Chapter 67 Beginner’s Toolbox - Farming Niurong (Please Collect and Recommend!)

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Zhao Min said that if the "Novice Tool Box" could be planted, it might be possible to plant secondary output in advance, so Zhuang Buyuan has been paying close attention to the planting situation of the "Novice Tool Box".

In the garden on the left side of the manor, a strange-shaped tree has grown to more than 20 meters high.

But Zhuang Buyuan didn't know how to describe his expression.

Is this the product of a "beginner's toolbox"? Zhuang Buyuan felt that he must have been pranked.

Does this have anything to do with the "toolbox"?

In fact, he had always thought that after the tree grew, the fruits it would bear would be toolboxes of all sizes. When the toolbox matured, he would pick it off and open it, and he would see that there were wrenches, screwdrivers, electric tools, big and small growing inside. Driver, screw, nut, vernier caliper...

Facts have proved that Zhuang Buyuan's imagination is too rich and does not conform to the world view of the manor owners.

The manor owners' concept of "tools" is completely different from that of Zhuang Buyuan.

After Zhao Min explained, Zhuang Buyuan realized that the ten seeds in the novice tool box were divided into three types and were the most useful plant seeds in the manor.

This is one of them.

Zhuang Buyuan looked at it curiously.

It was also looking at Zhuang Buyuan curiously, its big gentle eyes full of gentleness.

Yes, I'm watching.

The tree in front of me looked nothing like a plant except that it was grown from the ground.

Perhaps, in the universe, the concepts of plants and animals are not so clear to begin with.

The strange creature in front of me looks like countless vines twisted together. The top of the vines forms a head that looks like a bull's head. It stares at Zhuang not far away from a height of more than 20 meters, with two curved spirals. The horns are made up of blade-shaped blades. They are sharp, beautiful and... dangerous.

Behind its head, countless rattans move automatically without wind, like hundreds of tails that are constantly swinging.

"Master, don't be nervous, take a step forward, let it get familiar with your scent, and then water it." Zhao Min comforted Zhuang Buyuan in a low voice from the side, "This kind of cattle fig is very docile."

docile? Zhuang Buyuan felt that his palms were all sweaty. Looking at the thick rattans that were constantly swinging, each one was thicker than his arm. If they were rolled up, he could directly use them as meat filling to make dumplings.

The sharp horn is made up of dozens of blades arranged in a spiral. When arranged together, it looks like a peerless weapon. If it is stabbed down, it can penetrate him from head to tail.

Zhuang Buyuan cautiously took a step forward, picked up the kettle, and watered its roots.

As the water containing the power of the blood of time flows down, it swings rapidly, and it can be seen that it is very happy.

When Zhuang Buyuan poured out all the water in the kettle, it lowered its head, stuck out its rough tongue, and licked Zhuang Buyuan's face.

The tongue is cool and a little moist, with a little freshness of plants, not as sticky as animal tongues, and a little mint fragrance.

Zhuang Buyuan felt quite comfortable after being licked.

"It's showing goodwill. Owner, please put your hand on its head. This means that you are its owner..." Zhao Min was still directing from the side, and suddenly found that things were a little out of control. Normally, the cattle tree was licking After confirming the owner's taste, it would stop, but the cattle tree kept licking Zhuang Buyuan's face. Because of the size difference between the two parties, Zhuang Buyuan was licked a little bit.

"Master, it likes you very much." Zhao Min said cheerfully.

No, I think it likes the blood of time...

Zhuang Buyuan finally escaped from the tongue of this big guy who couldn't tell whether it was an animal or a plant, and then put his hand between its two huge horns.

The big guy stuck out his tongue to lick Zhuang Buyuan's hand again.

After being sprayed with the blood of time, Zhuang Buyuan wiped his face with his hands. Although it was not much, it still contained some of the effects of the blood of time.

Everyone has no resistance to the taste of the blood of time.

"Okay, okay..." Zhuang Buyuan quickly took his hand back and ordered: "Stop!"

The big guy stopped and stared at Zhuang Buyuan with both eyes. Zhuang Buyuan could feel an emotion called "trust".

Although this thing is big, it is actually just a "newborn baby", like a blank sheet of paper.

"Good boy, you will be a member of the manor from now on." Zhuang Buyuan couldn't help but reached out and patted it. The big guy stuck out his tongue again and washed Zhuang Buyuan's face.

Zhuang Buyuan felt that he would never need to wash his face or use any skin care products in his life.

No amount of aloe vera cream or cucumber slices can compare to being licked twice a day by a big guy.

"Now let's ask the village owner to name it!" Zhao Min said.

"I'll give you a name. Well, let's call you Da Niu." Zhuang Buyuan named Geng Niu Rong.

The servants of the manor had expressions of disgust, but the big cow looked very happy. It made a cry like a moo, and its body suddenly shook. The swinging rattan began to gather together, and gradually gathered into limbs, and finally thick The roots were pulled out of the earth and gradually settled into the abdominal cavity.

In less than five minutes, a tree or... a huge bison-like creature made of entangled plant vines appeared in front of Zhuang Buyuan.

It bent its limbs and lowered its head towards Zhuang Buyuan. Under Zhao Min's encouraging gaze, Zhuang Buyuan grabbed the horns and climbed on its head.

"Master owner of the village, be careful to grab its horns..." Zhao Min quickly reminded that the village was not far away.

"Hiss..." Zhuang Buyuan failed to grasp one of them properly. His finger slipped and lightly touched the blade of the horn, and blood immediately flowed out.

Just as he was about to put his finger into his mouth, Daniel's tongue rolled over again, and he licked Zhuang Buyuan's finger with a refreshing and cool feeling. Zhuang Buyuan felt that the wound was not painful, and after a while it was itchy. , has already started to close up.

Zhuang Buyuan took a closer look at the "blade leaves" that formed the horns, and took a breath of cold air.

Although the whole body is green and it is obviously a plant, the blades exude a metallic luster and are sharper than any knife Zhuang Buyuan has seen. They are stacked in a spiral shape, hiding the blade inside.

As if sensing Zhuang Buyuan's curiosity, the bull's back arched, its ears lowered, its horns slowly stretched out like an unraveled DNA spiral, and its blades were pointed forward like a rake.

Zhao Min and others hurriedly took a few steps back, not daring to be in front of Daniel. Zhuang Buyuan had no doubt that as long as he gave the order, the charging bull could tear apart anything that stood in its way.

"The oxen fig is a creature that has been domesticated to the extreme by the manor owners. It is not only the most effective animal power in the manor, but the leaves everywhere on its body have their own uses. For example, the blades that are replaced every year are the best knives... The most important thing is that its stomach..."

"Stomach?" Zhuang Buyuan wondered.

Plants have stomachs?

"It can also be said to be a sac. It contains a special solution that can promote the cell mutation and fusion of various living creatures... The owners of the manor call it the sac of life."