Apocalyptic Forecast

He was still a mountain ghost anyway, and by the way he worked part-time as an apprentice alchemist, even if he specialized in metallurgy, but he still knows about other common materials.

After discovering that Huai Shi was not the kind of black eye, and after asking three unknown things, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly relaxed.

"Correct."

He took a big sip directly at the wine bottle, wiped his mouth, and sighed unpleasantly: "It's all over the place, this year is very annoying, so much ... so much fucking."

Invasive species.

Huaixi can understand that although this thing is useful, if one fails, it may grow everywhere and even squeeze the living space of other plants.

"Can there be no species in the country to target?" He asked.

"The Ministry of Ecology's **** introduced new species, and then eliminated half of the local psyllids, otherwise this year would not be so annoying."

When the middle-aged man said this, he slapped his head awkwardly and reached out to Huai Shi: "What do you call it?"

"Huai Shi."

Huaishi shook hands with him and heard his name: "Ali, just call me Ali-I'm sorry to treat you as a non-study guy."

"It's all right."

Huaishi could understand that the other party treats himself as the kind of guy who eats by his face. He doesn't care, but asks directly: "I heard you have a job here."

"Yes." Ali nodded and pointed at Long Que, "to deal with this."

"You mean, pinch out the dragon mist here from you?"

"It can't be pinched." Ali shook his head. "That group of ghosts is crazy now. Even if all the sublimators who launched the Forestry Association can't figure it out, they can only find a way to re-cultivate its natural enemies first."

With that, he took out his glasses from his pocket, put them on, and took out another book, opened it, looked at the pile of to-do items, and asked, "What kind of job do you want?"

"Single work is enough." Huai Shi said, "It's better to have no trouble, is there such a thing?"

"Yes, there are ... but that won't make much money."

"Actually, it's just incidental." Huai Shi shrugged: "I'm going from Jakarta to Madura. It's best if I can help along the way."

Ali was silent.

Soon, he raised his head and looked out of the wooden house, shouting loudly: "Taufik, Taufik! Bring a new type of Baihe seeds over!"

The voice was so loud that it shook the room beam down.

Soon, a young man came in with an aluminum box the size of a tea pot and placed it in front of Huai Shi.

After opening, it is full of rice-sized seeds, like grass seeds.

"what is this?"

Huai Shi did not recognize it.

"Preparation for the follow-up work." Ali explained: "Before the new species of psyllid populations are cultivated, it is necessary to slightly delay the impact of the dragon mist. This is what the group of Druids used to fertilize the land. Too high, to die fast, but just hard to live. "

With that said, he looked at Huai Shi and said nothing more.

It was as if he was examining his ability.

Can you grow it?

Huai Shi touched his pocket, took out the tweezers from the tool bag, picked one, put it in the palm of his hand, and observed carefully. He has not seen this thing, nor can he pack tickets.

Unexpectedly, his finger just rubbed, and after a little sweat on Huai Shi's hand, the seed germinated.

Not even the ability to use mountain ghosts.

He let out a sigh of relief and laughed: "It's not that hard to live."

"..."

After a brief silence, Ali finally put away the consternation in his eyes, carefully looked at Huai Shi, and nodded for a long time.

"Okay, since Tiral introduced you over, then with his guarantee, you don't have to let you sign the contract." Ali nodded and asked, "When can I start work?"

"at any time."

Huaishi replied, reaching out and pulling out his ID from the pocket of his pants: "And, without having to trouble Mr. Tiral to guarantee, I have something that can prove my identity and credit."

The exquisite certificate of black cover is inscribed with heraldry surrounded by thorns.

After it was opened, it was a front view of Huai Shi, and the Astronomical Society's Peace Pigeon Seal, which proved his status as a registered military attaché, and also gave him the ability to carry weapons to walk arbitrarily between the current state, the border and hell.

Ali took a cold breath and froze in place, and Tiral was not much better. His hand almost shook the wine out of the glass.

The two looked at each other unbelievably.

‘Where are you so big-faced, got such a giant to come and help? ‘

‘My mother did n’t know that the confused little brother I met by chance was from the Astronomical Society! ‘

Their expression suddenly became very exciting.

Fortunately, they did not have any prejudice and resistance to Huai Shi, a certified executioner-after all, there is no big pedigree in Indonesia. The rules established by the Astronomical Society are those that can ensure the basic human rights and lives of sublimes.

This is equivalent to the enthusiastic old man introducing the boy to the old acquaintance to do odd jobs, but I did not expect that the boy who came to move the bricks is a passing police captain ...

Seeing their words stop and talk, and stop talking, Huai Shi smiled, and the point of the dark corner of the heart filled with garlic was satisfied.

"Cough, since it is an astronomical person, there is no need to worry about it."

For a long time, Ali replied embarrassedly and pushed the box over: "As long as you find a place to plant these all the way. I can pay in advance, how much do you want?"

"If you just drop a few seeds along the way, it won't take much effort--"

Huaishi carried the box and thought for a moment, then said, "If you really want to pay me, just answer me a question."

He looked at Ali in front of him and asked seriously:

"In your opinion, what does it mean to be a sublimator?"

"..."

Ali glanced back at Tiral and asked in a low voice: "Where did you find a poet?"

"Young people are always curious about the world." Tiral shrugged: "He needs some insights from his predecessors, at least hope you don't skimp on such a little language."

As if losing to him, Ali shrugged and shook his head and answered, "It doesn't mean anything."

Huai Shi did not speak again.

Just looking at him, his expression was calm and indifferent, waiting patiently.

Until he couldn't hold his face, suppressed his irritability, and took a deep breath.

"Okay, although I don't know what your astronomical master thinks, in my opinion, the sublimator means nothing to me, it's just a job, do you understand?"

He pointed to the messy ground in the office, "I went from being an alcoholic forest keeper to being thrown out of a duck to running a logging farm. To take care of the old unemployed brothers, I had to find a way to maintain the forest. The ecological balance here ... is too much trouble, young man, it is terrible. "

"Did you make money?" Huaixi asked.

"What if I made it?"

Ali was amused and pointed to the outside of the house: "What's the use of money in this wilderness? What is the use of public money to call a woman's door-to-door service once a week, but double the tip, but more? Here is In the mountains, young people, there is nothing like a lumberjack who needs no more money. "

"..." Huai Shi was amazed for a long time. "Did your life change at all?"

"Yes, it has changed a lot, but when it really needs to change-what can it change?"

In the face of this poem, Ali turned his arm into a thick branch, which contained amazing power under the thick bark. What was even more terrifying was that an entire logging field and an entire forest resonated with him.

This is his home court.

"This is power, there is nothing wrong with it, it is amazing, but what's the use?"

Ali sneered at this and asked, "Does it allow my ex-wife who was hurt by my heart to change his mind? Does it allow my two children to believe that their father really loved them from the heart?"

My elder son and younger daughter do n’t even want to have a meal with me-in their view, I will always be the father who brings fear and pain to them after alcoholism, a trouble that only brings shame ... …

Yes, I know that I have deserved my sins, and I am self-sufficient, young people, they hate me, and even do not want to invite me to their wedding.

This is not a power and a miracle that can be changed. Unless time goes backward, I beat the **** named Ali twenty years ago and told the stupid to cherish everything. But even if time goes backward, can I face them?

I messed up once, messed up twice, and messed up all my transfers. When I started to regret, everything was already irreparable. "

Ali's fingers stretched, rolled up the spirits on the table, raised his head, drank it, and annoyedly dropped the bottle out of the window and spread it on the chair.

Staring at the photo frame on the table, his former family became tired and helpless, and he laughed mockingly: "Life is not something that can be changed with power, is it?"

Huai Shi was speechless.

"This is the answer you want, Mr. Huai Shi, I've done my ugliness in front of a young man who met for the first time. Now please give me a little last shame, take your remuneration, and leave quickly."

Ali took out a car key from his pocket and put it on the table: "There is a car outside, filled with gas, you can use it at will, as long as you finally throw it to the Madura Forestry Association branch."

"Thank you."

Huaishi picked up the car key and sincerely thanked him.

"This is your reward." Ali said.

"No, I mean, your honesty." Huai Shi said seriously: "You can lie, or don't answer."

"Just when you are lucky."

Ali waved his hands anxiously, beckoning him to leave quickly, and Tiral shrugged and said goodbye to Huai Shi, pointing to the frustrated Ali next to him. He would stay here to comfort his old friend.

Before Huaishi left ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ opened his mouth to say something, but thought about it, and shut his mouth obediently.

What power and experience does he have to tell others how to face life?

After nodding his thanks, he pushed the door away.

When I got on the bus, I received a message from Tiral, a phone number: If you go to Madura, you can take a look at this guy. He is a Latin teacher in a middle school and always thinks about something. Some of the things that are not there are privately called philosophers, and may inspire you.

'I will. ‘

After finishing his reply, Huai Shi looked up at the huge off-road vehicle in front of him and raised his eyebrows.

Rubbed his hands expectantly.

It's nice to have a free car ...

Completely ignoring the premise that he didn't have a driver's license and driving experience at all, Huai Shi stepped on the accelerator and went away.

On the road!