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

Chapter 363 Before the Auction

Nian Shutong didn't eat dinner.

Fu Yunhe didn't dare to disturb her a second time.

The last time I asked if I could finish the sculpture, Nian Shutong felt disliked and unhappy when he was interrupted.

The low pressure-like emotion made the people around really feel it.

She didn't do it on purpose, it's just that the environment of concentration was interrupted, and she needed to enter that state again, otherwise the sculpture would not be completely integrated.

At present, no one dares to speak loudly, and those who cook and chop vegetables in every household dare not make too much noise.

Even this night, two-thirds of people eat noodles, which is the most convenient, quick and quiet.

In the cabin that night, it seemed that there were fewer people snoring.

Nian Shutong has never rested. When she found the state again, she has been sculpting.

Fu Yunhe silently asked the rubble to install a shadowless lamp, above and around Nian Shutong, providing her with the brightness she needed.

But that was all, and the others didn't dare to make any more moves.

However, he himself stayed outside all the time, and specially asked Master Fan to leave the food, just in case she wanted to eat it.

Wearing the stars and wearing the moon, Nian Shutong kept moving his hands.

The moon sets and the sun rises, the morning glow has never appeared, but the dark clouds have thickened somewhat.

Fu Yunhe looked at the weather early in the morning, and there was a high probability that it was going to rain.

Before he could make a move, the rubble appeared accurately. He went to the workshop, found a shed to keep out the rain, and started to build it.

A few robots silently set up the shed to block Nian Shutong.

Fu Yunhe silently stood aside, and compared the rubble with the gestures that Nian Shutong had done to him.

like.

Ruble received it and wanted to refute, but he looked into Fu Yunhe's wide eyes and pointed at Nian Shutong with a finger.

He closed his mouth knowingly, and went back to his studio.

Be quiet.

At this moment, it is raining heavily, not much.

Drizzle, breeze, green landscape.

The rain and mist gently moisten the ground and feed the earth.

This is probably the scene farmers like to see the most.

In the early morning, everyone still came out on time, ready to work.

There is not much rain at present, and everyone can still go down to work in the field, but the machinery cannot enter.

Everyone is holding the most primitive tools, and there is no thought of being lazy at all, and doing a little bit is a little bit.

There was movement in the courtyards of every household.

Washing and rinsing, saying hello, and children carrying schoolbags, laughing and not caring about Xiao Yu at all.

The doors of each house and courtyard are opened, which means that there are people in the family, and you are welcome.

The children who were originally running would stop their voices when they came near Nian Shutong.

They punch first thing in the morning.

Fu Yunhe stretched his hands and feet, leading nearly [-] children, old and new, to boxing together.

It's just that today's boxing is a little quiet, without the childish whirring of children.

Those who boxed were not only those who were already proficient, but also the new kids who couldn't keep up for the time being, as well as Ji Sisi, haha, Mr. Hua, Mr. Fan.

Nian Shutong said that boxing is good for the body, so several people practiced it.

Even if it was rubble, Ji Sisi pulled it over. A mechanical clan who doesn't need to strengthen their bodies is already practicing boxing. What reason do you have to be lazy?
And, rubble hits the worst.

He has one of the most sophisticated brains, but his limbs are very uncoordinated, often with the same hands and feet.

When Mingming was working, there was nothing wrong with him, and he was very clear about left and right.

But one punch, and he's dead.

Even in the beginning, Rubble is often knocked to the ground by its own punches.

It is called "Suicide Tiger Fist" by Haha.

Everything in the cabin is proceeding step by step.

Just like what Fan Lao thought, as long as Nian Shutong is around, even if he doesn't do anything, everyone feels at ease.

Life goes on, carving goes on.

Xingwang, which made a fuss about expressing its position yesterday, seems to be a little quieter today.

Originally, there were comments criticizing Xiaohe's live broadcast everywhere, and the words seemed to be a little less.

Although there are not many less, there are always some.

What if he was really slapped in the face?
At this time, in the Yu family, the three father and son were all at home. They were going to participate in the auction tonight. Yu Zeming had been working at home and did not go to the company.

And Yu Lao and Yu Zeling, who have been studying the new work of Earth Bar, will have a drink.

"In my lifetime, I have no regrets to have such a poem."

"Dad, you think too much, you can't write it."

Yu Zeling's plain and straightforward words did not receive Yu Lao's beard and stare, but nodded in agreement.

"Hey, you are right, this is not something that can be written with time."

Yu Lao has been obsessed with this poem and cannot extricate himself, and there are many others who are equally obsessed.

The two father and son continued to study, didn't eat breakfast, didn't eat lunch, even if they were hungry, they just didn't want to move.

Yu Zeming actually ate a bunch of Dingxi, and every time he ate one, he would babble: Xiaohe, I miss you!miss you too much!

Yu Zeming's mouth was completely spoiled by Xiaohe's live broadcast, and he didn't like to eat bad food.

I don't know why, although the dishes were made according to Xiaohe's live broadcast recipe, but the taste was at least [-]% worse.

Where is the difference?

If Mr. Yu was here and heard this question, he would definitely say: The difference is in the ingredients.

The ingredients of Xiaohe's live broadcast all contain weak ingredients that can promote the function of cultivation.

Not only does it taste good, it works better.

Time passed and it was already afternoon.

At one o'clock, Yu Zeming was still playing games leisurely.After two o'clock, the game was a little inattentive.

After three o'clock, the game stopped playing.

At four o'clock, he simply wandered back and forth in front of his house.

Why not yet?
He has never dared to urge Xiaohe to carve, but if he doesn't do it again, he is afraid that it will be too late.

The auction will be held at eight o'clock in the evening, but they need to go there first, send the Yu family's auction items there, be appraised, and see where they are arranged.

Yu Zeming didn't care too much about their Yu family's own stuff, but if it was Xiao Heda's stuff, he wanted to go there as soon as possible and arrange it properly.

But why haven't you come yet?
Yu Zeming checked the time, it was almost five o'clock.

They still have to go to the auction site, which will take about half an hour. In case of traffic jam, it may take longer.

"Second, what are you doing?"

Yu Zeling looked at Yu Zeming who was turning around in confusion, because his movements were too loud, which affected reading the poems a bit.

"Oops! Both of you, please change your clothes quickly. In case Xiaohe Dada's things are late, you go to stabilize the auction first, and I will arrive after I take the things."

auctions?
Only then did Yu Lao and Yu Zeling realize that they were too obsessed.

The two hurriedly changed their clothes, and just as they were done changing, the doorbell rang.

(End of this chapter)