American Comics: Gambit Guide Batman

Chapter 2567 Xiaoxiao Down (51)

Schiller managed to buy three large bags of garden soil, a shovel for digging, and some kettles and pipes from the gardening area.

I didn't buy any grass seeds, mainly because the quality of the grass seeds here was not good and did not meet the needs of lawns in wealthy areas. However, the vendor selling grass seeds gave Schiller a phone call. His cousin was doing business in wealthy areas.

, Schiller can request door-to-door delivery.

Schiller did not ask his boss to deliver these garden soil and tools to his door, but just asked his boss to help carry them into the trunk of his car. He planned to use the gray mist to landfill them himself.

After all, there is really no way to fill it in shovel by shovel. On the one hand, the room has just been cleaned, and the dust will be too big. On the other hand, it is too laborious. Apart from burying corpses, Schiller rarely does this.

A physical activity.

Driving back home, I saw an unexpected person, Killer Croc. He drove his original minivan and parked in front of Schiller's house. Zatanna was using magic to move something inside.

Schiller's car stopped behind the truck, and Killer Croc immediately spotted him. Schiller got out of the car, put his hands above his eyes to block the sun, looked at the two of them and said, "Why are you here?"

?What are you moving?”

"Of course it's garden soil." Zatanna also squinted her eyes in the sun. The baseball cap she was wearing could not completely block the fierce sunlight, so she simply took off the hat and wiped the sweat on her forehead.

"Raven called and said that she blew up a big hole in your backyard. After all, we were the ones who brought her here. We can't let you solve it alone."

Schiller looked back at his trunk and said, "You should have sent me a text message earlier. I have already bought it."

"That's just right. The few bags we bought may not be enough. It's better to have more. Anyway, if you want to grow vegetables in the future, you will need soil, so you can always use it."

"I brought some beautiful stones. Don't you want to make a small vegetable garden?" Killer Crocodile said while moving the bag down: "I am good at this job. I can build a vegetable garden for you in the corner of the garden."

Schiller hesitated for a moment and then said: "Then I'll trouble you."

Killer Croc waved his hands and didn't take it seriously, and soon everything Schiller bought and the garden soil they brought were moved to the backyard.

Schiller gestured in the backyard and said: "I plan to make a vegetable garden this big. I will plant it in the open air here and build a small greenhouse here."

"You want to build a greenhouse?!" Zatanna was a little shocked.

"It's just a greenhouse." Schiller said: "It can be set up with bamboo poles and plastic sheets. Its main function is to raise seedlings."

"You can actually grow vegetables?!" Zatanna was even more shocked.

"You don't know how?" Schiller said with a hint of disgust: "Have you never planted it? Not even once?"

"Please, I am a magician, how could I..."

At this time, Killer Crocodile spoke up. He shook his head and said, "No, Professor, the vegetable garden you want to make is far beyond my imagination. If it is so big, our soil will not be enough."

"I just want to fill in the hole. I can put in a vegetable garden later." Schiller said, "The garden over there hasn't been taken care of for a long time. Maybe we can hire a gardener to finish it."

"But the weather is getting cold." Killer Crocodile said: "If you plant it now, you can still have the last harvest before winter comes, but if it is a few days later, it may not be possible."

"You can also grow vegetables?!" Zatanna looked at Killer Croc again in shock.

"Don't be so surprised. People in the East District tend to plant some things. The slums are not strictly controlled. Some bungalows will plant some plants on their roofs and small balconies."

"But there was no sunshine at all before, how did you make a living?" Zatanna was even more confused.

"As long as you raise enough, there will naturally be viable ones. The seeds are not worth much."

Zatanna now knows where those beating plants and those outrageous animals in Gotham come from. They are all the product of the failure of the exhaustive method.

"Do you think we should plant a vegetable garden first?" Schiller said, touching his chin.

He was actually a little moved, because first of all, a big hole in the backyard was a spectacle. There shouldn't be any house in the entire community with such a big hole in the backyard. This could arouse extensive discussion at the housewarming party, and maybe even make some jokes.

Meeting aliens or something like that is a pretty good topic.

Secondly, Schiller really wants to grow vegetables. Season and temperature are not a problem. The key is that Merkel's absence is a great opportunity.

When Merkel comes back after a while, the vegetables will be harvested. If Merkel encounters vegetables that are not yet ripe, then this batch of vegetables may not survive to eat.

Schiller made up his mind, so they shifted their focus from filling pits to creating vegetable gardens.

Vegetables have never been allowed to be grown in villa areas in the United States, but they are not allowed to be planted in the front yard near the road. The lawn needs to be kept clean and beautiful to ensure stable housing prices and achieve community segregation.

But the backyard is careless, whether it is turned into a lawn, a garden, a playground, or even a landscape pavilion, no one cares about it.

Of course, the backyard of Schiller's new house cannot have a garden as big as a manor, but the backyard is not too small and is divided into four areas.

In the middle is the lawn and the big pit, on the left is a somewhat abandoned garden, on the right is the expected vegetable garden, and in front is the porch behind the house, which is larger and wider than the front porch, and can accommodate a dozen people for a dinner party.

Dining table for backyard gatherings.

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When he started to work, Schiller discovered that too much sunlight was not a good thing. Standing under the sun was really very hot. Although the weather was cool, the sunlight was always so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.

Fortunately, Killer Croc is really good at laying bricks, even if what he got was not the ugly red bricks, but pieces of natural thin bricks, most of which were cut gray, brown and dark blue.

There are regular pieces of stone, but he can pile them up one after another very neatly.

The enclosed vegetable garden blends into the blue-gray courtyard wall, which is beautiful and neat. More importantly, it looks very natural and does not look like an artificial artifact. Schiller is quite satisfied.

"This is my unique skill." Killer Crocodile said: "Actually, I'm considering going to do decoration. It's quite profitable and not too tiring. But this is the next goal. I don't have the connections in this area yet. Wait.

I’ll save some money and talk about it later.”

"Perhaps you know that second-hand market in the East End?" Schiller said: "I met a friend there, and people called him Black Martin."

Killer Croc raised his eyebrows and said, "You actually went there, and you also know Martin. This guy is quite famous. He is known as a know-it-all in the market."

"Are his connections useful to you?"

"Of course, it can even be of great use. There are many projects such as house decoration and garden decoration that use second-hand furniture. It is the largest second-hand furniture wholesale market, but most people can't understand the market. If an acquaintance introduces it...

"

"He will come over tonight, but it is not convenient for you to meet at the moment. I will ask him for his contact information, and you can go find him later."

Killer Croc was so happy that he started working faster. Schiller saw his arms flying up and down, and the remaining half of the wall was completed in just a few minutes. He thought, just like the moving market, maybe Gotham

The decoration market is about to experience another bloody storm.

They poured the soil into the vegetable garden that had been built, and Schiller briefly taught Zatanna how to make a ridge. Zatanna vowed to create a vegetable garden in the backyard of the bookstore, but judging from her erratic expression when she just listened to the explanation,

It seems that there is little hope of success.

Logically speaking, people who came to help with work should be treated to a meal, but Schiller didn't have normal ingredients at home, so he had to find a nearby restaurant to order takeout.

This was also his first time ordering takeout. Although he had ordered some takeout in the manor before, it was all done by Merkel.

In this era, you have to call to order takeout. Before calling, you have to use your computer to browse their web page to browse the menu. After filling out the pre-menu, write down the few digits after the web address, and then call them to place the order.

You tell the other person your address and delivery time, and then you order the takeout.

Schiller fiddled with it for a long time before he succeeded. Zatanna was still gloating beside her, "You know some old antiques can't understand computers. You're not still in the paper-based office era, are you?"

Schiller said in his heart that he really couldn't understand the computers of this era because they were so backward. He actually needed to enter code on the web controller to display the numbers of the website. Isn't the technology tree of this universe a bit off?

Already?

He completely forgot that when he bought a computer, he was told that Luther Group's computers were better at home-oriented and smarter, while Wayne Group's computers were more professional and complex, but he still chose Wayne Group.

The computer is purely self-inflicted.

By the time the takeaway arrived and the meal was finished, it was almost evening, and the two of them quickly said goodbye and left.

Schiller was organizing things in the living room when he remembered that the crystal ball he bought was left in the car. He went to the garage to get it, but did not move it. Instead, he placed it on the table on the porch in the backyard.

, planning to wait until Martin comes and ask him what it is.

After working hard all day, Schiller felt a little sleepy and remembered that he had to go to class tomorrow. He went upstairs and lay on the bed to check his mobile phone and email, and replied to the students' questions that were all-encompassing and strange, but they were not very related to psychology.

Soon Schiller fell asleep.

"ah!!!"

Suddenly a scream came from downstairs, and Schiller woke up suddenly. He went to the window and opened the curtains to look down, and found a man lying in front of the backyard porch.

Schiller quickly went downstairs and strode out through the back door. When he got close to the man, he found that he was no longer breathing.

Schiller got closer and saw that the crystal ball he was holding fell on the lawn. It was not broken, but the magical energy in it had disappeared.

Schiller felt something, so he walked over and lifted up the clothes on the man's back.

Sure enough, there was a familiar tattoo on his back, from the Penance Cartel.

jingle!

The doorbell rang, and some familiar voices came from the door.

"Hello, sir, I'm Martin. I'm here to deliver the goods to you. The gifts you ordered have arrived!"

Schiller soon appeared in front of the door and opened it a crack.

When Martin saw Schiller in his pajamas, he smiled apologetically and said, "I didn't know you were resting. Do you want me to send you in?"

"Come in." Schiller took half a step back and made way for him.

The moment Martin walked in the door with the wooden box in his arms, he saw Schiller holding a long kitchen knife in his hand.

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