He still needed to buy a ticket to enter the Castle of Black Iron! Sitting on the ground, Zhang Tie forced a smile. Just now, he felt as if his brain had been sucked out and his body had "collapsed" into a dark tunnel. It was too terrifying. For a few seconds, Zhang Tie even doubted whether he would die. If this was the feeling of overdrawing his spiritual energy, Zhang Tie would never do it again.
Now that he had woken up, Zhang Tie found that he was covered in cold sweat in only a few minutes. Even his body seemed to be a bit weak. It seemed that overdrawing his spiritual energy was not a joke. Shaking his head, Zhang Tie still felt that the terrifying feeling of being devoured by the darkness had not been completely eliminated.
"There must be something wrong. Something is wrong!"
Although Zhang Tie felt a bit uncomfortable, it didn't affect his thinking. Zhang Tie felt that fetching water from the outside to irrigate the land might be a very, very stupid method for the Castle of Black Iron. Obviously, the Castle of Black Iron was not an ordinary place. Since the owner of this place needed to constantly expand the land and plant plants to release the so-called "life potential energy", it was impossible for the owner of this place to not consider the problem of water source for the growth of plants. Well, even if the land here was very fertile and didn't need to be irrigated, all the plants could grow well without having to fetch water from the outside. What about the "basic energy storage"? What about the "Pool of Chaos"? Didn't the garbage treatment plant need to constantly throw things into it to convert materials into basic energy? In order to obtain the "basic energy reserve", based on the current situation, did he have to be a "porter" again? Did he have to keep moving things back and forth in the room?
Thinking that some functions in the Castle of Black Iron would consume tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even a huge amount of basic energy storage, Zhang Tie became furious. "F * ck, it's definitely not like this. If it's like this, what kind of castle owner am I? Am I a porter in the railway station? If I enter and exit the Castle of Black Iron five or six times a day and continuously move things for 30-50 years, will I be able to expand one mu of land here? Isn't this a scam?
'No, it's definitely not like that. I must have made a mistake or haven't discovered some mysterious function of this space. The Castle of Black Iron looks very advanced. That f * cking system is also awesome. How could it make such a low-level mistake? If that's the case, doesn't it mean that the rich people in Blackhot City have to take off their clothes, find an underground plot of land to plant vegetables, dig coal, and start a fire in order to have a meal in the Black Gold Hotel?
After thinking for a long time, Zhang Tie still couldn't find an answer. Feeling that his IQ had been hit, Zhang Tie directly swore inside before throwing this question to the back of his mind. "F * ck, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll just take it as being pranked by the bastard who created the Castle of Black Iron. So what if I'm a porter? Some people are not qualified to be a porter even if they want to. Isn't it perfect to have some defects? Now, the Handsome and Magnificent Castle Lord has become a poor porter in the future. The Castle of Black Iron is finally perfect. Is there anything more perfect than this? "
This was Zhang Tie's personality. Sometimes, he was a bit neurotic and a bit pessimistic when encountering setbacks. However, sometimes, he was also quite open-minded. Once he decided to give up or do something, he would find numerous reasons to comfort himself and become complacent. One second ago, he felt that Miss Daina was his favorite; the next second, he felt that the life of a man with a harem was really wonderful. If that was the case, the love that he had never experienced before would be perfect only when the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled, the earth shook, and the mountains trembled. The more breasts, butts, figures, faces, tastes, coquettish girls, beauties, and mature women, the better it would be...
Perhaps humans themselves were a collection of contradictions.
At the same time, Zhang Tie forgot about this problem. Another urgent and unavoidable problem appeared in front of him — how could he recover his spiritual energy? How long would it take for him to recover? If it took too long and his parents found him not at home and locked the door of the washroom from the inside, he would not know how to explain it to them when they found that he was not at home and that the door of the washroom was locked from the inside. Or perhaps, when he suddenly appeared out of nowhere, he would be standing in front of his parents who had already returned home?
Even with Zhang Tie's intelligence, he had no solution to this problem. "Whatever, I'll just take it one step at a time. If it really comes to that, I'll just confess and be punished with a paddle. After all, it's not like I haven't been punished before. Will my parents sell me?"
Zhang Tie suddenly felt that all the problems were not that terrifying. He patted his butt and stood up. After walking a few steps, he turned back and picked up the two empty buckets, walking towards the small tree. The small bag of seeds that Grandma Teresa had given him was still there. Zhang Tie had not opened it yet. Now was the right time.
Walking to the small tree, Zhang Tie put down the buckets and squatted down to pick up the cloth bag of seeds. He untied the rope at the mouth of the cloth bag and casually shook it, causing all the seeds inside to fall out.
Obviously, Grandma Teresa was a very meticulous person. There were eight small paper bags in the cloth bag, each of which was marked with the names of the seeds.
The smallest paper bag was marked with the words "Green Leaf Grass", while the smaller ones were marked with the words "Morning Glory", "Olive", "Water Wax", "Photinia rubrata", "Honey Pear", and "Radish". At the sight of the word "Radish", Zhang Tie scratched his head gloomily, doubting whether Grandma Teresa had made a mistake. "Olive" was easy to understand as it was the symbol of the Grepis School, so it was reasonable for Grandma Teresa to give it to him. "Honey Pear" was not only edible, but its flowers were also brilliant, which was understandable. But what about the radish? Plus the "Olive" and "Honey Pear", three of the seven seeds were edible. If one more was added, half of them would be edible.
What did that mean? Zhang Tie scratched his head. Did Grandma Teresa use these "seeds" to repay the rice soup that the Zhang family had sent to the orphanage over these years? This logic was a bit weird.
Seeing the largest paper bag lying on the ground, Zhang Tie directly tore it open without looking at the name. Then, several walnuts rolled to Zhang Tie's feet, making him completely speechless — — food again.
Whatever, as long as they could grow and provide spiritual Qi to this space, any seeds would be fine. As long as they were edible, it would be better. It was killing two birds with one stone. After all, it was such a large piece of land, so he could plant whatever he wanted. However, as there were so many seeds in such a large space, Zhang Tie had to make a plan about where to plant them. These seeds were natural landmarks. After planting them, Zhang Tie felt that he could divide the four directions of Castle of Black Iron into north, south, east and west.
Taking the Manjusaka Karma Fruit Tree as the center, according to the default perspective that he saw when he opened the map of the Castle of Black Iron last time, he would plant the olive tree on the top of the map, namely the north; he would plant the red leaf heather on the bottom of the map, namely the south; honey pear on the west; and walnuts on the east. As for the rest, he would plant them randomly in the four directions of the Castle of Black Iron. As for radishes, since they were edible, he would plant them neatly beside the potatoes and cornfields.
After making the decision, Zhang Tie started to move. He opened the bags of the green leaf grass, morning glory, and red leaf heather and shook the seeds together before scattering them. Zhang Tie was not good at planting these things at all. He just instinctively felt that these things could be seen everywhere in the wild. As long as he let nature take its course, there was no need to make it so troublesome. He would just treat it as the wild.
About 20 m away from the small tree, Zhang Tie trotted around and scattered the seeds. In less than three minutes, he had sowed three bags of plant seeds.
After planting the first three bags, Zhang Tie became more serious. About 50 m to the north of the small tree, Zhang Tie inserted a steel bar into a row of small pits and buried the olive tree seeds. He also did the same thing to the south and the east sides. However, as the walnuts were bigger, Zhang Tie dug a bit deeper than the others. Actually, it was not accurate to call it digging. For Zhang Tie, he just inserted the steel bar into the soil a bit deeper and stirred it a bit. After that, he buried the walnuts. Zhang Tie didn't know whether it was right or not. Anyway, it was like this. As for the rest, it was up to God to decide.
As walnuts were extremely expensive, Zhang Tie had rarely eaten them since he was young. When he buried the walnuts, he couldn't stand the temptation and ate one of the attractive walnuts. Finally, he only planted seven walnuts out of the eight that Grandma Teresa had given him.
After planting the walnuts, Zhang Tie ran to the "vegetable field" and casually found an empty space beside the corn field to plant the radishes. After that, he inserted the steel bar into the ground and clapped his hands in satisfaction.
For Zhang Tie, this seemed to be his biggest achievement today. As for whether he should water them again or not, Zhang Tie decided to wait for a month. If the seeds that he had planted today still didn't sprout after a month, then he would have paid the tuition fee and gained experience points. In the future, he could always water them again after he was tired.
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