Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1384, page 1371: Yin Feng's Amazing Adventure (Part 3)

From then on, Yin Feng had one day off every week.

P.S.: When I'm not busy at work.

P.S.: The exact date is uncertain.

P.S.: If I can remember.

After all, laboratory work is like that; when things get busy, working day and night is the norm, and you don't even know the time of day.

Fortunately, Yin Feng's work mainly involves developing and iterating tools, which is done in stages.

In addition, Aunt Luo would occasionally go over and give a reminder.

Yin Feng can take a break for an average of three or four days each month.

Then, Qingyin Agriculture changed its math teacher.

As for the original teacher...

Goodbye, Pi Luyang.

Pi Luyang, I wish you happiness.

Pi Luyang is so happy, he doesn't want to do this job anymore.

Damn it, he graduated from university several years ago, and he still has to pick up high school textbooks. He doesn't know anything about them.

Do you know how painful it is to cram at the last minute every time?
I'm finally free.

Yin Feng didn't care; high school math was a piece of cake for him, and he could explain it easily.

And you'll also get a lot of admiring glances. Being a teacher is great!
What's even more satisfying is that you can also scold students.

"You are the worst class I have ever led!"

"If any of you waste even a minute, an entire class will be gone!"

“I’m not angry with you guys, I’m angry with myself.”

"If you don't study hard now, you'll regret it later!"

"Wake up, were the questions in your dream easy? Share your answers with everyone after you've finished."

"Oh, everyone's busy? Did I interrupt your tea party?"

"Our class is full of talented people! There are people who sleep, talk, and draw, but we're just missing someone who can sing opera."

Then... someone actually came up and sang a bit.

For the slackers in the class, these words were nothing new since they were little. Yin Feng's attack power was weak; he was a complete coward.

Yin Feng could finally sense that after a few years of working, those teachers would become particularly "convincing" in appearance.

I can't carry it, I really can't carry it.

They couldn't win an argument, and they didn't dare to fight back; the main problem was that they couldn't win a fight.

However, outside of the classroom, these people are quite "respectful of teachers and their teachings".

For example, Bo Zhihong.

This guy is a complete noob at games, yet he loves to play them despite his poor skills.

He would drag people to play King of Fighters whenever he had free time.

Getting angry after losing a fight often escalates into a real-life brawl.

But he never fights with Yin Feng, even if Yin Feng shaves his head, he won't lay a hand on him.

It's also possible that the seal is too weak and might get damaged.

However, when playing basketball, no one is polite and shows no respect for teachers.

There is a basketball court behind the dormitory.

It used to be outdoors.

Later, Luo Qingcai and his gang brought bricks, steel bars, and cement, and built a house around it, turning it into an indoor basketball court.

The cement floor was also covered with wooden flooring.

It's made of thick cork.

So that it won't hurt if you fall.

This is very important.

Because this place is full of musclemen, each one bigger than the last.

When playing basketball, the ball may or may not be in the background, but the players are always close together.

It crashed with a loud thud, like it was charging and smashing into a wall.

Anyone weaker would be sent flying several meters away by a single impact, landing with a thud on their backside.

They're tough and thick-skinned, so they were fine. They just dusted themselves off, got up, and kept bumping into things.

But if Yin Feng plays, it will be different from the others.

Yin Feng was thrown more than ten meters away by the impact, with both feet leaving the ground; he flew farther than the others.

Cork floors are so nice.

It didn't hurt at all when I fell.

However, Bo Zhihong was not allowed to participate in any basketball games, regardless of who organized them.

Because Bo Zhihong is so strong, if he were to go on stage, everyone else would have to fly as far as Yin Feng.

Yin Feng then realized that Bo Zhihong was actually a martial arts master and a successor of Wudang.

Beating up a bitch like Qian Xiaoqi is like beating up a chick.

Even a giant like Luo Zitong would only be a small chick when beaten up.

It's incredibly fierce; it can knock you down with just a tug.

Whenever they "get to work," it attracts a large crowd to watch and cheer for Bo Zhihong's opponent.

Then I watched as Bo Zhihong shoved it left and right, like he was playing with a spinning top.

However, none of them were real fights; they were just playing around, and the others were the ones being played.

But Bo Zhihong didn't play for free; he would teach him a couple of moves each time, probably so that he could have more fun next time.

Yin Feng also learned from him the legendary Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap.

The one where you can jump onto the roof from a standing position.

Yin Feng personally witnessed Bo Zhihong jump up and scramble up a four-meter-high wall.

I've also personally witnessed him jump down from the fourth floor and he was perfectly fine.

So there really is such a thing as light-footed kung fu.

If you're going to learn this, then you should learn this.

Then, on the first day of practice, Yin Feng twisted his ankle. His ankle swelled up like a steamed bun, and he limped for three days.

He was then expelled from the sect, told he wasn't cut out for it, and bid farewell to his days of being dressed in white and moving like the wind.

But riding a horse through the world is still worth a try.

Besides acting as a "human crane" to help out everywhere, Bo Zhihong also took care of horses.

There are two horses on the mountain in Ping'an Gully. Bo Zhihong took Yin Feng to see them.

One horse is gold, and the other is red; they look especially dashing.

They are all said to be the legendary Akhal-Teke horses.

Yin Feng fell in love at first sight; what man doesn't like a tall, imposing figure?

Just looking isn't enough; Yin Feng couldn't wait to ride one.

Bo Zhihong hesitated for a moment, then said he could sneak a couple of rides, but on one condition: he had to help him clean the stables.

Is this a condition?
Compared to riding a magnificent horse, cleaning the stables is nothing.

Yin Feng agreed immediately.

Then Bo Zhihong led out two horses and let Yin Feng ride the red one, saying that red horses are docile.

Yin Feng also had this intention.

A red Akhal-Teke horse, Guo Jing's little red horse.

Multiple groups.

Yin Feng rode horses; he had ridden them in scenic areas when his father took him on trips when he was a child.

But can the horses in the scenic area compare to Akhal-Teke horses?
While standing, Yin Feng was fine, but sitting on horseback, he looked around and enjoyed the unique perspective.

When he walks, he is fine. Yin Feng will rise and fall with his movements, his back is held high, and he imagines himself "riding a swift horse in the spring breeze, seeing all the flowers of Chang'an in a day".

However, he forgot that there was a bad boy behind him.

Bo Zhihong raised his hand and slapped the horse's rump.

The big red horse received the signal and darted off in a flash.

Yin Feng exclaimed, "My God!"

The wind whistles in my ears, lightning flashes before my eyes, and I am about to disappear in an instant.

Yin Feng grabbed the horse's neck, tears and snot streaming down his face, feeling as if his body was flying ahead while his soul was drifting behind.

Actually, it wasn't running very fast at all. The Flame Queen was a docile horse; she knew her limits. Her hooves hadn't even started to fly yet; she was just trotting.

The speed is only thirty or forty kilometers per hour, about the same as a bus.

The only difference is that on a bus you sit inside, while on a horse you sit outside, facing the wind. Bo Zhihong chuckled inwardly, using his light-footed skills to follow behind.

Even if Yin Feng falls, he's confident he can catch him before he hits the ground, give him a princess carry and spin him around, no big deal.

However, it seems that Yin Feng's riding skills are quite good, or perhaps he was just too scared to ride and held on tightly.

He spun around the platform once and miraculously didn't fall off.

When we got back to the stables.

The Flame Queen snorted and stopped; she hadn't had enough of running.

Yin Feng felt he was about to die.

Bo Zhihong carried them down from their horses.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he knelt down again with a thud.

When I looked up again, my eyes were red from the wind.

My face turned bright red; I was so embarrassed and ashamed.

I feel like I've said goodbye to racing for the rest of my life.

Yin Feng knelt on the ground for a long time before standing up, and only then did his heart settle back down.

But Bo Zhihong was not at all "chivalrous towards women".

Yin Feng had barely stood up when he urged him to complete the task of cleaning the stables.

Then, Yin Feng's eyes reddened again.

This time it was smoked.

Nobody told me these two horses could pull so much!
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Ping'an Ditch is home to many small animals, including those that fly in the sky, run on the ground, and jump in the trees.

But Yin Feng's favorite animal in the lab was a fat, glossy rat weighing over ten kilograms.

This big rat is no ordinary creature; it loves to eat, can eat a lot, and knows how to eat well.

They pick and choose whatever tastes good; they're quite picky.

Moreover, it possesses some mystical abilities; even if it has never seen something before, it can still pick out the tastiest crop from a pile and let it chew on it first.

As for why?
do not know.

It might be talent.

Scientific research always involves a bit of metaphysics.

There's a saying that in my senior's experimental procedure, one step was to bang his head against the machine three times at 3:30 pm, then dance a little swan dance, and then eat a bowl of noodles, which had to be beef noodles with only scallions and no cilantro, with exactly two pieces of beef in the noodles, and then burp after eating.

It's best to do that anyway.

This is called "the machine's soul is overjoyed".

Therefore, this large rat, which has a somewhat mystical aura, has become a filter for cultivating crops.

When it comes to breeding, once it reaches the laboratory trial stage, it is often necessary to plant hundreds of varieties at once, and then select the best batch from them to continue the iteration.

With so many varieties, how do I choose?

Then please welcome our special guest, an unofficial member of the laboratory, a man with countless wives and concubines, who has given birth to dozens of children in two years and has four generations living under one roof but doesn't recognize a single one of his own children, a big rat weighing fourteen and a half pounds!

Put them all in one pile, and the big rat will eat whichever one it chooses first, and that one will taste the best.

This big rat is very well-behaved; it has no other ambitions besides eating and having babies.

As long as you feed it well, you can pet and rub it however you like, and pat its fat body and it will look like waves.

Everyone in the lab loves it.

However, there are also some particularly annoying animals.

A white deer and a gray, lazy pony that never runs and always bounces.

Those two naughty things sneak into the greenhouse without you even noticing.

It will gnaw on anything it sees, but after nibbling on it, it won't eat it; it will chew a couple of times and then spit it out.

Especially that little white deer, it runs incredibly fast. It runs away when someone chases it, and stops when someone stops. After stopping, it sticks out its butt and wags its short tail.

It's especially infuriating.

A pure and simple troublemaker.

As a result, these people in the laboratory have an additional, enjoyable form of entertainment in their spare time.

They would occasionally rush into the greenhouse to herd deer and catch horses.

They were chased and intercepted, but were run away like dirt.

Especially in the following year, the little white deer not only grew bigger, but it also grew antlers.

They often stop running halfway through and turn around to headbutt people.

It hurts quite a bit when you bump it.

It is precisely because of these two scourges that a group of geniuses who spend all their time in the laboratory, working day and night to produce brains, have managed to maintain a limited amount of physical activity.

Although I always get scolded half to death by Teacher Wenying after exercising.

Especially the one who forgot to close the door...
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In conclusion, Yin Feng's life in Ping'an Gou was very pleasant.

I am fully focused when I work, and every day presents a challenge.

During my break, I wandered around aimlessly.

Go to the orchard on the mountain and chat with Li Yongyun, listen to his stories of love and hate between Yellow Claw Lightning, Little Gray, Niu Niu, and Pi Wa.

The love story of four geese—two males and two females—is so melodramatic.

Or they would go around with Zhuang Qingsheng, carrying their paintbrushes. Zhuang Qingsheng always liked to paint in strange places, on tree branches, in ditches, at the base of walls... even on pumpkin leaves and watermelon vines.

Anyway, he can always find a fun place to draw a few strokes.

However, most of these works cannot be preserved; they are gone after just one rain.

If it's gone, it's gone. He'll just draw again. He doesn't have any particular purpose; he just wants to draw.

Zhuang Qingsheng was the introverted young man I met in the reading area on my first day off, the one sitting in the corner with his drawing board.

Yin Feng only learned later that Zhuang Qingsheng, Li Yongyun, and many other people who seemed strange and spoke slowly and haltingly were all graduates of special education schools.

The world they see is different from what others see.

Yin Feng still has a portrait that Zhuang Qingsheng painted for him. His face is very white, like a cloud.

My body feels like it's raining, a warm, orange rain.

The four limbs are like four dragonflies, dancing in the rain.

It's strange, I don't quite understand it, and I want to take another look.

Zhuang Qingsheng said the painting depicted his first impression of Yin Feng: his face was pale, and he walked with a light, airy gait, as if he could fly…

Is this how Zhuang Qingsheng sees him?
So this is how Zhuang Qingsheng sees me?
A free cloud, a warm rain, and a few graceful dragonflies.

It feels so wonderful.

Yin Feng wants to preserve this painting forever...

However, during their time in Ping'an Gou.

Yin Feng felt that the best day was the day he saw the Super Malan grass sprout in the live broadcast.

Yin Feng cried, and stayed up all night crying under the covers.

I laughed all night.

Is this what it feels like to finally succeed after putting in countless hours of hard work?

It's absolutely wonderful.

Yin Feng felt as if he had truly become a cloud, floating above the desert, sprinkling raindrops to nourish the earth.

The super wild grass in the desert happily sprouted and grew in the rain, growing taller and denser, and blooming with small purple flowers.

It felt like a dream, and also like the future before my eyes...

The next day, everyone in the lab had red eyes.

There's no need to deny it, and it's not something we can deny, everyone cried.

This journey has been incredibly difficult, filled with countless days and nights.

But in the end...

"We've got it working!!!"

It was someone who shouted.

The laboratory erupted in cheers.

Countless documents were thrown into the sky, turning into falling rain.

Countless cheers pierced through the rooftops, transforming into thunder that resounded through the sky.

Countless weary tears welled up in the corners of their eyes, transforming into the first iris quietly blooming in the desert...

Teacher Wenying, unusually, brought out some wine and started the revelry.

Countless wine glasses were raised high, transforming into a cascading galaxy, flowing into mouths, swallowed into stomachs, and surged into hearts.

That day.

Everyone was drunk...

(End of this chapter)