The Magician of Clow

Chapter 641 [-]th Century, Pasture Forest

"Are these meant to be mentioned over there?"

In the pasture on the other side of Il, it is really the European farm and pasture in the story. The windmill hut is next to the river, the waterwheel is turning the water, and the pasture harvested in autumn is golden and piled on the carriage.
In the old-fashioned wooden fence, the cows looked at the new figure and screamed curiously, and the sheep also squeezed to the nearest fence.

The girl only held a little pasture in her arms, walking behind and listening to Fangran asking herself,

He looked blankly at him, who was not very strong, easily carrying a bundle of grass as thick as hers on one shoulder, and holding a bucket full of water steadily in his left hand. nod.

"Um"

"Yosie, let's go!"

Fangran looked at the stable not far ahead, it was the place where he woke up yesterday, he tilted his head a little strangely,
By the way, why did I wake up there?
Forget it, it's not important
Behind him was a silent girl who was wearing coarse linen clothes and holding grass in her arms. Fangran decided to break into the door and shouted, 'Yo!Old horse!Mountains and rivers meet again!Are you ready for dinner? ? '

If only I could make her laugh
At this moment, on the other side of the ranch, the ranch owner and his wife, who were also working with farm tools, looked at the strange young man who suddenly appeared in their ranch with disbelief.
Rather than being shocked at why he could easily lift the hay bales that only two farmers could lift by himself, the hostess who noticed Fangran's clothes tugged at the hem of her husband's clothes in surprise.

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

And his husband also looked blank, shook his head and lowered his voice as if he was afraid of being heard by Fangran on the other side hundreds of meters away:
"I don't know either. That's a rich gentleman from a nearby town? But why does he let his clothes get grass and dirt?"

"us."

The hostess rubbed her rough hands on the linen apron tied around her waist with some anxiety, and asked nervously and tentatively:
"Would you like to say hello?"

Her husband also took off his hat in a loud voice, wiped off his sweat, looked in the direction of the stables and whispered:
"He's not like the gentlemen I've seen in the town, but he seems to know that little girl, let's take a look and talk first"

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

No computer, no mobile phone, no game, no Internet. Without all the conveniences brought to you by modern technology,
Suddenly in this era, you may be extremely uncomfortable,

Traveling through time, it seems to be back in old photos
But it also has advantages, such as the ancient nature that has not been occupied by modern technology, the village without pollution and smog, in this ranch in Il,

You can lie on the grass in the carriage as in the fairy tale, smell the smell of the sun, look at the golden wheat fields and country roads that can't see the edge, and enjoy the relaxation and joy of this beautiful world.

"Dinner is ready! Dinner is ready!"

It looks like a very old log fence, with shirts rolled up on his arms, and a tall and straight young man is feeding a bunch of pastures in one hand to the little lambs that are running over, and it may be time to pluck their wool.

"Hey! That one over there, don't snatch it!"

A total of less than ten sheep crowded around Fangran, waiting one by one for their share of pasture.

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

She woke up very late today, and started working after it was completely dawn, but now
Ling looked at the pastures that had been overfulfilled and piled up, as well as the cattle, sheep and horses that had been fed, and there were not even clutter that needed to be cleaned up.

"Ah~ It's finally done!"

Looking at the young man with the sleeves of his white shirt in front of him, who had finally fed the sheep and was stretching his waist in the warm and sunny sun, he felt incredible.

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

Whether it is the disobedient horse, or the cows and sheep that always like to run around, they all eat the pasture in his hand obediently, as if they have been cast by some kind of cute spell.
And from the beginning to the end, I just followed him like a "little tail" holding a small handful of pasture. The small handful of pasture was not even used, and the answer I got was
"Ling, you look so cute when you hold her like this" is an answer that I can't understand what the last word means.

Finally, in the hands of some cautious rancher couples for some reason, the moment they got two whole pieces of black bread,
Ling felt that she might be in a dream and hadn't woken up yet.

She looked at Fangran, and Fangran looked at the extra piece of black bread in her hand, winked at her and said with a smile:
"Let's go, it's time for us to pick the fruit."

The Po River Plain in Italy is the largest plain in southern Europe. Naturally, it is also the place where agriculture is most developed in this country and this era, and it supports many upper-class people.

It is precisely because of this that the nearest town is too far away from the fields, and people who rely on farming to support themselves in this era settle near the wheat fields,
I don't know how many small villages like Il, like the stage in a fairy tale, were born.

Ill is really a very small village.

Go out from the road on the other side of the village close to the golden wheat field, and follow the rut of the carriage. It will not take long before you can see a lush forest on the side of the road, followed by rolling hills.
There is no trace of any road in the forest where the sound is heard in the empty valley. If you are not careful, you may not be able to find the way back. The bushes are rustling, and the light and shadow between the leaves of the big trees are bright and bright.
On the soil under the tree, the girl was stretching the hem of the coarse linen clothes like a basket, and the slender figure was in a hurry to pick up the fruits thrown from above,
It's just that compared to the colorful and falling fruits, Ling just looked at Fangran who was completely hidden by the shade of the trees, and wondered how he climbed so high.

"Accept it!"

When the shout came from above, the light golden ponytail shook quickly, and the petite figure looked up at the top, looking at the various fruits and said whether it was slow, whether it was fast or not, just enough for her to receive it. fell down,

But looking at the fruit on the clothes that she hardly knew, 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 trident tree trunk, looking at the sea of ​​trees and yawning in the sun, the young man was holding a notebook, scratching his head with a pen from time to time and writing on it:

Cherries, grapes, strawberries, cantaloupe, cantaloupe, watermelon.
【Floating cards】Swirling around him, throwing one at a time is different from the type of secret vault key specific to a certain consortium.
For things that have no impact on the world other than eating, [Create Cards] has always been quite cheap in setting its energy value, and these are only 1% if they are packed in a row.

After all, something like mana can be used to call wind and rain. Compared with those branches of alchemy and material generation, it is nothing more than normal.

Now the recovery of mana is getting faster and faster, and Fangran, who can recover 1% in less than 3 minutes, feels that he can build a whole car if he continues like this.
Hey. Did I discover another way to get rich?

These unreliable thoughts swirled in his mind, and he clearly planned to write something about the size of those berries, but for some reason, Fangran, who was writing bigger and bigger, looked at the watermelon in his hand, sweating and reacting.

Uh. By the way, watermelons don’t seem to grow on trees.
He silently stared at the watermelon for two seconds,

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

"Forget it, it shouldn't matter, Ling at this age looks easy to deceive."

In the end, the girl was carrying a whole handful of brightly colored fruits, thinking why she had never seen such a variety of fruits, followed the young man with watermelon in one hand and cantaloupe in the other, and returned to the place where they had breakfast.

Carefully picked up a purple fruit and put it into his mouth, neither sour nor astringent, what came from his mouth was the unimaginable juice and sweetness of the soft flesh under the soft and light skin, which even made Ling stunned.

Is there such a sweet fruit?
With some anticipation and some haste, she picked up another kind of red and cute little fruit.

Sweet!

Is this also sweet?

Near noon, it was the first time for the girl who ate so many delicious fruits. The light golden pupils kept shining until after trying cherries, strawberries, and grapes,
Lingcai suddenly realized that she was the only one patronizing to eat, she looked up at Fangran a little embarrassedly,
It turned out that the young man holding a particularly large green fruit in his arms was searching around with some confusion.

Biting her lips, she finally mustered up the courage to ask what she had been wanting to ask since the morning. She scratched her ragged clothes with her hands, and spoke like a kitten:
"you"

Then he said a word, and was interrupted by Fangran who spoke first. He put the watermelon and cantaloupe on the tree stump aside, and said seriously:

"Can you close your eyes first?"

The expression on his face froze for a moment, panic and surprise flashed in his eyes upon hearing this,
Sitting in front of Fangran, Ling lowered her head, still listening to him, the eyelashes of her big eyes trembled slightly, and she obediently closed her eyes slowly.

Then it was confirmed that Ling had closed her eyes.
Fangran picked up Yinduanlongya and stabbed at that watermelon!

It is almost like a flash of silver light, which can easily shatter the barrier of the light wheel, and the silver dragon spine blade cuts iron like mud.
Cut the watermelon neatly into several pieces.

Then Fangran quickly put it away, looked at his neat knife work, pretended nothing happened, and sighed with his wand,

It's really fucking useful.
"OK OK."

The moment Ling opened her eyes when she heard the voice, what Ling saw was a cut piece that was handed to her in front of her.
Pursing her thin, white lips, Ling stretched out her hand to take it, and took a small bite like a chick.
In fact, she was already full, and she had never eaten so many delicious things until she was full.

Feeling the sweetness that people can't help biting down, under the gray old clothes of linen and rough cloth, the girl's legs wrapped around the cloth strips were tightly together, she pursed her lips for a while and was silent, she still whispered in a jerky voice. Chinese opening:
"Why are you so nice to me.?"

　[A long-lost question-and-answer theater] "Wu Xin, why are you so salty?" Wish: "Ah (it's a really sharp question), maybe it's mainly because of desire. To be honest, I won the fifth place in the monthly ticket competition last month. It made me feel that sometimes you really need a desire to make yourself motivated to do something, but I. Uh. In fact, I feel that I am very satisfied with the current results. Now I feel that many of you After reading my story, I have a lot of money every month. I can’t spend it all. Most of it is handed over to my family. So compared to updating more and earning more with better efficiency, I I am more inclined to carve my story well. Writing too fast always makes me feel uneasy. I always feel that my writing is not delicate enough and perfect. Instinct, after all, I am an author who writes based on interest (but it is also important to be able to transfer money, which is the basis for ensuring interest). If I have suffered the bitterness of not having money after graduation, then I will definitely explode every day. Monthly monthly effort"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)