Doomsday Boss Farming in Zhai Dou Wen

Chapter 12
Song Jiaojiao was somewhat surprised, "System, what is the basis for you to give merit?"

[The host of the specific algorithm figured it out by himself,] Song Jiaojiao frowned at the swordsman's words.

She didn't care about this, but started to go back and get some things, the sweet potato leaves in Song Jiaojiao's space were ready to eat.

Song Jiaojiao directly took some sweet potato leaves and went to Chu Guangguang and the others. When Chu Guangguang and the others saw the sweet potato leaves, their eyes glowed green.

As for the lack of other food, they can only let those people go hunting. When Song Jiaojiao returned home, the young slave looked at Song Jiaojiao.

"If you don't manage those people well, they will cause death." The childish slave didn't understand why Song Jiaojiao left the bandits behind.
She has the ability to kill, not to raise this group of trash.

"I have my own ideas." Song Jiaojiao said flatly, and threw another box of ointment to Zhinu, who looked at the ointment in his hand.

"Ointment that can remove scars." When the young slave heard this, she was a little surprised, and Song Jiaojiao went back to the room with her hands behind her back.

"I can't get rid of this scar for a long time." The scar on my cheek can't be removed for a long time.

"My medicine is not ordinary, you will understand after using it yourself." Song Jiaojiao said.

After looking at Song Jiaojiao's departure, Zhinu looked at the ointment, hesitated and used it anyway.

When I used the scar, I found that the scar on the cheek was a bit painful, and the scar had scabbed off.

Zhinu opened his eyes wide and looked at the scab that fell off, and then at the ointment, "Song Jiaojiao, who are you?"

Just a village girl in the mountains, it is impossible to have so many people, what is her identity?
No matter what your identity is, it's interesting. When the young slave looked outside, he went straight out to work.

Song Jiaojiao is in the space, and the food in the space grows very fast. She has been here for almost a month, and the space speed is three times faster, and the sweet potatoes are growing fast.

Sweet potatoes can be eaten in March. Song Jiaojiao looked around and found that the space has expanded a bit.

Song Jiaojiao could vaguely see her small villa, which was where she lost space.

Go straight over and push open the door, the other half is still in the cloud, Song Jiaojiao looked not far away and went to find her clothes.

She still had the clothes she had when she was a child, so Song Jiaojiao went to look for her underwear again, it was very uncomfortable not wearing them in ancient times.

Song Jiaojiao took the underwear and put it on, looked around again, and started to hoe the ground, picking up a new round of sweet potato seeds.

By the time the work was over, Song Jiaojiao was already sweating, and she was leaving the space after taking a shower.

Song Jiaojiao went to see Chu Guangguang and others when she left the space. Chu Guangguang and the others ate sweet potato leaves.

"Boss, do we really want to be here?" Someone looked at Chu Guang and said, "That stinking girl is not here, let's run."

"Why do you run? There is water here for farming." There is also water in their yard, so they won't die of thirst when farming.

"But it's too embarrassing for us to be the younger brother of that stinky girl." Someone said hesitantly.

"Then do you want to leave? Where are you going? Now there is no place in the north that is not an arid area. A mouthful of water can kill a person. Now that there is water here, we plant sweet potato leaves, and soon there will be food to eat. It's no better than burning and killing people." Loot quickly, don't forget why we became bandits." Chu Guang looked at those people.

"Because I can't live anymore." Several people hesitated.

"Now that you can live, why do you still want to be bandits?" Chu Guangguang said coldly. Chu Guangguang really couldn't survive, so he took his brother to do this business.

Now that he has a chance to live, he can't do it.

When hearing the words, the people around nodded, "We know."

"I'll pick them up in a few days." Chu Guangguang looked at everyone's expressions and said, "This is a place where you can settle down. Stay here early to avoid being discovered by others."

"Okay." Several people nodded.

The sweet potatoes on Song Jiaojiao's side are ripe, and after digging, the sweet potatoes are very big. Song Jiaojiao's space is three times that of the outside, and the ones that are planted are three times the size of the outside.

Looking at the huge sweet potato, Song Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief. She thought there would be other changes in the space, but it didn't seem to be the case, and it was still the same as the beginning.

Song Jiaojiao didn't plan to give the bandits sweet potatoes, but let the bandits work.

When Song Jiaojiao looked at the young slave, "I have a task for you."

"What's the matter?" Zhinu turned to look at Song Jiaojiao.

"Take care of those bandits for me, I don't support idlers." Song Jiaojiao looked at the childish slave and said.

"...Didn't you say that you can take care of yourself?" Zhinu rubbed his forehead, saying that those who he could take care of, he had to do it himself in the end.

"Going to let others do it, why should I bother." Song Jiaojiao said, "You just need to let those bandits work and train, and then give them a certain amount of food."

"Yes." Zhinu nodded, "You want to raise soldiers? Conspiring against you!"

"You're thinking too much, I'm just taking precautions." Song Jiaojiao said flatly, "What situation is better than not panicking when you have someone on hand?"

When the crowd broke out, she didn't have the intention of letting others treat them as leeks, even if she cut the leeks, she had to do it herself.

"Then you can buy slaves for training." Zhinu said when looking at Song Jiaojiao, "Those people are very slavish, and it is feasible with a little training."

"Just like you?" Song Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows and stared at Zhinu.

"I'm different." Zhinu said coldly, Song Jiaojiao nodded while staring at Zhinu, and Zhinu's ears turned red.

"Rogue." The childish slave said angrily, Song Jiaojiao's gaze was sizing up her own appearance, and that frivolous look was like a hooligan.

Song Jiaojiao looked at the other party indifferently and said, "You can say whatever you want, but we'll talk about the slaves later. Get rid of those bandits first. What I want are obedient soldiers."

Song Jiaojiao could see the ambition in Zhinu's heart, even if he called her sister obediently on weekdays, even if he was not a cat, even if he was pretending to be obedient, he was still a beast.

Zhinu said, "Yes."

He had no reason to refuse, "Aren't you afraid of me and train people to be my own?"

"You can give it a try." Song Jiaojiao approached the boy in front of him. The boy's chin was lifted by Song Jiaojiao, and he felt that the girl's breath was approaching, which made him a little nervous.

The young slave pushed Song Jiaojiao away and took a few steps back. The 12-year-old boy's cheeks were flushed, "Just talk and don't get too close."

"Okay." Song Jiaojiao nodded, forgetting that this is not the end of the world. Threatening people are either choking people's necks or chins, or just kicking them.

And these actions just now she didn't pinch, but subconsciously approached, forgetting the reservedness of the ancients, but the scar on the cheek of the young slave has almost healed, and the appearance has to be said to be perfect.

(End of this chapter)