Chapter 936

After dinner, he took the deer out of the house and went through a stream on the west side of the small house. There was also a thin tool room, which was a place where he used to store his tools. Although he often came there, there was also a dusty smell when he opened the door. Every time after work, Toril would clean up the farm tools with the stream water, clean and brand-new, but the dust from her body was brought into the workshop again and again, and gradually accumulated.

Toryl changed her outer robe and showed a short suit of clothes and trousers inside. Her strong and beautiful muscles and fur were facing the wind at her waist and arms. She was slightly excited. By the light outside the door, Lu Zongping looked at the light gray projection of her body on the Aries.

"Children, when working, they should change into special clothes, so as to avoid being soiled and difficult to clean." As she said this, toryl put on her rubber sleeve boots. The rustle of her clothes was very clear. Lu Zongping was imagining the scene of work. He lacked a clear understanding of it, which was what he expected.

"The clothes are not ready for you, son. Today you are watching me work. You are too young to do something." Toryl suddenly hesitated. "Child, would you please go out and wait at the door for a while? I need some privacy. "

Lu Zongping sat down outside the door with his back to the tool room and looked at the deep ruins. There is no doubt that there used to be a large settlement here. Now, the artificial hardened ground is mottled by nature, and the walls collapse, exposing the cave wall behind, and even the deeper cave. Not every magic street lamp is intact. Many of them are no longer shining, and toryl is not She has no ability to manage the ruins by herself, and she has no such idea at all. It's just that she can maintain the street lamps in the areas she often passes by.

These rusty lamp posts are not pleasant to see. The shadow under the lamp often covers the fact that the lamp posts are aging.

Toriel opened the door and came out. She had changed into a new uniform, fresh and tidy. With a hoe in his right hand and a dustpan in his left hand, there is a basket in the dustpan with a pair of small scissors at the bottom of the basket.

"This time I'm going to loosen the soil for some sweet potatoes and potato, and pick some mature luffa and beans." Toril is a very planned old farmer.

When Lu Zongping walks barefoot and follows Toril, Baiyang will continue to talk about his experience of crop growth and the practical application of knowledge from books.

There is no soil in the underground world, and there is no accumulation of weathering and soil formation. There are rocks everywhere. Fortunately, magic can make up for these deficiencies. Fossils become mud and change the form of matter. Of course, this is not enough. Soil is not simply loose rock debris. To get the real meaning of soil, we need to create a complete recycling ecosystem, with wind, water, corpses, bacteria, time and energy. It is an integration of energy and material dynamic development. In essence, since the underground world can develop life, what it lacks is energy source. There is no sun, but there is geothermal energy. In the paradise of monsters, they have developed their own production system. Different from the upward exploration of the surface world, Monsters choose to go down.

For toriel, however, the ruins are located in a place that is neither sunny nor close to the geothermal core. But she has another choice, which is also a universal energy source in this world, namely magic and mystery.

Lu Zongping followed Baiyang to a farmland, which is about two mu. The crops are very miscellaneous, and there are about twenty kinds. Magic streetlights stand in the fields, and the light produced by magic provides the energy of photosynthesis for plants.

He sat on the ridge of the field and watched toriel carrying a hoe step by step toward the melon field. Thanks to the complete energy circulation system of the underground world, there is weather here. The accumulated water vapor on the top of the cave often condenses and falls, and it will snow in cold areas. The rain moistens the soil, and the fine-grained soil condenses on the surface, which Toril needs to break to allow air to flow down the loose soil pores underneath to the roots of the crop. And for some corm plants, toriel would cover them with thick soil.

Every farmer has his own understanding of the field. It's impossible to appreciate the subtlety of watching others plough. It's like watching other people painting and singing. There are those silent stories hidden under the calm and strict surface. Lu Zongping was quickly attracted by this kind of purposeful action. He had many puzzles. Toryl was just busy on her own. Her feet are wide, so the ridge is wide.

In addition to sitting still, Lu Zongping had little room to operate. Torriel bent over and waved her hoe, breaking the soft soil with refined farm tools. Craft, agronomy, giving energy and wisdom to nature and time, is like a speculation. Nature is a natural factory. For people who don't understand nature, it is like a black box. Similarly, magic is such a black box.

Torrell will slowly teach Lu Zongping about nature and magic.

In the light of magic street lamp, her wet hair seems to be covered with a thick layer of clear oil. The pungent smell of vegetation and soil scratches the nerve endings of Lu Zongping's nasal mucosa. The outline of white sheep melts in the afterglow, a turbid color. She waves a hoe, gently raises and falls, and the soil rubs gold and iron The sound is refreshing. Her breath spits out two thin white lines. At a certain angle to the light, there is a fresh light white mist flowing on both sides of her nose. Her hands are strong and her arms are strong. The vibration follows the top of the hoe along the pole, and finally expresses in her hair. On the wet hair, tiny drops of water are scattered in the air. Her sense of existence diffuses with the diffusion of water molecules, just like the soil takes odor molecules as the basis of the sense of existence. Water molecules are mixed with odor factors, just like her happiness with the earth .As a dissipative system, there is no essential difference between man and land, the macroscopic visible outline is fuzzy in the microscopic, the surface area of the object will disappear with the enrichment of the details, and the flow of time shows the evolution of particles. As the land digests food and the human body grows plants, the boundary between death and life becomes blurred, and even the boundary between mystery and non mystery is gradually swallowed and digested.

Strong, about the nature of the material crushing, overflowing from the form of the package. Toril continues her work. She's plowing the earth. The earth is plowing her.

Lu Zongping curled up on the side of the road and fell into a slight sleep. He also felt wrapped by the earth, like a quilt. Although he was not sleepy, he might as well make up for it.