The colorful misty balls of light linger in the void, flying and colliding, splashing out the light of stars.

After the starlight exploded, it rotated and attracted each other, collided again, and merged quickly.

This process is like a chemical reaction, and it is like the birth of the planet when the universe was born.

The light balls finally condensed together and gathered into pieces, the surface was bubbled, the foam shattered, and the furrowed material merged into it again.

Xu Zhifeng talked to himself.

"Five grams of purple grass roots, ten grams of Morindaema Tiantian, eight grams of five flavors of Poria cocos, twelve grams of Eucommia ulmoides, and half a gram of iron snake tooth powder."

This dosage of medicine can just make ten grams of finished products, worth one million.

Although the other medicines are not cheap, their value is negligible compared to the core material iron snake tooth powder.

Including the value of iron snake tooth powder, the total cost of material is more than 250,000 points, and the finished product has nearly four times the value added.

This value-added ratio seems exaggerated, but it would be reasonable to consider the difficulty of refining and the labor fee charged by professional Xuanshi who can refine potions.

But Xu Zhifeng didn't spend a penny, he produced and sold it himself.

"Three minutes of fire, the external flame temperature is 733 degrees Celsius."

A ball of flame emerged from the void, floating around, swaying and floating next to the light ball.

"The external flame heats up for thirty-nine minutes and seventeen seconds."

The flames moved slowly, and the bright flames gradually approached the light ball.

After being heated, the bubbles on the surface of the light ball are agitated more frequently, like boiling water.

"The speed of the crucible is 1,300 revolutions per second."

The ball of light in the flames swayed violently.

But no drop of water was thrown away, and the entire light mass seemed to be blocked by a transparent barrier.

After a long time, the ball of light suspended in the air stopped changing and turned into a round painted black liquid.

"The synthesis is successful. Well, the perfection is 99.99%. Before becoming a Xuanshi, I had some self-protection ability."

"Start the delivery! Let's go!"

A bright hole gradually emerged just below the painted black droplets.

The droplets were sucked in with a whoosh.

The empty hole quickly closed and closed.

"Oh, I'm so poor. Today's ten grams of delivery quota has been used up again. It's been half a year. Come on, my brother! Grow up quickly!"

"It's so lonely to work hard alone."

...

The afterglow of the sunset shines all over the ground.

The breeze came gently, and the endless green grass strips filled the fields with grass waves, just like the sea.

This is the eighth planting area of ​​Wenxing Town, where Xu Zhifeng’s responsible field is located.

The plain is divided into countless regular square grids.

The square field is full of a grass family called Xuanling Grass.

It cannot be eaten and has no value in processing into a product.

But people just have to plant it.

Xuanling grass occupies 90% of the cultivated land.

Planting grass is the innate mission of 90% of people in the world.

Growers care for Xuanling Grass like their own children.

Field No. 078132 is Xu Zhifeng’s responsibility field.

His field is different from others.

His Xuanling Grass is about 1.5 meters tall, but the highest among others is not more than 1 meter.

On both sides of the road, there are rough branches and leaves of 1.5 meters on the left, and on the right are fine linen rods less than one meter, which are clearly distinguished and different from heaven.

Is he more diligent than others?

no.

At this time, he was lying in the rocking chair on the terrace next to his own field of responsibility for taking a nap.

Crunch...crunch...

The rocking chair has a stable rhythm and balanced force.

A metal stick is attached to the rocking chair.

The other end of the metal stick is buckled on a machine.

The mechanical pulls the pillars to make circular movements, causing the metal stick to go back and forth, causing the rocking chair to shake gently.

Strictly speaking, this thing is not considered mechanical.

This is a personal robot toy that looks tattered.

The right arm is broken and there is nowhere to be found.

The left arm is intact, holding a round shield facing forward.

Such a tragic situation does not diminish the majesty of its prototype.

It leaned forward slightly, stepped forward with its left foot and right foot, facing the front, as if facing the enemy.

Unfortunately, its rotating shield was used as a rocking chair machine, which ruined its momentum.

The young man lying on the rocking chair is Manager Xu.

He blatantly stumbled and touched with style.

He pillowed his hands behind his head, just like a pillow, his left and right feet were crossed and raised high, and placed them on the glass-surfaced iron table.

At this time, his eyes were closed, his lips were slightly opened, and he slept very sweetly.

As the rocking chair swayed, the transparent plastic ball hanging under the keychain on his right waist gently rubbed against the tiger's mouth with his right hand.

Suddenly, a black that was unseen invisible to the naked eye appeared in the center of the plastic ball.

The blackness emerges from the shadows and expands rapidly until it turns into a round droplet.

The black droplets continued to grow larger and finally just filled with plastic balls, reflecting a bubble-like light in the sun.

If he has a system.

There should be a sound at this time.

"Ding, host, your E-level disposable mysterious liquid has arrived, please be careful to check it."

But he didn't, he still slept peacefully.

"Fly! Fly me! Go over there! Ah! Stupid birds!"

Suddenly, a roar and noise sounded outside the terrace railings, breaking the tranquility.

Xu Zhifeng suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously pinched the black ball on his waist.

After a brief period of nervousness, his quick revival mind had already distinguished the master of the voice, let go of his right hand, rolled his eyes.

These two fools.

He thought to himself.

He didn't say anything, and quietly looked at the birds who were soaring into the sky from the grass fields because of being frightened.

It is densely packed, overwhelmingly, thousands.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that there was such a huge flock of birds hidden in this small square field.

A middle-aged man with long sloppy hair and knotted hair was standing by Xu Zhifeng's field, waving his arms wildly, and twisting his body like a seaweed dance.

The middle-aged man tried to lead the group of shocked birds to the field on the right.

Xu Zhifeng was not in a hurry at all, just watched the funny middle-aged performance quietly.

After a moment, the dark clouds made of birds drew a large circle in the air and fell back to Xu Zhifeng's square fields one after another.

But this time they chose another corner away from the middle-aged man.

They jumped happily, stretched out their claws from time to time and gently pulled the soil twice, picked up an egg from the ground, or pecked up a soft white worm, tilted its head and threw it away, then opened the bird's beak to swallow the insect.

Or, they spread their legs slightly, pulled down a piece of sesame-sized white feces next to the thick roots of the grass, and then glanced at the middle-aged man in the distance with golden eyes, as if mocking the stupidity that disturbed their peace.

The eyes of this bird are actually golden, and can even reflect a metallic luster in the afterglow of the sunset.

The middle-aged man finally stopped dancing dejectedly and looked back at the terrace with a resentful face.

"Xu Zhifeng, you are stealing electricity again. If you believe it or not, I will report you to the management office."

He pointed one hand at the rocking chair that was still shaking himself, and the other hand rubbed his mud-stained palms on his clothes.

Xu Zhifeng shrugged, "Go, I won't stop you."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he looked back at the tall grass behind him.

He was silent.

Xu Zhifeng’s Xuanling Grass is well planted, and he is more than one and a half pieces of the field, and he just uses some electricity. The management office will definitely turn a blind eye.

He didn't expect this sentence to threaten Xu Zhifeng, but he was unwilling to give up.

The middle-aged man sat down on the ground with a depressed butt and looked up at him.

Why is the gap between anyone?
Chapter completed!