novelraw Chapter 343 - 205: The Ninth Secret Medicine, Withered Grass Revives with New Sprouts
Chapter 343 - 205: The Ninth Secret Medicine, Withered Grass Revives with New Sprouts
At dawn, the sky over Fox Mountain is slightly brighter, just enough to make out the outlines of dark clouds.
The raging wind whistles through the mountain mist, sweeps across the vast herb fields, and breezes through the majestic car convoy!
On top of the leading car, there’s a sofa placed, where Bai Mo lounged with crossed legs, sitting in the sofa, braving the fierce wind and flying sand.
The car moves forward swiftly, and the roadside scenery retreats rapidly.
Every now and then, Bai Mo gazes around, looking at the herb fields on both sides of the road.
In some herb fields, small red figures scurry around; it’s the fox apprentices in position, either wielding small shovels to weed or brushing off leaves to remove insects.
Behind Bai Mo, there are fifty cars in total; each car carries ten fox apprentices, equipped with various shovels, water scoops, and barrels of herbicides.
"Sitting on the car top like this is quite enjoyable, except for the wind messing up my hairstyle, no complaints.
"In the future inspections of Fox Mountain, let’s use this method."
Bai Mo grinned, tidying his wind-tossed hair, watching as the convoy surged out of the thousand-acre herb field, reaching the barren grassland beyond.
He held onto the trumpet flower on the sofa’s armrest, giving commands to the driver in overalls in the car.
"Overalls, head right.
"Cars behind, just follow along."
After covering some distance, he issued orders again to the apprentices.
"Car number fifty, stop here, use the car as the center, pour the herbicide, reclaim the land!"
The fifty number car at the convoy’s end stayed in the wild, watching as the convoy moved away.
Four foxes jumped off the car carrying small buckets of herbicide, starting to pour the medicine for reclamation.
"Yip yip yip!"
"Woo woo woo!"
"Yip yip yip!"
In past reclamations, there wasn’t so much herbicide, relying entirely on the fox claws for hard pulling.
The four foxes were delighted and began sprinkling the ground with medicine.
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The convoy traveled further, the forty-nine number car at the end drove with Black Star at the wheel, stepping on the gas, hearing the master’s order from the horn in the cockpit.
"Car number forty-nine, stop immediately.
"Use the car as the center, reclaim the land!"
Black Star slammed the brakes!
After the car came to a steady halt, he and several senior apprentices on the car went to the back compartment, grabbed the barrels of herbicide, jumped down to start working!
Besides the herbicide, the car compartments had a large barrel of honey green tea and a big bowl of taro pastry, tea, and snacks specially prepared by the cafeteria.
In the past, reclamation on Fox Mountain wasn’t provided with such conditions.
During those times, thirst was quenched with cold water, and hunger with northwest wind.
"Yip yip yip!"
"Woo woo woo!"
"Yip yip yip!"
Four foxes cheered, starting to pour herbicide.
They had full confidence... Today, this piece of land, along with the green tea, including the taro pastry, could all be tackled!
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The convoy circled around the existing herb fields, advancing quickly.
Every once in a while, a car stops, uses itself as the center, and begins to reclaim the wasteland.
Car number thirty-five stopped.
White Tail wagged his tail, grabbed a small bucket, and together with three senior apprentices, surrounded the car, spiraling outward!
The small bucket’s bottom had a spray nozzle, spraying out herbicide.
The grassland in places was barren, others lush, and some areas had shrubs taller than foxes, requiring one to crawl in.
But where the herbicide reached, whether tall, short, sparse, or dense weeds, all quickly decomposed, eroded, rotted into a thick soup, rotting into the ground, transforming into fertilizer for the herbs to be planted.
The four foxes, with extensive weeding experience, spiraled outward in tandem, not wasting herbicide, not overlapping application, nor missing any spots.
Applying herbicide was a common daily task at Fox Mountain, and they were very experienced!
Suddenly, Star Claw spoke, in a language only understood by foxes.
"Yip yip woo woo woo?"
It wanted to ask if there were any rare herbs among these weeds?
White Tail grinned.
"Woo woo, yip yip yip!"
The master had sent the convoy to scavenge the area earlier, valuable herbs have already been extracted!
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Brush...
In the convoy, forty-nine cars already parked.
Like forty-nine nails driven into the vast grasslands. Using these nails as origins, they cleared weeds, loosened soil, allowing fertile fields to spread out.
Bai Mo, sitting in the lead car, patrolled back and forth within the barren land.
His Divine Sense spread out, scanning the plots of land, identifying significant issues, giving guidance to the apprentices.
"Over here, dig a pit, directly pour the herbicide inside, there are weeds underground!"
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"This spot has too many rocks below, slightly shift the grass field outward to avoid the stones."
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"Oops? This piece of land is quite fertile! Maybe some precious crops can be planted."
Bai Mo, while sitting on the car-top sofa inspecting the reclamation, opened his tablet, recording the general conditions of each herb field.
And so, more than half the morning quickly passed.
Forty-nine new herb fields, with soft, fertile soil, appeared on the vast prairie.
The apprentices wielded small shovels, starting to uncover the stones within, beginning to mend some uneven places.
Bai Mo then left early, crossing the thousand-acre herb field, returning ahead of time to Bronze Hall.
"There’s still some time before lunch. I’ll organize the documents excavated this morning."
At the entrance of the hall, Bai Mo hopped off the car, walked inside.
"Hey?"
He suddenly noticed a neatly stacked large pile of copper plates beside the Bronze Table.
"Big shipment arrived?"
Bai Mo grinned, traversed the hall, walked to the copper plates, picked up the one on top, and began reading.