Chapter: 95

Seeing this, Mengmeng giggled.

Zhang Han carried Mengmeng to the foot of the Leiyang tree, put all the farm tools together, and turned his head to look around.

The rice planted in the morning has now nearly doubled in height, and the wheat planted earlier has also leaked green shoots, and the growth efficiency is ridiculously fast.

Of course, if you think about it, you will be relieved. What they absorb are the nutrients of spiritual soil and spiritual water. It would be strange if they grow slowly.

"It looks like it will mature in four or five days."

Zhang Han pondered for a while. In other places in Xiangjiang, three crops can be harvested a year, but in Xinyue Mountain, it can be described as "weekly crops", and there is spiritual soil, even if the crops are not harvested when they are ripe, they will still keep In the most perfect state.

"Cows, poultry, vegetables, fruit...."

Zhang Han was thinking about what is still missing here, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind:

"By the way, goat's milk is also fine. It is said that goat's milk is also highly nutritious, and drinking it with cow's milk can fully supplement nutrition."

Zhang Han remembered drinking goat's milk a few times since he was a child. The taste of goat's milk is a bit like that of mutton, but it doesn't have a special taste when he drinks it.

However, Zhang Han doesn't understand this goat milk, and he doesn't need to rush to get it, so he plans to discuss it in the long run.

Holding Mengmeng down the mountain, Xiao Hei stood on the edge of the jungle with a slightly lonely expression, because the big master and the little master left, and it was going to be alone on this mountain again.

After Zhang Han saw this, his expression paused, and he thought of a sentence inexplicably in his heart:

If you don't love, please don't hurt. There are many important people in a person's life, but there is only the owner when a dog cries.

Dogs are loyal ministers, even in the world of cultivating immortals.

Just like adult Xueyou dogs, three-headed dogs, Lieyang dogs, etc. with golden core stages, once they have their own recognized master, they will follow them all their lives. In the world of cultivating immortals, there are also many war dogs who guard their masters to death touching stories.

So Zhang Han still prefers dogs. Seeing Xiao Hei's appearance, he pondered for a while, smiled and waved:

"Xiao Hei, I'll bring you back some little guys to accompany you tomorrow, go up."

"Go up, go up." Mengmeng imitated Papa's tone in a dignified manner, and said: "Go back to the nest, sleep, I will come tomorrow."

"Aww, aww..."

Xiao Hei stood up, shook his head at Zhang Han and Mengmeng twice, backed away, walked into the jungle, it still turned around, looked at the leaving car with its own eyes, and turned back until it was out of sight. up the hill.

Driving back to Yunyin Garden, I happened to meet Zi Yan's car at the gate.

Zi Yan's car was parked in the underground garage, while Zhang Han's jeep was only parked downstairs.

"Why are you in such a mess?"

In front of the elevator on the first floor, Zi Yan looked Zhang Han up and down, and asked a little strangely.

"Papa has been working. He has planted a lot of things in one day." Mengmeng replied with her arms stretched out.

"Oh, hello! Oh my god? How can a down-and-out young man still work? Isn't it always the time to open your mouth for clothes and food?" Zhou Fei couldn't help but sneer.

"Bad Aunt Feifei! Don't call me papa!" Mengmeng stared with big eyes and looked serious.

"Cut, you little heartless." Zhou Fei curled her lips and stopped talking, feeling really helpless for this little girl who protected her father.

Only then did Zhang Han answer: "I planted some rice and wheat."