PFC Chapter 3013: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (47)
Chapter 3013: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (47)
Chapter 3013: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (Forty-Seven)
Everyone squatted in the backyard with their heads down.
Although they have special skills, the umbrella in Schiller's hand is not bad either. The key is that if it really only makes two bumps on their heads, it would be fine. But Schiller's umbrella is also a controlled prop. Just one look at the pattern on it will make you dizzy and you will have to stay in place for at least two or three minutes to recover.
Schiller took advantage of the time when they were dizzy to scold them severely, not sparing any part from their personality to their character. His criticism was well-reasoned and precise, and it made people feel that their life was over after listening to it.
Everyone thought he might as well be a venomous snake.
Of course, they were soon driven up from the ground by Schiller, who gave them a whole list and told them to go to the supermarket to buy things.
During the time he lived here, Schiller had become quite experienced in hosting a banquet and was no longer as flustered as he was at the beginning.
He understood that sometimes it did take a few days to hold a formal banquet, but if everyone had to be gathered together immediately, then as long as the venue and food were prepared, everything else would be secondary.
So Schiller didn't prepare invitations. He just took a photo of the sunset on the lake and sent it to the email addresses of all the people he wanted to invite, telling them that he was going to host a lakeside dinner to enjoy the most beautiful sunset in Gotham this summer.
Perhaps it was because the battle between the two witches caused the optical phenomena in the sky to be distorted, the sunset tonight was particularly brilliant.
Clusters of soft clouds just floated above the setting sun, dyed a warm orange by the afterglow of the setting sun, like orange soda with ice. Red and purple floated in the dark, as if a spoonful of mulberry syrup was added to the soda. Watching the two gorgeous colors blend and seep into each other, and under the refraction of the glass, they became more psychedelic and gentle.
Schiller put down the prepared drink and saw Gordon's car arrive through the kitchen window. He calculated the time and guessed that Gordon had brought a lot of food again.
Unexpectedly, Barbara also came out of the car, holding their daughter. It seemed that he had wasted time in going back to pick up his wife and daughter.
Wanda and Jarvis arrived in a car behind. They were talking about the giant animals. After Circe's witchcraft power was broken, everyone changed back, but there were still some casualties, such as the stubborn gorilla who fell from the building and broke his leg.
The chaos caused by this incident will take some time to calm down, but fortunately, as the days go by, the temperature is gradually dropping, and now the late nights are no longer so hot and humid. Perhaps after a few days, there will be a cool breeze in the mornings and evenings.
Schiller put the prepared drinks on the cart, pushed the cart to the backyard, and then pushed it along the lawn to where they were going to have their meal today.
As soon as he walked out of the backyard, he saw a figure peeking out. Miss Richie came out from the side of the yard. She took a look at the house and said, "I thought I had found the wrong house. I didn't expect this to be your house."
"You look surprised, why?"
"You don't look like a wealthy person... I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything. Is there anything you can help me with?"
"Go wait in the yard for a moment, I'll be back soon."
Schiller had just finished delivering the drinks when a slightly unfamiliar car stopped at the door and a man got out. It was Hekman, and then Cobert got out.
They seemed to be talking about the situation in Arkham Asylum. Schiller walked to the main entrance to greet them. Heckman quickly came up and shook hands with Schiller and said, "Thank you very much, Professor. Pari likes it there very much. She will definitely get the best treatment in Arkham Asylum. Dr. Brand also said that her condition is not serious and may improve in a month."
"That couldn't be better, sir, Oswald. Pamela is waiting for you by the lake. Please go over quickly. I want to talk to this gentleman alone."
Cobert nodded to him. Although it was a bit rude not to greet his host, he was more concerned about the specific drug for Alzheimer's disease, so he hurried to the lake.
Pamela was standing under the largest tree. She and Zatanna had built a swing there, and she was swinging gently on it.
Seeing Cobert coming, she didn't stand up, but just sat there and said, "Good news, we found the original species. It looks like there is some energy we haven't seen before. It may be a special effect ingredient, but it will take some time to extract it."
"The bad news is that there aren't enough original species. We have to carry out artificial breeding. My suggestion is to build a plantation in Gotham. Once the drug is extracted, even if the yield is low and the price is high, there will be people who will buy it. Maybe we can even make a small profit."
Cobert didn't care about this. He said, "I will invest as much money as you want, but I hope you can produce results."
"Professor Schiller said that he has helped me solve the problem of those annoying plant protectionists through a deal with Amanda. No one will interfere with me, so I can naturally come up with a result that satisfies you, but there is more to it."
Pamela sighed, stood up from the swing and said, "I don't know how long Amanda's help can last. It would be bad if those people come back. I hope I can gain a reputation and status that they can't shake."
"If you can really develop a specific drug for Alzheimer's disease, you will definitely win the Nobel Prize," said Cobert.
"Yes, so what I want to talk about is not my business. My teacher Victor's dense ice technology has never been submitted for the competition because he has an agreement with the gangster family to strictly keep the technical information confidential and not to display or trade it to the outside world. But I think this technology is completely worthy of an award."
"I'll go talk to them," Cobblepot said. "We can renegotiate the deal, and maybe he can win a Nobel Prize."
Pamela was finally satisfied. She said, "Don't blame me for being too ambitious. After experiencing the mortgage crisis and the disruption caused by plant protectionists, I finally realized that nothing is more powerful than oneself. The right to speak is the only way to deal with social crises, just like Professor Schiller."
"I've always thought you were a true plant conservationist." Cobert said as they walked by the lake, "I'm glad you understand that giving plants more initiative to survive is not about letting them jump up and beat humans, but about showing their own value like humans."
Pamela smiled and said, "I don't know which one the high plant god needs, but it seems that I need the second one more. If he regards this as humiliating submission and wants to give up on me and find someone else, I will not change my mind."
"He won't. If he wanted the former, then a great war would have broken out between plants and animals tens of thousands of years ago. But in fact, plants have been eaten and used by animals all along. However, even though the dinosaurs have been extinct for so long, plants are still everywhere, lush and green."
"Each group provides value to another group, and then receives the value of this group in return. Humans eat plants and then return to the earth as nutrients. I just hope that plants can have a higher value than food, which will be more conducive to their reproduction."
"And those false plant protectionists hope that humans will not eat or use plants. If one day plants are completely worthless to humans, they may become completely extinct like many worthless things."
"I hope Amanda can teach them a lesson." Pamela shrugged and looked at the sunset in the distance.
Soon, other guests at the banquet arrived one after another, but Schiller had not shown up yet. They didn't know what the professor was keeping secret, but they gathered in groups of three or four by the lake to chat and admire the brilliant sunset reflected on the lake.
The vast lake surface was sparkling, and the unsightly construction site in the distance had been cleared away, leaving only row after row of lush green trees, the interwoven gold and green like the pattern on a throne.
Schiller was standing in the yard, and in front of him, inside a crude fence made of branches, there were two shivering pigs.
Schiller wiped the kitchen knife in his hand, looked at Heckman and Miss Rich standing in front of him and asked, "Do you have any experience in butchering?"
"Uh, pig?" Heckman scratched his head and said, "I'm afraid not. I haven't even eaten pork."
"Well, what about you, miss?"
Miss Rich was looking at the two pigs in the pen with some curiosity. Then she said, "Do you believe me when I say this is the first time I've seen live pigs?"
Schiller sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, I'm going to introduce you to the standard pig slaughtering process. Of course, before that, please allow me to introduce the breeding experience of Eastern countries. If you want pork to not have such a strong fishy smell, you must castrate it when it is young."
"Although these two pigs are already grown, I think the necessary procedures should still be followed. Bring the knife and I will teach you how to castrate and bleed them."
In less than ten minutes, people were attracted by the noise in the yard and ran over to see Heckman and Miss Richie being chased around the yard by pigs.
People who have experience in surviving in the rural area should understand that killing a pig is not that easy. After all, it is a large animal. It is not a problem for it to knock down a group of adults with one charge. However, it is very difficult to kill a pig without experience.
But these two men were obviously not weaklings. Even though they could not defeat the two crazy pigs head-on, they at least had knives in their hands, and they could strike the pigs whenever they could. The pigs were covered with scratches, and they rushed around even more frantically, and the people clinging to the wall were watching with great interest.
"Who do you think can deal with these two big guys first?" Star-Lord asked Rocket next to him.
"Of course it's that man. Even though he's a little skinny, he looks like he's practiced before. He's definitely better than that delicate little girl."
Of course, some people think that it is cruel to treat animals in this way. Wanda felt a little bit reluctant, but Gordon next to her seemed to have thought of something. He pulled Wanda over and whispered something in her ear. Wanda showed a look of sudden enlightenment, and then started to cheer for Miss Richie at the top of her voice, and even wanted to use the power of scarlet to help her cheat secretly.
But unfortunately, her actions were discovered by Jarvis, and Wanda had to give up. She could only mutter a few words secretly.
As a result, the pig that Miss Richie was chasing, which was slightly smaller, somehow tripped over the steps and hit its head on the tree. Miss Richie didn't brake in time and hit the pig head-on.
When she was about to bump into it, she instinctively put her hand forward to block it, but she still had the knife in her hand, and she stabbed the knife into the pig's butt, and the pig screamed and rushed out.
The back door was not closed tightly, and the pig broke it open and rushed out. Another pig also broke free from Hekman and rushed out of the backyard, howling.
Now the others couldn't watch the fun any more, as everyone was busy catching pigs on the lawn.
To be honest, these people were not ordinary people. Two ordinary domestic pigs were no match for them. The two pigs were chased around and were soon forced to the edge of the lake.
Finally, Rocket launched a big net and caught both pigs. He had just been knocked over by one of the pigs because he was too small. He covered his chest and shouted, "I'll show them how powerful Grandpa Rocket is! Star-Lord, go chop down some trees! I'm going to roast them!!!"