Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 2 Little White Flower

Fu Yunhe, who was lying on his stomach and sorting out his memories, finally understood his situation.

Orphan and sick child. Newly married and dead.

But what did he just hear?woman?widow?
Are you a woman?One of his hands moved quietly. Fortunately, it was a man.

He struggled and "hummed" twice, and a weak voice sounded.

"I am a man, not dead."

Nian Shutong lowered his eyebrows and glanced at it, carefully confirming, is it really a man?
Her eyebrows are like a painting, her skin is creamy, her lips are pink, her waist is slim, and even her hands are slender fingers.

Nian Shutong looked down at his hands again, they were dark, rough and dry, peeling and dull.

One leaf knows autumn, one hand knows appearance.

Forget it, ugly or not, it doesn't matter.

Nian Shutong squatted down, put a black hand on Fu Yunhe's pulse, and said as if something happened:

"I'm afraid you won't survive tonight."

Fu Yunhe's already rapid breathing became even more rapid.Why can't he survive tonight?
"I'm fine!"

Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe who didn't quite believe him, and continued:
"We are both husband and wife, how can you distrust me so much? Don't worry, if you die, I will not remarry. "

Fu Yunhe is speechless, who the hell cares about whether you remarry or not!He doesn't want to die.

No, he will not die.

Fu Yunhe, who was forced to death by tricks on the ground, suddenly got a burst of strength and stood up.

He grabbed Nian Shutong's arm for strength, gritted his teeth and spit out a few words.

"I don't. Die."

Nian Shutong looked at Fu Yunhe helplessly, what a stubborn little beauty!
She looked at everyone with a little regret and said: "He is quite determined, maybe he can really survive tonight."

"In that case, we'll stay at Nian's house to recuperate."

"If you raise it well, it's yours, if you raise it to death, it's mine."

People around, including Fu Yunhe, stared at Nian Shutong.

Everyone: The famous trash of the Nian family, is he so eloquent?
Fu Yunhe: Why should my life be yours!

Nian Shutong didn't care about everyone's eyes at all. As a cultivator of the Poison Immortal, if she dared not do anything, she would do it if she wanted to.

These were the most euphemistic things she had ever said.

If it weren't for lack of strength, who would tell you these modified and beautified words here.

She put this topic aside for a while, and looked around. There are a few columns with dark gray patterns, a deep red roof, transparent on all sides, and no walls.

This is a corridor of the Nian's house. The wedding ceremony was really casual, and it was only separated from the street by a wall.

Huh?
what is that?
Nian Shutong casually pushed away a short-haired woman in front of her. The woman wanted to stop her, but was stopped by another man next to her.

"Leave her alone, I've notified the housekeeper, and I'll be there right away."

"I really don't know what's good or bad, I still want to stay at Nian's house."

The three of them could also see that Nian Shutong was different, but they all took it as a way for her to stay in Nian's house.

No one would want to become the owner of a "waste planet", that is the lowest level of existence, and also the fastest to die.

Nian Shutong, who pushed away the people, came to the edge of the corridor, where there was a half-meter-high stone flower enclosure, which was filled with a kind of small white flowers.

Dark green leaves, only one or two small white flowers on the top of the head, standing in the wind.

Nian Shutong is naturally not a person who loves flowers and grasses, so she stretched out a finger and gently touched the petals of the small white flowers.

The route that has been run thousands of times is barely running in the body, and it is a little obscure, but the broken magic weapon in the consciousness begins to absorb energy.

Sure enough.

This little white flower is poisonous.

Nian Shutong withdrew her finger and verified her thoughts, and I will talk about it later.As long as it is poisonous, she has no fear.

"Drip! The host found an excellent species, potatoes. The farming system is starting"

Potato?Little white flower?

"Nian Shutong, you should go."

Before Nian Shutong could figure out the connection between the two, an older and somewhat dignified voice came over.

She paused her thoughts and looked at the person coming.

The visitor was middle-aged, with a white face and beardless, honest appearance, and no waves in his eyes.

He is the chief steward of the Nian family and the most trusted assistant of the head of the family.

"Okay." Nian Shutong didn't bother, leaving was the best choice.

"I want money."

The butler didn't even move his eyes, he just said, "You should go."

Nian Shutong shook his head and smiled. He was looking at himself as useless, and he was not qualified to negotiate terms.

She took the figure-of-eight steps of an old man, and slowly came to the side of the little beauty and the sick Fu Yunhe.

She pulled him up and said, "Since the housekeeper doesn't want us, let's stay."

"When the beauty dies, I'll buy him a coffin, put it in front of Nian's house, and sing a song about the widow crying for her husband to express my grief."

(End of this chapter)