Octopus Online Feeding Guide

After resting for two days, Adrian was willing to let people get out of bed and walk around.

Immediately after the lifting of the ban, Richel made several large pots of steamed stuffed buns with shrimp meat, and delivered a copy from door to door.

When he arrived at the gardener's house, Richel's legs were directly rooted there.

Chelsea was spreading quilts to dry by the window, and Lesney was helping her tidy up the room.

She was going to help, but one morning, the skeleton almost broke down and twisted his head off on the spot, so Chelsea had to do the easiest job, drying the quilt and drying herself by the way.

Then, she saw Richer having a good time talking with people in front of the courtyard not far from the diagonally opposite side, and the cheerful laughter spread to their side. There are piles of unknown green plants.

"What is Richer doing?" Chelsea asked.

Lesney also leaned over and shook his head.

"When did he get so familiar with the man who grows flowers?"

"Fortunately, he doesn't look very good." A string of ashes emerged from the top of the skull.

Chelsea smiled, "You're ugly, save your life."

She patted the quilt to stir up a thin layer of cashmere fluff, and when she took the pillow and pressed it on top of the quilt, Richel had already returned to the yard.

"Lesney." He saw the man's head emerging, and beckoned him down.

The skeleton hesitated, but still jumped out of the window.

"Help me cut this crop of vegetables." Richel assigned Adrian and himself a hoe, and the three of them started working. They harvested all the crops in the yard and put them aside to dry, so that Adrian could replant them. Bring those spices.

After cutting the vegetables, Lesney held the sickle and wiped it carefully. There was a call from outside the kitchen. He hurriedly hooked the sickle and jumped to Chelsea's room on the second floor.

Bernard's fat body came in from outside the house, and Grice got up with him.

"Why did you come together?" Richel said out of breath.

"I met this lady at the door." Mrs. Bernard smiled kindly.

"I have business with you." Grice said casually. He was surprised to see them plowing. He sat on a chair by the door and grabbed a handful of pumpkin seeds.

"Do you think this is your own home? It's too casual." Hayer, who was eating melon seeds, shouted dissatisfiedly, and swept all the melon seeds in front of him.

"This is your home?" Grice stared at him unceremoniously, and started to grab the melon seeds.

Two people come and go, no one will let the other, and finally decide to share one by one.

Hastings sat on the table next to him and scribbled, basking in the sun while patting his forehead with a quill pen, distracted by the counting sounds.

The dragon egg is more lively than before. I don't know if it's the effect of Chelsea's previous words. Today, it took the initiative to roll into the yard to bask in the sun.

Hastings saw it, moved him over, and painted on it with a charcoal pencil. When the whole egg was covered with black charcoal powder, he copied useful ideas on paper, pointed to the pool and said: " Go wash yourself."

The dragon egg is crooked, throwing away my body after using it?

Hastings lowered his head and sorted out the materials on the table, "Wash it white, I will write later."

The dragon egg was even more sad, and tilted to the ground. Before rolling out far, it was stopped by a foot, and its body flew into the air, and was directly hugged by Hastings.

The dragon egg moved, wanting to build such a nest for himself.

Just as he had such an idea, he fell directly into the pool with a "plop".

When he comes out of the shell, he must use the soles of his feet to press this person into the icy water, it's so cold...

"Is the dragon cub coming out?" Hastings patted the eggshell suspiciously.

"Aren't you shivering from the cold?" Grice took a moment to glance at him, and immediately slapped the table, "Bastard, hand over the melon seeds in your pocket!"

Hastings observed it carefully with probing eyes, and felt that it was still so big because of the imminent birth reaction.

Absolutely none of his business.

Over there, Mrs. Bernard asked Neil to come over with a bundle of green grass. "The weather is getting warmer. When digging the ground, I dug up a lot of wild vegetables. I can't finish them by myself. It's a pity to lose them. Why don't I give some of them to you."

"Thank you very much." Richel took the vegetable and looked at the leaves before realizing that it was shepherd's purse.

"Spring is coming, and this year we plan to expand the scale. So come and ask you old customers, what special needs do you have for the new year, and we will make more varieties."

Speaking of this, Richel put down his hoe, pulled him into the house and sat down, and said, "I have some seeds from another continent here, what do you think of the two of us collaborating?"

"Seeds from another continent? Really?" Mrs. Bernard adjusted her sitting posture with a curious expression on her face, "How to cooperate?"

"To put it bluntly, I have seeds, and I also have methods for planting and cultivating them; and you have people, land, and time and energy to manage them. Both sides will produce what they have. Taking advantage of the fact that things in the foreign continent are so expensive now, you will definitely be able to make a lot of money. a sum."

Don't look at him saying these words so confidently at this moment, in fact, the land he hoeed in the past 30 years in his previous life was not as much as in this backyard in the past year, not to mention that the soil and climate here are much different from those in his previous life.

If he wants to successfully plant crops such as sweet potatoes, pumpkins, yams, peppers, and red beans at one time, he can only give a general direction, and he has to rely on experienced planters like them to practice.

Bernard exclaimed: "What a great idea! There are more and more ships going to foreign continents, but they also need time to plant and cross the sea. The ones from our homeland will definitely occupy the market faster."

Richel also told her her worries, "But Gambis is hotter than ours, so I don't know if those plants can adapt to the environment here."

After surviving, they still face the problem of whether they can be mass-produced.

"I've thought of all of these." Mrs. Bernard said with a smile. How can a businessman not pay attention to things that can generate profits, "Even if our crop is just an experiment, if other farms want to introduce crops from other continents in the future, we He has accumulated more experience than them, so he must be one step ahead of them.”

"That's what I thought of." Richel handed her the kraft paper contract that he had prepared a long time ago, "My plan is that all the crops you grow will be sold to me at cost price within the next two years."

"This..." Mrs. Bernard looked at the content of the contract with hesitation.

At cost price?Isn't that equivalent to working for Richel for the past two years, not to mention not earning an extra penny, but also trying to study how to achieve mass production.

"Two years from now, believe me, no matter how weird they think these crops are, they're going to be crazy about it, and restaurants all over the city are clamoring to buy these ingredients."

"If it's now, think about it, even if you grow those crops, you still can't sell them. Apart from hotels and restaurants, you can ask, which other restaurants are willing to accept them?"

Mrs. Bernard put down the paper, "In this way, I don't need to waste my energy and money." If Richer doesn't accept the unsold items, they will rot in the ground.

"What about in two years?" Richel explained, revealing his plan to her, "At least two years later, when I open the markets in Liberty City and even Reston, the corn and tomatoes from the other continent will be very popular." , causing other farmers to scramble to plant, and at that time—as you imagined at the beginning—they can occupy the market first.”

And what about Richel himself?He can use the gimmick of crops from other continents and unique ingredients to set up a distinctive sign on the continent.

This is a win-win situation.

"Let me think about it for a few days." Mrs. Bernard thought, and read the contract carefully again, with a serious expression on her face.

"It's best to give me an answer before mid-January, so that I can give an accurate answer to other farmers."

Mrs. Bernard's heart arose again, knowing that it was a lie to her, but she had to think carefully.

After sending her and Neil away, Richel returned to the yard and saw that Adrian and Jacob had planted the spices and were watering them.

He spread the straw on the soil between the plants, and planted thick vines on top of the plants that were not too cold-resistant. They were exposed to sunlight during the day and covered with a layer of densely woven cloth at night, worrying that they would not be warm enough. , and found a pile of unwanted waste felt to cover it.

"So that's the real reason why you gave me those buns." A young man's head protruded from the top of the rocky wall, "I just said, why are you interested in how I grow those flowers and plants? This bribe But a little bit."

"Don't talk nonsense, I gave gifts to the neighbors on the two streets before and after." Richel smiled, and opened the gate to welcome the young gardener. "It's a gift from a neighbor, not a bribe."

"If you give me all the buns from the two streets, I will definitely give you a few big rattan flower pots, move them out to bask in the sun during the day, and move them back into the house at night, so that you can survive this early spring."

Richel drooped the corners of his mouth, but there was a smile in his eyes, "What should I do, I've already regretted it."

"For the sake of how delicious your buns are, I'll give you one." The two children outside the door had already moved the flowerpot in.

"It really solved my troubles." Richel said, "Let's stay and have lunch together."

"Then I want to see sincerity."

Richel was about to speak, when his waist tightened, Adrian had already hooked him to his side, Octopus smiled coldly, and said: "It's good to have buns to eat, don't push yourself."

"Dumplings for lunch, do you know how to make them?" Richel asked.

Adrian silently retracted his arms and legs.

"Stay here, it's fun to eat with many people." Richel had already heard the shouts from outside, and the others began to perform their duties.

The gardener helped Lichel tidy up the vegetable garden, and felt a shadow following him behind him. Turning his head, he saw a skeleton in a black cloak standing in the corner, looking at him without blinking.

What a good store, why put such infiltrating things.The gardener approached, turning his head sideways so that the empty sockets of his eyes looked away.

With just one move, his hand successfully turned his head off.

The gardener looked around guiltily, carefully placed the skull on his neck, and rolled it to the ground.

"It's a little troublesome." He patted the dust, but he didn't expect that the more he wiped it, the dirtier it became.

When Richer finished the bustling with the most people at noon and went to the yard with shepherd's purse to choose vegetables, he was so scared that he took two steps back.

In the yard, the young gardener was rolling up his sleeves and sitting by the fish pond, brushing a skeleton shelf. Lesney didn’t dare to struggle too hard, so he finally stretched out his hand to ask him for help like a conditioned reflex, but was torn down and thrown into the Rub in the pool.

The skull's eyes were empty and black, but Richel could feel his despair.

Lesni silently curled up on the skeleton shelf in the pool.

It has been touched by people from the inside out.