After Lao Yang's mobilization, the elves started to work that night.

Very voluntary, very active, and very happy.

Because Lao Yang told them that after the fruit trees arrive, the variety of fruits and quality can attract more animals and birds to provide spiritual energy to the life tree and provide more elves.

"With more elves, our elves city will be built. What are you? The founder of the city’s founding father, the founder of the city’s construction! From now on, you will be the top of the tree of life. At that time, you can pick so many fruits, you can roll on the bananas, go to the pile of oranges to make somersaults, and use watermelon to play snowball fights, and you are always excited!"

Uncle Yang painted a beautiful prospect for the elves, and the elves were really moved.

He has the potential to be a pyramid scheme and become a mentor.

The earth elves go to dig pits, the monster elves tame pigeons, the night elves patrol the territory, and Lao Yang goes to bed.

When I woke up in the morning, the weather was misty, and countless small water droplets were floating in the air, which was very wet.

He opened the window and took a deep breath. The warm and fresh water vapor entered his body through his nose, and a pleasant fragrance refreshed his heart.

The fragrance of grass, the light fragrance of flowers, and the strong fragrance of civets, they twist into an unprecedented fragrance.

Early in the morning, the couple parrots stood on the windowsill and clamored. What’s different today is that there were cooing sounds mixed in. Several carrier pigeons were also staying on the windowsill. They were full of energy, with letter bags I just bought yesterday on their ankles, and there was also a letter bag on their necks, ready to go.

Uncle Yang called John over and asked, "How do you use these carrier pigeons? Is it enough to take them to the town to recognize the way?"

John said: "Last night, Lucy had already taken them to pass by, and temporarily trained them to only go to the flower shop, Barnes farm and fast restaurant. You put the letter into the letter bag on their necks, they will go to the flower shop, put the letter into the letter bag on the right, they will go to the fast restaurant, put the letter into the left, and they will go to the farm. If all three letter bags have letters, they will fly all three places in order."

Uncle Yang exclaimed: "So smart?"

John laughed: "More than that, if we need them to go to more places in the future, we can do intensive training, and they will be excellent little postman."

Uncle Yang nodded with satisfaction and then prepared breakfast.

He was in a happy mood and stewed a rice porridge as he heard the song from the radio. He then took out a butter cake from the freezer and heated it up briefly, and served with pickled spicy and sour cucumber pickles. This was a wonderful breakfast.

Hall asked for leave to accompany him to the bank transfer. After receiving the money, the farm owner contacted the workers he hired last night to work.

All of these workers were white. Yang Shubao was surprised. Hall quietly explained: "They are all bankrupt people. They are unwilling to be homeless people and can only sell hard work. A tree costs five dollars, which is cheap labor."

"It only takes five dollars to dig a tree?" Uncle Yang was shocked.

This labor is really cheap.

Someone saw ripe fruit hanging on the tree and wanted to pick one to eat. When the farm owner saw it, he was furious: "Hey, I invited you to work, not thieves!"

The white young man smiled and took his hand back. Yang Shubao walked out and said, "It's okay. If you pick it for the sake of eating, then pick it casually and pick whatever you want."

After hearing this, the workers smiled.

The farm owner warned Yang Shubao unhappily: "You are too weak to them, you will regret it. They will definitely ruin your fruits! Not only will they pick them, but they will also steal them and take them home. All white people..."

Speaking of this, he looked at Hall, resisted and said nothing but hummed.

Hall's face turned gloomy, but he couldn't get angry without saying anything ugly. Moreover, he is still Yang Shubao's agent, and he has no say in his opinion.

Yang Shubao said calmly: "After the fruit tree is dug out, it will be sent to the transport truck. Even if no one picks the fruit, it will most likely fall into the transportation process. Instead of wasting me, it would be better to give it to someone."

"Then you are so kind." The farm owner curled his lips and smiled.

Yang Shubao patted his shoulder and said, "I must be kind. What is important to me now is not to save the fruit, but to save the life of the fruit tree. If they secretly do something like shoveling the roots of the fruit tree for me, what should I do?"

The farm owner explained: "I will check it for you, they can't get their wages when they do it."

Yang Shubao smiled. He would rather believe these strange coolies than believe in an acquaintance who abandoned his wife if he had money.

There was a small amount of sugar cane in the farm, but this one could not be dug away. Uncle Yang cut one into pieces and put it in his pocket and ate it.

After a while, a jeep drove in, and a giant man walked out of the car, and the vest that was soaked in the drizzle was pressed against him, outlining explosive muscle lines.

Hall pointed at him and said, "This is the foreman of the team, his name is..."

"Big Beast Dragon?" said Yang Shubao.

"Uh, yes, this is his nickname, do you know him?" Hall was surprised.

"I beat him up."

At this time, the two met, and the giant beast dragon walked over with a gloomy face and said, "I heard from my friend that today's customer is a yellow man, so I guess it was you." Mobile::

He said that, he stretched out his hand.

Uncle Yang shook hands with him, but he shook for a while and then pulled his wrist.

Hall quickly taught him: "Shake hands first, then wrists, and finally shake hands. After letting go, you must end up hitting the fist. This is the gang's handshake method. Each action has its own meaning, namely greetings, greetings, responses, and blessings."

This handshake action is not complicated, and Yang Shubao understood it as soon as he heard it.

After hitting the fist, the giant beast dragon pointed at him and said, "My friend told me about the matter. I would like to thank you for them. It is always good to be able to eat fruits to quench your thirst while working."

Although the other party's posture was very rude, Lao Yang was considerate that he was a brainless and rough man, so he didn't care. He smiled and said, "You're welcome. I didn't expect this to be a dinosaur gang. For your sake, I asked my friend to buy two juicers."

After saying that, he shouted to the workers: "I am friends with the Begodon, so I will prepare a juicer for you to squeeze sugarcane juice to quench your thirst. If you have any questions, you can tell the Begodon directly and he will contact me."

Anyway, he needs a juicer to squeeze juice for the elves to drink, and then he can't take it away if the sugarcane cannot be transplanted, so why not give it to the giant beast dragon?

This can also make the tiger's skin a big banner.

The workers immediately worked harder, and their actions of unscrupulously shoveling became cautious, and some tree roots were deliberately avoided.

The giant beast dragon suddenly felt faced, and when he looked at Yang Shubao again, his eyes and expression were much gentler.

There was no longer any Lao Yang in the farm, and he said to Hall: "Accompany me to the outdoor goods store, I have to buy some bowstrings."
Chapter completed!