Farming in the beast world starts with the cub learning system

Chapter 717 Potted Plants
The flowers in the space are very lively. Zhu Yuanyuan wants to transplant a few pots of them to add some color to the house.

Things went smoothly and there was no need for customization because even an expert in pottery making does not have a 100% success rate. There were many cracked pottery basins at home that were unusable but we were reluctant to throw them away, so they were gathering dust in the corner of the utility room.

"Little Great Wizard, just take whatever you want. You can take them all," the pottery expert said with a silly smile.

Zhu Yuanyuan carefully selected six large ceramic basins of similar size with cracks on the bottom. "These are all I'll take. I'll bring you some meat later."

"No, no," the expert pottery maker hastily refused, "I can't afford to exchange a few broken pots for meat."

"It's used. We agreed to exchange it. I dare not take it for free," Zhu Yuanyuan insisted.

The expert pottery maker blushed, "But, but the broken pottery basin cannot be used. I don't have the face to take your meat."

Zhu Yuanyuan thought for a moment, her eyes falling on the red and rough hands of the man in front of her, "How about I give you some ointment for the burn?"

Making pottery inevitably involves dealing with fire, and the chance of getting burned is relatively high, so burn ointment should always be available at home.

Sure enough, the expert in pottery was happy to hear that it was a burn ointment. He rubbed his hands and asked a little embarrassedly, "Is it OK?"

"I should be the one asking you this," Zhu Yuanyuan couldn't help laughing, "and it just so happens that I have some on me."

She put down the large backpack on her back and pretended to take out a bamboo tube from inside, but actually took it out from the space, "Here, my new burn ointment."

"Then I won't be polite," the pottery expert took it hastily.

A few useless broken ceramic basins were exchanged for a tube of burn ointment. Who could refuse such a good thing?

Anyway, he can't, so he hopes there will be a next time.

So when Little Big Witch left, he politely saw him off and said, "I have a lot of broken pottery basins at home. Come back if you need them~"

Zhu Yuanyuan responded casually, "Okay."

She didn't know whether she would want the broken clay basin again in the future, so she agreed to it first.

Now that she had the flower pots, the next step was to go home and plant the plants. She had asked Xiaoyi to find a few flowers that were growing well, dig them up with the soil, arrange the flower pots directly, and take out the selected flowers and put them directly into the pots.

I simply and roughly made the potted plants, and then watered them with some plant growth potion bought from StarCraft, and that was it.

There were two pots in the living room and one in each of the two rooms. She decided to take the last two pots to her master. After all, she had to please her boss once in a while!

As for whether the potted plants can survive...

Never mind, she had done everything she could. The fact that it survived was her credit, and the reason why it withered was that the flower was too delicate to grow, or that it couldn't adapt to the climate and soil or something.

Zhu Yuanyuan entered her master's house holding two pots of flowers. The witches who had nothing to do at the moment immediately gathered around her, asking her if what she brought were new varieties of medicinal herbs.

"Little Great Wizard is still the best," Rabbit Yuan said sourly, "I can't find new medicinal herbs at my age."

The other witches said, "Yes, the little witch is really powerful."

The same words spoken by different people can carry a variety of emotions, including envy, jealousy, and simple praise.

Zhu Yuanyuan glanced at the leader, Tu Yuan, and said, "Uncle Yuan, did you sleep too much last night and become stupid? When did I mention the new herbs I brought? Are you trying to pick a fight with me on purpose?"

"Nonsense," Tu Yuan denied, "Do I look like that kind of person?"

"Oh, it's not like that, you are that kind of person," Zhu Yuanyuan's eyes pierced through him.

Tu Yuan chuckled and wisely changed the subject, "We don't know why you brought two pots of flowers here. We were just asking out of curiosity. Don't be angry~"

"How can I not be angry?" Zhu Yuanyuan was not someone who could be easily talked to. "Quickly get out of the way. I want to give the flowers to Master." "Wait a minute," Tu Yuan looked at the two pots of flowers with a troubled face. "Do your flowers have any magical uses?"

Sending flowers to the Great Witch for no reason would make anyone who hears it think there is something fishy going on.

Zhu Yuanyuan was speechless, "Uncle Yuan, you are so old, can you be more reliable? I just picked these flowers randomly outside the tribe. I think they look good in the house."

Hu Yin came out after hearing the noise and looked at the potted plants. "How can they survive with just this little soil? Besides, it's summer now."

It’s not that no one has ever transplanted flowers, plants and trees before. Some of them survived, while others withered away. After planting so many times, some patterns were discovered: it is easier for flowers, plants and trees to survive if transplanted in spring, while more of them die in other seasons.

"It's okay," Zhu Yuanyuan raised the potted plant nonchalantly, "If it doesn't survive, go dig up two saplings. If that doesn't work, just plant some grass."

Hu Yin: "..." Are you not going to give up until the crops grow?
The witches: "..." The little witch is so patient.

There were many things in the pharmacy, and the two pots of flowers finally found their home in the main hall. Hu Yin rarely gave his apprentice a good look, "There is not much work in the morning, you sit down for a while, and I will make lunch later."

Zhu Yuanyuan smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Master."

Sure enough, receiving gifts can make people happy both physically and mentally, and the master who likes to pretend to be aloof is no exception.

But she was not at peace even when she was resting. She just sat down in the main hall with a grin on her face, and was soon surrounded by witches, who asked her where the two pots of flowers were dug out.

"I've never seen such beautiful flowers in my life," Hu Ye said exaggeratedly.

Tu Yuan agreed, "Yeah, I haven't seen it either."

Everyone looked on eagerly, their eyes full of anticipation.

"Don't even think about it," Zhu Yuanyuan shook her head helplessly, "I found them in a small valley far away from the tribe, but there weren't many of them, and I dug them all out long ago."

Hu Ye was very disappointed when he heard this, "That's such a pity."

During lunch, Tu Yuan invited with a greasy mouth, "Yuan Yuan, do you want to eat with me?"

"No, no, I have meat to eat," Zhu Yuanyuan shook her head frantically, "I made a lot of stewed meat and cold-mixed pig's head."

Fortunately, Tu Yuan had no intention of forcing it, and said with a smile, "Okay, just tell me if you need anything."

"Yes," Zhu Yuanyuan nodded expressionlessly, "I will."

He placed the pot filled with stewed meat on the table, then made a second trip to get the cold-mixed pork head and bowls and chopsticks. After setting the table, he called the master for lunch.

Hu Yin looked at the two large pots of meat and nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, there's a lot of meat. Didn't you make another main course today?"

"I've done it," Zhu Yuanyuan said calmly, "I've steamed a pot of sweet potatoes. Master, eat the meat first. If you're not full, come get more."

Meat is difficult to store in hot weather. In order to reduce the workload of processing meat every afternoon, everyone eats meat mainly, and steamed sweet potatoes serve as a snack after the meal.

After eating and drinking, Tu Yuan waved frantically again, "Come here, I have something to tell you."

Zhu Yuanyuan's face was speechless. "If you have something to say, just tell me. Why do you have to ask me to come over and make it so mysterious? People who don't know would think we are plotting something."

"Oh, that's the pot you use to plant flowers," Tu Yuan asked in a low voice, "Will an ordinary ceramic pot be fine?"

"No," Zhu Yuanyuan shook her head hurriedly, "You need a pot with a little leakage at the bottom, so that water won't accumulate and damage the roots, otherwise the flowers won't survive."

Tu Yuan chuckled when he heard that, "I knew it!"