For the next few days, the weather was fine, and the house…was considered peaceful.
Chen Weimin was still lying in the hospital, but Yang Fangfang came back from time to time to report on Chen Weimin's condition.
Although she had always reported the good news and not the bad news, she could tell from the bitterness that Chen Weimin must have tortured her a lot.
That fellow obviously remembered to eat but not to fight. Now, he only had the ability to act arrogantly in his own nest.
Regarding this, Chen Zhengyu did not have any good ideas either. He could not possibly instigate his sister-in-law to get a divorce, right?
Nowadays, marriage could be casual, but divorce was a big deal.
Once a woman got divorced, the neighbors would gossip about her, and it would be as bad as it could get.
Moreover, Chen Zhengyu had to avoid suspicion.
This brother-in-law and sister-in-law couldn't get too close.
Therefore, other than Yang Fangfang standing up for herself, it was useless for anyone else to say anything.
After a few days of sunbathing and eating, the energy accumulated in the game farm had reached an astonishing 3.2. If he used it to ripen the pumpkin, he wouldn't be able to finish it even if he ate it until next year.
Moreover, there were two big pumpkins in the warehouse.
Seeing that it was the day that he had agreed to meet the little old man selling furniture, Chen Zhengyu was ready to ripen the wheat and change the bed and recliner back first.
More importantly, he could use the other party's channels to turn wheat into flour.
In the past few days, Zhang Xiuzhen had put on the airs of a mother. Her attitude towards him was obviously much stricter, and she did not let him go to the black market.
As for the canned fruit, he had already finished making it with the two little fellows.
The old lady and Zhang Xiuzhen took two bites and refused to eat any more. One said that she was too old to eat these, and the other said that her body was not good and it was too cold.
But in reality, the two of them were reluctant to eat.
If he hadn't insisted, Zhang Xiuzhen would have left the flour and eggs for them to eat and eaten the cornbread herself.
Therefore, Chen Zhengyu made up his mind to prepare enough food at home before he went to work in the prison.
In the game farm, Chen Zhengyu's consciousness was standing on the ground.
These days, he did not ripen the pumpkin, but time kept passing on the farm, which led to the remaining pumpkin sprouting and drilling out of the ground.
It made this land more lively.
As for the wheat, it hadn't appeared yet because of the short time.
The wheat was generally divided into spring wheat and winter wheat.
The growth cycle of spring wheat was four months, while winter wheat was eight months.
Normally, there were no seasons in the game farm. It would be optimized according to the characteristics of the plants.
Therefore, the wheat planted here was more inclined to the growth pattern of spring wheat.
After a series of attempts, Chen Zhengyu realized that the energy he thought was a lot was not enough to ripen all ten catties of wheat seeds.
But thinking about it, it was normal. No matter how magical the farm game was, there must be a unique operating rule.
0.1 The energy could harvest about 38 catties of pumpkin.
If it was wheat, there would be a discount. At most, it would be 20 catties.
The yield was halved in an instant. It seemed like they had suffered a huge loss, but even if it was 40 catties of pumpkin, could it compare to 20 catties of wheat?
Therefore, compared to the ripening pumpkin, wheat was obviously more cost-effective.
In the end, Chen Zhengyu used the remaining 0.2 points of energy to take things and spent the remaining 3 points of energy.
It was equivalent to ripening a little more than three catties of wheat seeds.
Chen Zhengyu watched as the wheat drilled out of the ground and grew rapidly. Then, it jumped out of the ears and became plump.
It was an indescribable visual feast.
When the wheat was completely ripe, he willed it to be harvested with 0.1 of his energy.
It was as if there was an invisible hand that gently waved, and the wheat flew out like raindrops and fell into the warehouse.
The wheat roots in the ground also quickly withered, turning into ashes like the pumpkin vines before sinking into the ground.
Although there was no scale, Chen Zhengyu estimated that there were at least 500 to 600 catties of wheat in this wave.
If it was just a change of bed and recliner, it would definitely be enough.
The key was to see if the little old man's heart was black.
If it was too ridiculous, he wouldn't be such a sucker.
A third of the one-third mu of land yielded 500 to 600 catties of wheat.
With this calculation, one mu of wheat could produce four to five thousand catties of wheat.
Chen Zhengyu remembered that in his previous life, the yield of wheat at home was only about 1,000 catties per mu.
When he arrived at the game farm, he flipped through it a few more times.
It could be said that his one mu of land could be used as several mu of land.
Moreover, only one of the 18 plots of land had been reclaimed.
If he waited until he reclaimed all of them, wouldn't he become a big landlord?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that life was going to be difficult.
With wheat, he naturally had enough confidence.
In the afternoon, Chen Zhengyu took the bus to the department store again and found the old man who was looking at the old furniture in the warehouse.
When the two women at the door saw Chen Zhengyu, they still had some impression of him and could not be bothered with him.
He couldn't even bear to buy some new furniture for his wedding. He was obviously not a good man. He wondered if the girl from last time was blind to have fallen for such a man.
Just wait to suffer in the future.
"Aiya, little comrade, you're finally here.”
When the little old man saw Chen Zhengyu from afar, he immediately jumped up.
He had already been back for two days, but he had been waiting for nothing. He thought that Chen Zhengyu had gone back on his word.
He had spent so much effort to persuade his old friend. Wouldn't it be a waste?
Therefore, he was so eager to see Chen Zhengyu earlier, and now he was so passionate when he saw him.
"Didn't you say five days? I'm not late." Chen Zhengyu immediately said.
He had always been punctual and trustworthy. She could not slander him.
"Yes, five days."
The little old man had to suffer by himself. Who asked him to estimate the time wrongly earlier?
He could only blame himself for being so anxious these two days.
"Where is it?"
Chen Zhengyu said as he stretched his neck to look inside.
"The things are at home, how can they be left here? Why don't you come with me to take a look first?" The little old man invited impatiently.
"Alright."
Chen Zhengyu nodded.
He wasn't afraid that the other party would set a trap for him. After all, he came empty-handed and didn't 'bring' wheat.
If the other party wanted to scheme against him, they would at least have to wait until he finished looking at the goods and pulled over the wheat.
"Then let's go."
After the little old man finished speaking, he led the way. When he went out, he called out to the two women who were still knitting sweaters at the door and left under a disdainful gaze.
After they left the department store, the little old man led the way. They did not ride a bicycle or take a bus, so they walked for half an hour.
On the way, the only thing Chen Zhengyu knew was the little old man's name.
Zhang Yunshang.
It was a little scholarly.
However, this also meant that his family background should have been quite good in the past.
Their destination was an old residential area.
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