Hunting High School

There is an oak tree in front of the Baicao Garden.

The oak was very old, with rough, chapped bark, covered with a thick layer of bluish moss. The short and thick trunk branched not far from the ground, twisting and deforming under heavy pressure like a giant hand supporting the sky.

A black-and-gray squirrel was holding an acorn, lying on its own hole with its head drooping from the tree trunk, and yawned loudly.

Those two-legged monsters under the tree began to change their skin again. It stared at the two-legged monsters roaring under the tree, raised its big fluffy tail, and flicked it boredly.

Every time the color of the sky and the earth changes, these two-legged monsters have to change their skin several times, great Druids, I have to wait until the white cold flowers fall from the sky before I can take off these dull furs on my body and put on a whole body Warm and clean robes.

When the tree hole is full of acorns, it will be able to change clothes. How long will it take? While thinking, the squirrel raised the acorn in his hand and smashed it heavily at a biped that was changing its skin under the oak tree.

This is its daily repertoire.

These two-legged monsters are very interesting. If you hit them with grain, they will squeal and occasionally return a handful of acorns to themselves.

I don't know if I can meet such a silly biped monster today.

The squirrel grabbed the tree trunk and poked its head, eagerly expecting the monster under the tree to give him a bunch of acorns.

But it was doomed to disappointment.

The biped that was skinning under the tree today was obviously very heartless, he just yelled in annoyance, and continued to concentrate on skinning.

He could only wait for these two-legged monsters to enter the garden before going down to pick up his acorn.

The squirrel shook its big tail in disappointment, leaned against the tree trunk, and looked into the distance melancholy.

Where are you, the two-legged monster who delivered the acorns...

under the oak tree.

Zheng Qing didn't know that the troublemaker above her head would be so sentimental.

"If you want me to say, the school is too used to these little things." He touched the red mark on his forehead, and while putting on protective clothing on his body, he yelled angrily: "At least we are the masters of the campus, and we were killed by a squirrel. You smashed your head, how embarrassing it is to say it!"

"Since you know it's embarrassing, don't nag." Xin Fatty warned earnestly, while pulling his two stubby arms back with great effort.

"Let me help you." Zheng Qing sighed, stretched out his hand, and helped Xin Fatty tighten the belt behind the protective suit.

"When will we be able to dress like a professor?" Xin Fatty looked enviously at the professor standing at the gate of the Baicao Garden, his tone full of anticipation.

Zheng Qing stood behind him, pursing his lips quietly without making a sound.

A few minutes ago, Professor Li Qihuang demonstrated how to put on protective clothing for these young freshmen.

"Before entering the garden, you have to change into work clothes." The professor pointed to the heavy leather clothes in the big wooden box at his feet, and explained to the students:

"The protective clothing provided by the school work committee for the gardeners is a one-piece dragon leather jacket, which is tanned with the top layer of the Welsh green dragon's back hide. It is strong, tough, and has strong protection. It can block all kinds of poisonous spore plants and pests in the garden. .”

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"In addition, this kind of leather clothing is not intruded by cold and heat, and has good adaptability to the environment. It is perfect for the environment of Baicao Garden."

"You must remember that this is not going on an outing, but entering a magical new world!"

While speaking, Professor Li pulled out a set of large khaki leather coats from the box, flicked his fingers on the collar a few times, and the very bulky-looking suit was dexterously put on Professor Li's thin body.

Then, the belts around the waist, wrists, and back were winding, tightened, and firmly buckled together.

But when the freshmen happily poked their collars with their fingers, the leather jackets didn't budge.

"Don't poke, there are no spells etched on the collar." Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses, looked carefully at those oily and shiny collars, and shook his head: "The spells I just taught should be the ones I used."

"I really want to learn this spell." Zheng Qing was full of joy when he thought that his dream of lying in bed and getting dressed would come true.

"This kind of dressing spell is only available to those who take the Life course." Zhang Jixin looked at those guys poking their collars with their fingers in a mocking manner, and then put on the protective clothing with great effort, and added in a muffled voice: "Of course." , if the talent is better, you can also find the corresponding textbook in the library and learn this spell by yourself."

After putting on the protective clothing, Zheng Qing put the short-handled shovel in the leather bag beside him, wore hard leather gloves tanned with the back hide of five-colored deer, and held the brass watering can that the teacher gave to himself, and got ready to line up into the garden.

At the front of the line, Professor Li was still chattering non-stop:

"The magic circle covering Baicao Garden is attached to the school's defensive array, and the design is very delicate."

"You must know that each herb has its own authenticity, its own unique preferences and characteristics. It is not possible to dig a hole, bury some soil, and a few one, two, three, four, five to grow authentic medicinal herbs with standard efficacy. "

"Chickenhead Polygonatum likes shade, Platycodon grandiflora likes sun, Lavender Astragalus likes shade in the sun, eggplant fern likes phosphorescence in a hole in the ground. Different plants have different requirements for light."

"Alpine snow lotus likes clean water, Wulijiao likes salt water, peat moss likes smelly water in swamps, multi-branched willow likes dry Gobi or desert, and different plants have different requirements for water."

"Lightning reed likes thunder and lightning, mimosa likes silence, Penglai plantain must grow in heavy fog, and scorpion taro likes a noisy environment in the morning and a quiet environment at night. Many plants are also very demanding on the environment. "

"The most troublesome thing is that some plants live alone, and no grass can grow where the root system is; Parasites and oak."

"So, if you step into thunder, drizzle, swamp, and desert in the Herb Garden, don't panic. These are all environments adjusted for those delicate plants."

Before finally entering, Professor Li still made three chapters with everyone worried:

"Entering the garden: first, listen to the teacher's orders; second, don't move around; third, listen to the teacher's orders and don't move around!"

"Now, in order, don't rush, come one by one."

"Scatter ashes before entering."

Professor Li grabbed a bunch of incense sticks and distributed them to everyone. He warned: "When you sprinkle the ashes, don't use too much force. It doesn't matter even if the ashes fall on your shoulders or hair. This is not a spell, it's just an ancient custom... ...You sprinkle too hard, you will throw it in the faces of the students behind you."

There was a burst of cheerful laughter from the crowd.

It's Zheng Qing's turn.

He took the incense stick that the professor handed him, put it in the incense burner in front of the altar in the entrance of Baicao Garden, folded his hands together, and prayed silently. When I opened my eyes, the stick of incense had burned out.

Then he picked up a cluster of incense ash, threw it lightly over his left shoulder, took a deep breath, and stepped into the garden.