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"Are these to mention over there?"

In the pasture on the other side of Il, there is a real European farm pasture in that story. The windmill hut is beside the river, the waterwheel is spinning, and the forage harvested in autumn is turned golden and piled on the carriage.

In the wooden fence with a chronological flavor, the cow looked at the new figure and called curiously, and the sheep squeezed to the fence closest to him.

The girl held only a small amount of pasture in her arms, walking behind, listening to Fang Ran asking herself.

Somewhat blankly looking at him who is not very strong, he easily carried a bundle of grass that was as thick as her on one shoulder, and his left hand was still holding a bucket full of water firmly. nod.

"Ok..."

"Yo Xi, let's go then!"

Fang Ran looked at the stables not far in front. It was the place where he woke up yesterday, slightly tilted his head.

Why did you wake up there?

Forget it, this is not important...

Behind her was a silent girl wearing coarse linen clothes and holding grass in her arms. She decided to break in soon and shouted ‘Oh! Old horse! The landscape meets! Are you ready for dinner! ? ’

If only it could make her laugh...

At the moment, on the other side of the ranch, the rancher and his wife, who are also working with farm tools, looked at the strange young man who suddenly appeared on their ranch with an incredible expression.

Rather than being shocked at why he could easily carry two pasture bales that can only be lifted by a farmer alone, he noticed that the hostess of Fang Ran's clothes pulled her husband's clothes corner in surprise.

"My God, dear, who is that, I have never seen such handsome and decent clothes!?"

And his husband was also at a loss, shook his head, and lowered his voice as if he was afraid that Fang Ran would hear another line hundreds of meters away:

"I don't know. That's the rich gentleman in the nearby town? But why did he get his clothes stained with grass and dirt?"

"we...."

The hostess was a little uneasy and rubbed her rough hand on the linen apron tied around her waist, and asked nervously and tentatively:

"Would you like to say hello."

Her husband also took off his hat, wiped off his sweat and looked at the direction of the stables and whispered:

"He is not like the old gentlemen I have seen in town, but he seems to know that little girl. Let's take a look first and say..."

...

At the beginning of the twentieth century, the world that had just started to develop was still very old.

But it also has advantages. For example, the ancient nature that has not been occupied by modern technology, the village without pollution and smog, in this pasture in Ill,

You can lie on the same horse-drawn carriage pasture as in the fairy tale, sniffing the smell of the sun, looking at the golden wheat fields and country roads where you can't see the edges, and enjoy the refreshing and happy world of this beautiful world.

"It's dinner! It's dinner!"

By the seemingly old log fence, the shirt was pulled up on his arm, and the tall and tall young man was feeding a tuft of lambs that had run over and might have been squeezing wool.

"...Hey! The one over there, don't grab it!"

A total of less than ten sheep were crowded around Fang Ran, waiting to be distributed to his share of pasture.

And the girl standing outside gently put down the small handful of grass in her arms, and still feels a little unbelievable.

She obviously got up very late today and started working after dawn, but now...

Ling looked at the over-completed and tidied pasture over there, as well as the cows, sheep and horses that had been fed, and there was no mess that needed to be cleaned up.

"Ah~Finally...finished!"

Looking at the white shirt sleeves in front of him, the young man who finally fed the sheep and stretched the lazy waist in the warm sun, I just felt incredible.

It only took him over an hour to finish his work for the whole morning. The pasture can be carried in large bundles, and he can also carry a bucket full of water.

Whether it's the disobedient horse, or the cows and sheep who always like to run around, they are honestly eating the pasture in his hands, as if they were being casted by some well-behaved curse...

And from the beginning to the end, I just hugged a small handful of grass ‘little tail’ and followed him behind him. That small handful of grass wasn’t even useful, and the answer was...

"Ling, you look cute when you hold it like this" answer that doesn't understand what the last word means.

Finally, at the moment when I don’t know why some stiff ranchers and couples, they switched to two whole pieces of brown bread.

Lingdu felt that she might have not woken up in her dream.

She looked at Fang Ran, and Fang Ran looked at the extra piece of black bread in her hand and blinked at her with a smile:

"Let's go, we should pick the fruit."

...

...

The Po River Plain in Italy is the largest plain in Southern Europe. Naturally, it is also the most developed agricultural place in this country and this era. It feeds people from the upper strata who don’t know how many.

It is precisely because of this that the nearest town is too far away from the fields. The people who rely on farming to support themselves in this era and settle near the wheat fields will be born. I don’t know how much it looks like Ill, like in a fairy tale. A small village like a stage.

Yier is really a very small village.

Go out from the road on the other side of the village near the golden wheat fields and follow the ruts of the carriage. It will not take long to see a lush forest on the side of the road, rolling hills one after another.

There is no trace of the path in the forest of the empty valley. If you accidentally, you may really not find the way back. The bushes are rustling, and the light and shadow between the leaves of the big trees are bright.

On the soil under the tree, the girl was pulling up the hem of the coarse linen clothes as a basket. The delicate figure was a little hurried and then threw the fruit down from above.

But compared to the colorful falling fruits, Ling just looked at Fang Ran, who had been completely blocked by the shade of the tree, and was amazed how he climbed so high.

"Connect it!"

There was a shout from above, the light golden ponytail shook quickly, and the petite figure looked up at it, looking at the various fruits, saying whether it was slow or fast, just enough to get her. Fell down,

Just looking at the fruits on the clothes that she basically didn't recognize, she thought in a daze.

Are there so many types of fruit in this forest?

However, in fact,

The situation above the shade is...

Lying on a trigeminal tree trunk, the young man yawning and watching the sea of ​​trees basking in the sun is holding a notebook, scratching his head with a pen from time to time and writing on it:

Cherry, grape, strawberry, cantaloupe, cantaloupe, watermelon...

[Floating cards] circling around him, there appears one to throw one, which is different from the type of secret vault key specific to the certain consortium. For things that have no effect on the world except eating, [create cards] have energy Value settings have always been quite cheap, and these are only 1% packed in a row.

After all, things like magic energy can be used to call the wind and rain. Compared with the branches of alchemy and material generation, it is simply normal.

Now that the magic energy is recovering faster and faster, and it takes less than three minutes to recover 1%, Fang Ran feels that he can build a car after this continues...

Hey... Did I find another way to make a fortune?

These unreliable thoughts wandered in my mind, and I clearly planned to write something about the size of those tree fruits, but found that I didn't know why the writing became bigger and bigger. Looking at the watermelon in my hand, I sweated and reacted.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, by the way, watermelon does not seem to grow on the tree...

He stared at the watermelon silently for two seconds,

Then he clapped his hands and threw it down, muttering in his mouth:

"Forget it, it shouldn't matter, Ling at this age looks very cheating."

...

Finally, the girl carried a whole handful of brightly colored fruits, thinking why she had never seen so many kinds of fruits, followed by the young man holding a watermelon in one hand and a cantaloupe in the other, and returned to where they had breakfast.

Carefully picked up a purple fruit and put it into her mouth. It was not sour or astringent. What came from her mouth was the soft and thin peel, the juice and sweetness of the soft flesh that could not be imagined, making Ling even stunned.

So there is such a sweet fruit...

Some anticipating and a little eager, she picked up another red and lovely little fruit.

Sweet!

Is this sweet too?

Near noon, it was the first time that the light golden pupils of a girl who had eaten so many delicious fruits kept shining brightly, until after trying cherries, strawberries, and grapes,

Only when Ling realized that she was patronizing and eating, she looked up at Fang Ran a little embarrassedly.

It turned out that the young man ~www.NovelMTL.com~, holding a particularly large green fruit in his arms, was searching around with some entanglement.

Biting her lip, she finally had the courage to ask what she had wanted to ask since the morning. She scratched her rough clothes with her hand, and said like a kitten:

"you...."

Then he said a word and was interrupted by Fang Ran's first opening. He put the watermelon and the cantaloupe on the stump beside him, and said seriously:

"Can you close your eyes first?"

The expression on his face was dumbfounded, and a panic flashed in his eyes when he heard this.

Sitting in front of Fang Ran, Ling lowered her head, still listening to what he said, the eyelashes of her big eyes trembled slightly, and she closed her eyes slowly and honestly.

Then it was confirmed that Ling had closed her eyes...

Fang Ran picked up the Silver Broken Dragon Tooth and slapped the watermelon!

It is almost a flash of silver light, which can easily smash the light wheel barrier and the silver dragon spine sword blade can cut iron like mud...

Cut the watermelon neatly into several pieces.

Then Fang Ran quickly collected it, looked at his neat knife work, and sighed with emotion on his wand pretending that nothing happened.

It's really **** good...

"OK OK."

The moment Ling opened her eyes when she heard the sound, what Ling saw was a cut piece handed in front of her. The green peel was red with white sand.

Pursing her thin white lips, Ling reached out and took it, taking a bite like a chick.

In fact, she was already full for a long time, and she had never eaten so many delicious things all-time.

Feeling the sweetness that people can't help but bite down, under the old gray clothes of linen coarse cloth, the girl's legs wrapped around the cloth are tightly joined together, she pursed her lips and was silent for a while, she still quietly used jerky Chinese speaking:

"You... why... treat me so well...?"