After I crossed into the book, I started to counterattack

Chapter 184

"Wow, wow, the teacher will definitely not forgive me."

"I'm dead, I'm dead."

Zhang Wencheng sat down on the ground, holding his little flower branch and crying sadly, his freshly washed face became dirty again, looking extremely pitiful.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Feng Le's heart softened all of a sudden. After all, this is not someone else, but Chen Xue's son who has helped her so much, and the little guy is quite lovable.

"I'll help you, I'll help you," Feng Le said.

Zhang Wencheng stopped crying, looked at Feng Le with eyes red with tears, and couldn't believe it, "Really, really?"

"Really." Feng Le said, then pulled him up and patted the dirt off his body.

"It doesn't seem to be too early now. If you haven't come home yet, your mother will definitely be worried. You should go home first."

Feng Le tidied up his things briefly, poured out all the fragments of the soil flower pot in the schoolbag, waved the schoolbag, and got out all the soil inside, although his Ultraman schoolbag had become Dirty, but at least there is no dirt in it.

"You go home first."

"Sister Lele, I'll watch you do it, I..." Zhang Wencheng didn't want to leave yet, he had to watch the flower be saved before he could rest assured.

Huh, originally I just wanted to salvage the flowerpot, but I didn't expect to salvage the whole plate of flowers now.

"Are you going home or not? If you don't, I won't do it, okay?" Seeing his procrastination, Feng Le released his trump card.

Hearing what Feng Le said, Zhang Wencheng became frightened, and hurriedly picked up his small schoolbag.

"Don't, sister Lele, you must save it, I'll go home right away."

"Well, go back."

Just like that, Zhang Wencheng walked away step by step. After he left, Feng Le looked at the pair of dirt leaves and dying flower branches on the ground, and sighed.

After thinking about it, Feng Le first picked out the fragments of the flowerpot, placed them in a clean space, arranged them briefly, and the pattern of the flowerpots could be seen.

It is a very ordinary flower pot.

Feng Le thought about it for a while, and immediately from his memory, he could find out where he had seen such a small flower pot before.

After finding the place for the flower pot, Feng Le went out immediately. On the way to school, he found that family and bought a flower pot of this style for a little money.

Feng Le cut down the price, besides this flower pot, she also got another pot of shallots.

Feng Le: emmm can be considered a pleasant surprise.

It can be used to eat noodles in the future!

Feng Le also asked him by the way, what kind of flowers are in small pots, white, and the flowers are very fragrant.

The man pondered for a while and replied: "There are quite a lot of small white flowers like this. What is the shape of the flowers?"

This Feng Le didn't know, she shook her head, but couldn't find Hua's information.

After returning home, Feng Le filled some soil into the flowerpot, and then planted the smothered flower in Zhang Wencheng's schoolbag.

Feng Le doesn't know how to grow flowers, so he stuffed them in a handful, and the roots were rolled up casually, stuffed in with some mud.

After planting the flowers, Feng Le licked her lips. In fact, she had always had a thought in her heart.

That is her spiritual spring water.

This spiritual spring water is so powerful and useful to people, so will it be useful to plants?
It's just that she has never had time to test it, and there was not much water before, so she didn't dare to test it.

Now looking at this pot of flower branches, Feng Le couldn't help thinking, if she feeds the plants with spiritual spring water, will the plants be different, for example, the flowers will become more beautiful, and the vegetables and fruits will become more delicious ?

Thinking of this, Feng Le was eager to try.

Feng Le got up and brought a clean glass cup again, then covered the cup with his hand, and poured all the spirit spring water for today into it.

"Tick-tock-tick-tick" Lingquan water kept coming out of Feng Le's palm, filling up the cup underneath, and then stopped, without a single drop.

Feng Le put her hands down, looked at the clear spring water in the cup, and after thinking about it, she brought a water basin, which was filled with one-third of the water.

Then Feng Le poured the spiritual spring water into the cup until it was about a third full before stopping.

Feng Le reached out to mix the water in the water basin and the Lingquan water evenly, and then poured it into the flowerpot little by little.

After pouring most of the water in, the flowerpot gradually absorbed and became saturated, and Feng Le stopped pouring water.

She looked at the flowerpot with piercing eyes, and muttered softly: "Spiritual spring water, oh, spiritual spring water, do you care about it or not?"

Lingquan water doesn't know if it works or not.

Feng Le poured the remaining water in the washbasin into the small pot with chopped green onions, and put the small pot on the balcony of the kitchen.

Feng Le looked at it for a while but didn't see any movement, so he put the flowers on the table beside him, and then took out the broom to clean up the dirty ground.

While cleaning, Feng Le thought to herself, if this spiritual spring water is useless, then she should go to the market early tomorrow to see if there are any flowers for sale.

At this time, the door of Feng Le's house rang again, this time Zhang Wencheng had no choice but to knock on the door without making a sound.

He knocked on the door with his hands, and kept shouting, "Sister Lele, I'm here, Sister Lele, how is my Huahua?"

"Why are you here? Are you full?"

"Eat, my mother has gone out to set up a street stall, so I'll come and find you."

Feng Le opened the door, and the little guy ran straight into the house, looking for his Huahua everywhere.

"It's on the table." Feng Le reminded.

Zhang Wencheng hurriedly looked at the table and saw the flower pot on the table, he yelled "Wow, that's the flower pot! Sister Lele is this flower pot, where did you find it, you too incredible!!"

Looking at Zhang Wencheng's shining eyes, as if looking at a great hero, Feng Le hooked his lips, feeling satisfied.

It's also worthy of her spending so much energy to help you find a flower pot of the same style.

"But when will this flower grow?" Exclaimed after finishing the flower pot, Zhang Wencheng looked at the bare flower branches on it again with a sad face.

"Maybe it will come out tomorrow." Feng Le is not sure, "If it doesn't grow out, go to the market tomorrow and buy a new pot of seeds."

"Oh." Zhang Wencheng nodded seriously, and said to Feng Le, "Sister Lele, thank you."

"Okay." Feng Le smiled and nodded, "Go back after reading it, you can't leave my brother alone at home, and my sister is going to go to study by herself at night."

After packing up his things, he sent Zhang Wencheng away. Feng Le cooked a noodle casually, and went to school for evening self-study after eating.

When I got home from get out of class, when I opened the door, a strong smell hit my nostrils.

(End of this chapter)