I have a portable farm

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Zhao Xinyu is not a farmer, but he grew up in a rural area and has been growing vegetables with his grandfather since he can remember.

He knows that no matter what kind of soil is used to grow vegetables, it is impossible for dry seeds to germinate and grow within a few hours.

But now something like this has happened in this inexplicable space. If you follow the seed germination process, the vegetables you plant will be harvested in half a month at most.

Generally, when festivals come, the price of any vegetables and fruits will increase. If the vegetables in the space can be sold, you don't need to get up early and stay up late to deliver takeaways and pick up waste.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xinyu's eyes were filled with tears. He had not contacted his grandfather since the accident. If he could really make money, at least his grandfather would not have to suffer.

During this day, Zhao Xinyu was in a state of excitement. In his excitement, he even spent 23 yuan to buy a roast chicken.

That night, he entered the space again. The green in the space was no longer just dots, but connected into one piece.

Excited, Shipley brought the small bucket in, dug a small canal in the area where tomatoes were grown, and scooped out the water from the small puddle for irrigation.

What excites him is that no matter how much water is scooped out, the water in the puddle will never decrease. As he scoops out water, the area and depth of the small puddle gradually become larger.

By the time Zhao Xinyu felt tired, the area of ​​the small puddle was almost thirty or forty square meters, and the water depth was more than twenty centimeters.

However, he continues to expand the area of ​​the puddle, and the water in the puddle will no longer flow outside, even if the outside area is lower than the water level of the puddle.

During the break, Zhao Xinyu took a sip of water from the puddle. The water was slightly cool and had a hint of sweetness. After drinking it, he felt even more refreshed, and the fatigue on his body seemed to be relieved a lot.

"Baby, this is really a treasure." At this moment, Shipley was sure that the space he had obtained inexplicably should be a heaven-defying treasure.

Just when Zhao Xinyu was excited, he felt a furry little guy rub against his leg a few times.

Looking down, he saw the little puppy who was still dying yesterday, but now the little puppy no longer looked like it was dying, and had completely turned into a lively little guy.

this. . . . . . Zhao Xinyu's heart trembled again, and he reached out to hug the little puppy and touched his belly a few times. The little guy whimpered at him.

"The little one is hungry."

I took the little guy back to the simple room, chopped up the leftover roast chicken, and made some rice soup. The little puppy ran over and started eating. After eating, the little guy turned around on the floor. A few laps, but not going to sleep.

Thinking that the little puppy would fall asleep after drinking water in the space, Zhao Xinyu simply sent the little puppy into the space.

In the next few days, the vegetables in the space looked different every day. Tomatoes, cucumbers, and eggplants were almost half a foot tall. The area of ​​the space seemed to have increased, and the originally gray space seemed to become a little brighter.

Seeing the changes in the vegetables in the space day by day, Zhao Xinyu was not idle. He went to the local product store and bought bamboo poles for building shelves. I bought some parts and saved a tricycle that I had acquired that was almost falling apart.

At this time, there was not much left in his hands. Others were busy buying ingredients and meat for the New Year, but he could only buy some noodles and pickles.

The Spring Festival is approaching, and every day of noodles and pickles makes Zhao Xinyu's body even thinner, and his face full of scars shows a hint of sallowness. Anyone who studies traditional Chinese medicine knows that this is severe malnutrition.

That night, Zhao Xinyu entered the space again. Although it was only for one day, the space still changed a lot.

The tomatoes, which are about 1.56 meters tall, have already borne fruit two days ago. Some are already ripe, and the fruits are bright red and round, just like small lanterns hanging on the branches during the festival.

I reached out and picked one, without wiping it off, and took a bite. It was juicy and delicious, full of sweetness, without a trace of sourness, and with a fragrance that I had never smelled before.

Wiping his mouth, Zhao Xinyu was ecstatic. Such a delicious tomato would definitely fetch a good price if sold.

Looking at other vegetables, the cucumber seedlings are more than two meters long and are covered with large and small fruits. The cucumber thorns are green and there is a light layer of water dust on them.

Green peppers and eggplants are one and a half meters tall. Each one looks like a landscape tree, covered with fruits. Each green pepper is the size of a bowl and is crystal clear. The eggplants are purple and plump, and any one of them is more than half a foot long. The purple ones are shiny, and the half-meter-long beans are dazzling green. The rapeseeds are all like emeralds, which makes people greedy to see them.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Zhao Xinyu picked a cucumber and took a sip. A fragrance filled the air, and he was slightly startled.

He is not very wealthy, so he often buys some processed cucumbers for his meals. But the cucumbers he has now are different from the cucumbers he has eaten before. They are crisp and have a hint of sweetness. Although the sweetness is not strong, they are a little different. the taste of.

After a few mouthfuls, he finished a cucumber, rubbed his hands, and then Zhao Xinyu picked some of each vegetable and left the space.

There was no meat at home, so Zhao Xinyu simply used salad oil instead and cooked four dishes: fried eggplant, fried green pepper, fried beans, and cold cucumber.

After it was done, Zhao Xinyu couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten stir-fried vegetables, even if there was no shredded meat in it.

After taking a bite of fried beans, Zhao Xinyu couldn't help but be startled. He used to live with his grandfather, and he did most of the cooking at home. He knew his own cooking skills.

But now that there is no meat, the fried beans are more delicious than the fried beans with meat slices in the past, and it also contains a fragrance that has never been seen in fried beans in the past.

With a hint of surprise, Zhao Xinyu tasted three other dishes that also had no meat slices.

After tasting it, Zhao Xinyu was completely stunned. Every dish tastes better than what has been cooked before, and every dish has a fragrance that has never been smelled before.

Zhao Xinyu dared to conclude that even his grandfather, who was recognized as the best cook in the ten miles and eight villages, would not be able to make such a taste.

When Zhao Xinyu was shocked, several low dog barks came. Zhao Xinyu saw the little puppy Hei Feng staring at him and barking, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Zhao Xinyu laughed, found a small bowl, put some dishes for Heifeng, and placed it on the ground.

In a few minutes, all four dishes were eaten, and there was only an empty bowl left in front of Hei Feng.

After rubbing his swollen belly, Zhao Xinyu lay down and stared at the roof, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. He didn't know how long it had been since he had a full meal like today.

Wiping away his tears, Zhao Xinyu sat up and his eyes became firm. He knew that this inexplicable space might be a turning point in his life.

Zhao Xinyu couldn't sleep that night. In the early hours of the morning, he entered the space with the used boxes he purchased and picked some of the ripe tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, green peppers, beans, and rapeseed in the space.

When the first light of dawn appeared in the east, Zhao Xinyu parked his tricycle at the door of an old residential area. At this moment, there were at least thirty or forty stalls on both sides of the door. And Zhao Xinyu arrived the latest, so he could only place the tricycle in the farthest place from the door.

The appearance of Zhao Xinyu immediately attracted the attention of nearby stalls. Everyone knows that colleagues are enemies, and these people are running for survival, and of course they do not want anyone to compete with them for business.

After Zhao Xinyu took off the tarpaulin that had turned white after repairing it countless times, jealousy immediately appeared in the eyes of the nearby vegetable vendors.

"Boy, where did you come from? Get away from me," a middle-aged man with a fierce appearance walked up to his tricycle and said viciously.

Zhao Xinyu's expression froze. He glanced at the stalls that also sold vegetables, and then looked at the vegetables in his car, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

After years of being looked down upon, he also knew that in this age of materialism, not many people would sympathize with him as a useless person. He could only push the cart away with a wry smile. When he left, he even heard the screams of the stall owners. jeers.

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