Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

"Tong Ge, I'm going to start!" Carrying a stone hoe of unknown origin, Lin Jinan is reclaiming wasteland in a vacant land near the stream.

The land near the water source is moist and humid, which is suitable for planting rapeseed.

A hoe waved down, turned out the soil, a few long earthworms were alive and kicking, one was cut off by the waist, changed from one to two.

"Mr. Lin, the bottle you want has arrived." After the system finished, large and small glass bottles appeared in the empty space.

Lin Jinan put the big ones into the dark space of the backpack, leaving only a small bottle about the size of a palm.

"Mr. Lin, why do you put earthworms in the bottle?" The system watched the host move, and the glass bottle quickly filled.

"Wait and see. You'll find out in the evening." Lin Jinan looked at his scalp numb. He wrapped the bottle full of earthworms with black cloth, and the nausea in his stomach was finally suppressed.

The system can't understand the host's masochism, but Lin told it that after dark, he had to do a big thing and asked him for a flashlight that would never power off.

Lin Jinan sat on a stone to rest. He looked at the reclaimed wasteland and asked, "brother Tong, is there an acre?"

System statistics told him, not to mention a mu, even half a mu is far from enough.

Lin Jinan sighed, sighed that it was not easy to farm. He felt the fruit in his arms and bit it randomly.

It's too bitter. The degree of bitterness is comparable to drinking a whole cup of balsam pear juice.

The sun is burning the earth in an attempt to melt the world with passion.

Lin Jinan could not open his eyes in the sun, but he was very dry and had no sweat stains.

The wind blowing from the mountains, a strong drill into his body, he actually did not feel the heat.

It's strange

What happened these days is strange and strange. Lin Ji Nan looks at the stone hoe in a daze.

He rubbed the wooden handle with his fingers, and the words engraved on it were smeared with golden powder, which could not be wiped off, as if it had been soaked into the wood.

The sun has set and people who have been baked for a day can finally cool down. The hardworking residents, carrying stone tools, went together in twos and threes, and their laughter came from far away, indistinct.

With a flashlight, Lin Jinan reached into a bamboo grove.

"Mr. Lin, what are you going to do?" The system, which is rendered by the tense atmosphere, has a very low voice.

Lin Ji Nan did not answer his breath. His attention was highly focused.

During the day, he looked after it. There were chickens in this bamboo forest.

"Brother Tong, don't make a noise. I see it." Lin Jinan said as he crept closer.

The creature, with its flaxen plumage, erect its neck and make an extremely short shrill sound.

Lin Jinan pounced on him. He protected his face and was fluttered several times by his wings. He ate a few chicken feathers in his mouth.

He spat it out, seized the wings and feet of the chicken, and finally subdued it.

"Great, Mr. Lin." The system watched a fierce battle, and it had a deeper understanding of human biology.

Lin Jinan listened to the praise of the system, and his little tail would go up to the sky. He took the chicken and went back to the cave.

He took the straw rope around the chicken's feet and poured out the earthworm from the bottle.

He looked at the hen with kindness and said, "eat more, eat more, lay more eggs."

The feeding creature seems to be aware of something. It shakes and coos restlessly with its wings.