Traveling Through the Stars

Luo Bi was watching. The child had good eyesight. He just didn't notice the seedlings.

Now the child noticed it. Pei Yang was a little confused. He glanced at it with his black eyes and was stunned: "Oh my God!"

Luo Bi walked over and looked at the seedlings and fooled the child: "Don't tell others. It's just that the germination rate is okay, it may not grow up. What's the fuss? People will laugh at us if the cabbage doesn't grow."

Pei Yang was confused. He squatted at the edge of the cabbage field and took a closer look. He nodded: "Okay, I won't say it. The seedlings are so small."

Luo Bi waved his hand in disdain and continued to fool the child: "It doesn't grow well."

In fact, it's not the case. Cabbage seedlings are very small when they sprout. The leaves of the plants grow up. If Luo Bi used this to fool the grower, it would definitely fail, but it would fool the little Thunder Flame Warrior.

Regardless of whether Pei Yang believed it or not, Luo Bi said something from his heart: "I'm tired of people who make a fuss all the time."

Luo Bi frowned in displeasure, but Pei Yang didn't say anything. He also helped to cover up and prevent Bai Juan and Mu Xu from coming here to rake the soil. Pei Yang took over the two ridges of land here, and he rakes the soil himself with a small rake.

Bai Juan was quite happy, laughing and joking with Mu Xu over there, and cackles from time to time.

Luo Bi went back to continue sowing seeds. He took a look at the seeds in his hand and didn't know what kind of seeds they were. He kicked a hole with his foot and threw a few of them. One seed is not enough. Once it doesn't sprout, there will be a shortage of seedlings.

Seedlings, sowing seeds, whatever, all are sown.

With a cheer in the classroom, school is over. The students talked with their good classmates and packed up their things. Luo Bi and the little Thunder Flame Warrior jumped down from the planting field and prepared to go home together.

"Have you finished planting?" Wu Cheng asked.

Bai Juan had just washed her hands and shook off the water on them: "I haven't finished raking the land yet."

Huang Xinling screamed: "Bai Juan, you shook my skirt."

Bai Juan said loudly: "No."

Huang Xinling glared at Bai Juan and left angrily, followed by Bai Yu. Bai Juan and Mu Xu grinned. In their eyes, Huang Xinling was just being pretentious. What's wrong with a little water? !

Luo Bi was also afraid that the people next to her would shake off the water droplets, so she moved her mouth but didn't say anything to Bai Juan.

Zhu Qiqi and Wang Haozhe were still packing up their desks. Most of the students in the class hadn't left yet. Lu Xianyu picked up a bag of purple leek roots and handed it to Bai Juan. The child ran to put it in the planting field.

"Plant it when you have time!" Lu Xianyu said to Luo Bi.

"I've planted enough." Luo Bi said.

It's not a spoiled child, but this is the attitude that only the younger generation has with the elders.

Lu Xianyu had no way to deal with this student, so she could only coax him: "······Just plant it casually, it may not survive."

The survival rate of purple chives after transplanting is low. Lu Xianyu saw it from the material warehouse of the planting department, so she picked a few plants. After all, it was planting, so it was okay to have one more plant. Lu Xianyu didn't care if it didn't survive.

Lu Xianyu saw how Luo Bi planted it, and it was hard to describe. It was just perfunctory. It would be strange if it could survive. A teacher of the planting department like Lu Xianyu could take seeds from the material warehouse and take them back to throw them to the students he liked.

School was over today, and Luo Bi didn't want to stay to continue farming, so everyone left the classroom together.

When going downstairs, Luo Bi saw a Thunder Flame Warrior taking vegetables. No need to ask, they must have dug them from the planting field of a class. These Thunder Flame Warriors were from aristocratic families, and they were the family behind the head instructor of a class.

The Lin family didn't eat a single vegetable.