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After the meal, Toril took Lu Zongping out and crossed a stream to the west of the small house. There was also a thin tool room. This is where Toril stored tools. Although they often come, they can be used when opening the door. There is also a smell of dust. Every time Toril finished her work, she would carefully clean the farm tools with stream water, clean and new, but the dustiness on her body was brought into the workshop again and again, and it slowly accumulated.

Toril changed the outer robe, revealing a set of short trousers inside. The strong and beautiful muscles and fur are facing the wind at the waist and arms, shaking slightly. Lu Zongping watched by the light outside the door. The light gray projection of his body on Aries.

"My child, you have to change into special clothes when you work, so as to avoid the clothes you usually wear from getting dirty and difficult to clean." While talking, Toril put on the rubber sleeve boots, and the rustle of clothes rubbed It is clear that Lu Zongping is dreaming about the scene of work. He lacks a clear understanding of this. This is what he expects.

"The clothes for you are not ready yet, boy, you are watching me work today. You are too young to be able to do some things." Toril suddenly hesitated, "My boy, please go out and wait at the door for a while. Okay? I need some privacy."

Lu Zongping sat down outside the door with his back to the tool room, looking at the deep ruins. There is no doubt that it used to be a large settlement. Now, the artificial hardened ground is mottled by nature, and the walls collapsed. Not every magic street lamp is intact on the walls of the cave behind, and even deeper caves. Many of the magic street lights are no longer shining. Toril has no ability to manage the ruins alone, and she has no such idea at all. In areas where she often passes by, she will only do maintenance of street lights.

　　 These rusty lampposts are not happy to look at. The shadows under the lamps often obscure the fact that the lampposts are aging.

　　 Toril opened the door and came out. She had changed into her overalls, fresh and tidy. He is holding a **** in his right hand and a dustpan in his left hand. There is also a basket in the dustpan, and a small pair of scissors is placed at the bottom of the basket.

　　 "This time I'm going to loosen the soil for some sweet potatoes and yam, and pick some mature loofah and beans." Toril is an old farmer with great plans.

　　 Lu Zongping walks barefoot, following Toril, Aries will continue to talk, talking about some of his own experience of crop growth, as well as the practical application of knowledge learned from books.

　　 There is no soil in the underground world. It lacks the accumulation of weathering and soil formation. There are rocks everywhere. Fortunately, magic can make up for these shortcomings. Fossils turn into mud and change the form of matter. Of course, this is not enough. The soil is by no means pure loose rock debris. To get the real soil, you need to create a complete cycle of ecology. Circle, there is wind, water, dead body, flora, time and energy. It is an integration of the dynamic development of energy and matter. In essence, since the underground world can develop life, it lacks energy sources. There is no sun but geothermal energy. In the paradise of monsters, they develop Their own production system is different from the upward exploration of the surface world, the monsters choose downward.

　　 However, for Toril, the ruins of the ruins are not as high as they are, that is, they cannot get sunlight and are not close to the geothermal core. But she still has another choice, which is a universal energy source in this world, namely magic and mystery.

　　Lu Zongping followed Aries to a farmland, which was about two acres of land. The crops were very mixed and sparsely counted. There were about 20 species. Magic street lights stand in the fields, and the light generated by magic provides photosynthesis energy for plants.

He sat on the ridge and watched Toril carrying a **** step by step towards the melon field. Thanks to the complete energy circulation system of the underground world, there is a weather phenomenon here. The water vapor accumulated on the roof of the cave often condenses and then patters down. It also snows in cold areas. Rain water moisturizes the soil, and the fine-grained soil condenses on the surface. Toril needs to break this part so that air can be supplied to the roots of the crops along the loose soil pores underneath. For some bulbous plants, Toril will give them thick soil.

　　 Every farmer has his own understanding of the field, and watching others farming can’t appreciate the subtleties. Just like watching others paint and sing, those silent stories are hidden under the calm and rigorous surface. Lu Zongping was quickly attracted by this purposeful action. He had a lot of incomprehensions. Toril was just busy on his own. Her soles of feet are wide, so the ridge opened up is also very wide.

　　Lu Zongping didn't have much room for maneuvering except for sitting there. Toril bowed his waist and wielded his hoe, breaking open the soft soil with refined farming tools. Craftsmanship, agronomy, surrendering energy and wisdom to nature and time processing are like speculation. Nature is a natural factory, and it is like a black box to people who do not understand nature. Similarly, magic is such a black box.

　　Toril will slowly teach Lu Zongping about nature and magic.

She slowly fainted and sweated during her work. In the light of the magic street lamp, the moist hair seemed to be brushed with a thick layer of clear oil, bright and unspeakable~www.wuxiaspot.com~The pungent smell in the grass and soil scratched Lu Zongping The nerve endings of the nasal mucosa, the outline of Aries melted in the afterglow, a turbid color, she waved the hoe, gently lifted and fell, the sound of mud rubbing against gold and iron was a refreshing 欻欻. Her breath spit out two thin white lines, and at a certain angle toward the light, refreshing pale white mist was flowing on both sides of the nose. Her palms are strong and her arms are strong, and the vibration follows the top of the **** along the pole, and finally expresses on her hair, the wet hair, and the tiny water droplets are scattered in the air. Her sense of existence follows the influence of water molecules. Diffusion spreads at the same time, just like the soil uses odor molecules as the basis of existence, water molecules are mixed with odor factors, just like her and the earth's love.

　　As a dissipative system, there is no essential difference between man and land. The tangible outline on the macroscopic level is fuzzy on the microscopic level. The surface area of ​​the object will disappear as the details are enriched, and the flow of time appears as the evolution of particles. The land digests food, and the human body grows plants. As a result, the boundary between death and life is blurred, and the boundary between mystery and non-mystery is gradually being swallowed and digested.

　　 Intense, the material about nature shattered and overflowed from the package of form. Toril continued her work, she was ploughing the earth, and the earth was ploughing her.

　　 Lu Zong flat curled up on the side of the road, slowly falling into a slight nap. He also felt wrapped in the earth, like covered with a quilt. Although he was not sleepy, he might as well make up for it.

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