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After a while, Sangbo came out of the alley weakly, looking desolate, "I'm overgrown with grass!"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the blue-haired man did not look at all embarrassed, except for the hint of green on his head that was particularly conspicuous among the blue hair.
The two green leaves swayed tenaciously yet fragilely in the wind.
“The grass is growing!!!”
Chapter 67 This is a trash can!!!
Cheng Che stood at the bottom of the stairs, and on the stairs in front of him sat Sang Bo, who looked aggrieved.
“Why do I want grass?”
Sambo couldn't believe it and couldn't imagine such a thing happening to him. "Sambo with grass growing on it can't be burned."
Although it is possible, it doesn't seem right no matter how I think about it.
"It's okay. I'll cut this grass until it won't grow anymore."
Cheng Che comforted him casually while cutting with the pair of small scissors in his hand.
Cut off a piece of grass, and the grass will grow again tenaciously.
On the side, Xing was holding a sealed bag full of green sprouts, and Sanyueqi next to her was holding a new sealed bag to receive the things that Cheng Che had cut.
Not far away, Dan Heng was watching quietly with his arms folded across his chest, while Seele and Bronya were immersed in confusion and unable to extricate themselves.
After a while, Sambo took a deep breath and raised his head with a look of despair, "You haven't finished cutting it yet? What can grow so long?"
"Soon, it will be enough for one meal." Cheng Che muttered, stuffing a handful of tender sprouts into the bag, "Let me cut a little more..."
Sambo: ...
"Are you using my head as a flower pot?" Sambo stood up angrily, his eyes full of shock, "What do you mean by 'enough'?"
What's the meaning!
What kind of nutrient soil is his brain? !
Cut it like this...
Will his brain disappear?!
"Trust me, it's delicious." Cheng Che's eyes flashed with seriousness, and he pushed Sangbo down to continue mowing the grass. "We'll use it for hot pot when we get back."
Sambo: ...
"You better figure it out...this is my head." Sangbo felt a little aggrieved. He didn't know how after meeting this group of people, he didn't see the fun, but instead became the fun.
Those people in the tavern saw me growing grass and turning into a flower pot...
You should be laughing happily, right?
"There is no sunlight in the lower area, and there are very few edible vegetables..." Cheng Che strictly adheres to a healthy diet and even soaks wolfberries in his thermos. How could he miss such a handful of fresh vegetables?
"Right." Sanyueqi nodded, looking serious. "Think about it, you can resell fresh vegetables in the lower district in the future. Isn't this safer than taking the risk of going to the snowfield to look for antiques? What is this called?"
"We produce and sell by ourselves!" Xing said firmly, with one hand on Sangbo's shoulder. "It's already grown, so it won't be a loss for us to benefit from it."
Sambo wanted to cry but had no tears. "Ugh... I need to pay more!"
What is self-production and self-sale?
Why must Sambo follow the pioneering team and throw bombs? !
How much fun can you have staying at Yalilo 6...
"Gaga, ga." San Yue Qi responded repeatedly, and skillfully reached out to Cheng Che's bag to take out a roll of money and stuffed it into Sang Bo's arms, "If you need credit points, that's fine, I'll find Estelle...wait..."
At this point, San Yue Qi blinked his eyes and said hesitantly, "So... can grass grow on anyone's head?"
Then...
If the space station produces and sells its own products, then we don’t have to eat dried earthworms…
"People who are trapped and bombed by Cheng Che will grow grass." Dan Heng spoke calmly, as if he had found a little pattern.
If grass grows, it will grow.
But it sounds a bit like scolding.
Sanyueqi blinked and thought hard, "Then... let the space station be blown up by the green seeds?"
"It's not like -"
Cheng Che was stunned, and the gray-haired girl covered the last few words with her hand.
"I can't say it anymore." Xing's eyes were full of sincerity, and he spoke with deep meaning, "After I say this, it's not the space station that's going to grow grass, because the space station is gone."
Cheng Che nodded and swallowed the second half of the sentence.
Xing breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hand and continued to collect fresh vegetables.
Sangbo counted the money, supporting his chin and thinking about who Cheng Che would frame next time so that he could have more fun.
As for my own head...
Forget it.
People who are fun have to accept the fact that they have become fun.
"Next time you want to stop me from talking, you can try another way." After a moment of silence, Cheng Che couldn't help but say, "I don't really like the touch of your palm."
Hearing this, Xing turned around, incredulous, "So you prefer the feel of the toilet plunger?"
How could someone have such a quirk?!
He is indeed a pervert, right?
Cheng Che: ...
Fine.
“Then let’s use the hands.” Cheng Che sighed softly and cursed the system again in his heart.
Another ten minutes passed, and Cheng Che finally stopped.
He looked at the thumb-sized green plant on Sambo's head and consoled him, "It's only as big as your finger now. You can just cut it off at night."
Sambo paused, raised his head in complaint, and said, "Can't you just finish the cutting for me?"
"It's too small and has no edible value." Cheng Che wiped the scissors clean and stuffed them into Sang Bo's hands, "Come on."
Sambo: ...
Who knows?
She was a cheerful person, but after meeting this group of people, she turned into a shrew!
Sambo's current resentment is enough to blow up the entire train set!
Sangbo tightly grasped the finger-sized pair of scissors and took deep breaths repeatedly to suppress the urge to stab the scissors into Cheng Che's chest.
Don't be impulsive.
At this time, breaking the defense loses its grace.
"Do you remember the patients crying for food in Natasha's clinic?"
Xi'er finally came to her senses and said in an unbearable tone, "We are here to find medical supplies, okay?!"
Cheng Che finally came back to his senses, "I understand."
As he spoke, Cheng Che looked around, as if he was looking for something.
"Please." The gray-haired girl stepped aside, revealing a dilapidated trash can behind her. "I think there should be something we need here."
"Why don't you turn it over?" San Yue Qi looked at the trash can with a puzzled look on his face, incredulous. "I think you can't resist the charm of a trash can."
"Because I can't find what we need. These are Cheng Che's private collections." The gray-haired girl crossed her arms over her chest, with a serious look on her face. "Private collections will only appear when Cheng Che summons them."
When I get back, I will study whether Cheng Che has a star core with special functions installed in his hand.
if not……
That might really be metaphysics.
"But now I feel that your train of thought is getting closer and closer to Cheng Che's pace." San Yue Qi was still very confused, "But I think I can keep up a little bit."
"This is the tacit understanding that only garbage can people have." Xing sighed and patted Sanyueqi on the shoulder. "Buddy, do you want to join our garbage can special operations team?"
Without waiting for San Yueqi to answer, Cheng Che bent down and took out a box of medical alcohol from the trash can.
He turned to look at Xi'er, "Are these enough? If not, I'll look in another trash can."
Cheng Che now finally understood the logic of the system.
Solving a beauty's problem is almost equivalent to improving her favorability.
Gaining favorability is roughly equivalent to finding a wife.
This is a fucking harem system...
Quite humane?
"That's enough." Xi'er swallowed hard and looked at Cheng Che with a strange look, "Thank you."
Cheng Che pursed his lips and sighed weakly.
There is indeed nothing wrong with the logic of the dead system, but it forgets one premise.
This is a trash can!!!
Chapter 68 Money! That's money!
"You're so cute."
Cheng Che squatted in front of a child with gray-brown hair and stretched out his hand to knead the child's face, "Your face is so soft too."
At the side, Xing crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, "Cheng Che, you look like a weird uncle now..."
"It's me." Cheng Che nodded without any objection.
What happened to the strange uncle?