty."

This is probably a matter of variety. After all, those grapes all fell from the sky, and these oranges are just grown from the most common saplings.

At this time, Brother Deng Long's eyes are full of old people's heads flying. Planting fruit trees is indeed the way to get rich.

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