The hoe was tossed aside.
The wriggling brains and intestines in a sack were worked into fertilizer.
Wu Jiale hummed a nonsensical nursery rhyme:
"In the tiny garden, dig, dig, dig~
Plant tiny little horrors~
And watch the veggies grow like crazy~"
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The land never cheats a hardworking cuckoo!
Of course, you have to give it a little fertilizer. Just a tiny bit of special fertilizer~
"Team leader, we're out of soybeans! The horrors in Xining have escaped their guards and are gathering to attack the city."
"Team leader, we're out of almonds! The Taoists from Longhu Mountain are sitting outside the department, saying the Four Directions Compass isn't working and they can't find a single ghost. Oh, and their banner says: 'Even clever Taoists can't cook without a kernel...'"
"Team leader, we're critically short on water chestnuts! Not enough firepower on the front lines! I repeat, not enough!"
Wu Jiale, covered from head to toe in mushrooms:
Don't rush. I'm killing horrors, I'm killing them.
And I'm taking care of the land too, I'm planting, I'm planting.
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As a child, Wu Jiale always dreamed of being a prince on a white horse, storming the Magic Fairy Castle, slaying a dragon, and saving the long-haired princess who had eaten a poisoned apple...
When he grew up, he really did experience something just as bizarre.
Huailou wielded a green bean like a whip, swinging it with a fierce whoosh. Cradled in his arms, Wu Jiale kept firing potatoes out, while the background noise sounded like a huge market sale, with cries of "cucumbers" and "bean sprouts" rising one after another...
"Hey, could you tuck your pecs in? They're pressing into my face. This is really putting a lot of pressure on me ε=(?ο`*))) sigh."
Wu Jiale complained, but his hands betrayed him, giving those pecs squeeze after squeeze.
Theme: Perseverance
