Chapter 1366: What kind of garbage are you?

Meg's eyes lit up and looked at the crayfish in the big tank. It was bigger than the head of the ordinary crayfish. It turned over and the belly was red. It was the kind of shrimp he was looking for.
And it should have been caught from the sea, the activity is very good, waving a pair of big pliers played a lot of fun.
Meg carefully counted it again, a total of 45.
In addition to the shrimp he received from the fishermen in the past few days, the number of shrimps in his hands has now reached 62, completely exceeding the number of shrimp tasks that were halved after the system bargained.
"There are a total of forty-five. When I go back in a few days, I will prepare 5,000 clay shells for you as soon as possible." McGonagall looked at Dexter in a good mood and smiled and said: "This shrimp The number is enough, and you have to run this trick."

It’s our pleasure to serve you, Landister thank you for your generosity,
Dexter said with a smile, although in order to catch the little shrimp, he dispatched almost all of Landis, who was able to leave the seal. The people, including ten top ten top powers.
But getting 5,000 pieces of clay shells is a very worthwhile deal for Landiste to get 5,000 places and opportunities to leave the seal.
"Would you like to go in and sit?"
"No, Mr. McGonagall should have rested. After a while, I will go to the city of chaos to visit you." Dexter glanced at the pajamas he was wearing, and smiled and left.
McGonagall was just a slap in the face, watching Dexter leave, and then returned to the restaurant with the outline.
The shrimp catching schedule in the mind has become 62/50, which means that the arresting task has been completed, and the success of the crayfish mission is eliminated. Only the practice of promoting crayfish and the habit of eating crayfish are left. .
The crustacean eating crayfish is in full swing and its influence is rapidly expanding.
Although the cooking of the ten apprentices was different, the progress was quite gratifying. After the last study, the students who passed the assessment will be able to start a new stove and open the crayfish hall.
"System, how do you deal with these kinds of shrimps?" McGonagall looked at the hard-working shrimps in the big tank and asked in his mind.
Previously, the system used a submarine to change a shrimp from McGonagall. This extra 12 shrimps can be better than a barbecue if they can get some benefits from the system.
"Please host the pollution-free treatment." The system replied.
"Well? You don't want it?" McGonagall was surprised.

The crayfish that have left the crayfish farm are no longer pure, may be infected with some unknown viruses and carry exotic parasites, and the system will not be recycled.
The system replied.
"If you don't deal with pollution, you can only eat it." McGonagall sighed, and it seems impossible to knock it out from the system.
"At the same time, in response to the call of the heavens, to cultivate the environmental awareness of the host, the system decided to sort and recycle the garbage generated by the host from today, and the host needs to classify the garbage before placing it, otherwise the system will not be recycled, and Fine the host."
"???" McGonagall.
After all, studying abroad is not a problem. McGonagall is not unfamiliar with garbage classification. However, the system has never had such excessive demands before. Now suddenly responding to the call, it really makes him unprepared.
In this world where plastic bags have not yet appeared, it is a bit strange to engage in garbage sorting.
"System, what garbage are you?"
"This system...how do you know!"
"Well, you said that you have to do garbage sorting and recycling, then I will test you." Meg's mouth tilted.
"Oh, this system has thoroughly studied the spirit of the heavenly instructions." The system is full of confidence.

What are the types of garbage sorting?


Recyclable, hazardous, wet and dry.

"What kind of garbage is that dried nuts?"
"Dry garbage?"
"Wrong, it is wet garbage."
"Question: What kind of garbage is glue?"
"This is definitely wet garbage!" The system decided.
"It's wrong again, it's dry garbage."

Question: What kind of garbage does the dried meat, red dates and flour belong to?

"Dry garbage, dry garbage, dry garbage!"
"Wrong, they are all wet garbage." McGonagall shook his head, and some scornfully smiled: "Perishable biomass, domestic waste is wet garbage, system, you study very unprofessional? On your level We still pack and process them together, and the random handling will easily lead to secondary pollution."
"No, this is just a small mistake. The system must strictly enforce the requirements of garbage sorting." The system refused, "You ask again."
"Okay, then I asked you the last question. Now I have a plastic bowl with the leftovers and rat poison for a few days. After the poisoned mice, I am going to throw them away. What should I do and classify when I put them in?"
"squeak--"
In the mind of McGonagall, a murmur of current was heard, and the interface of the system in the mind turned blue, and a meaningless number slipped through.
"Although the garbage classification is beneficial, it still has a long way to go." McGonagall sighed, too lazy to control the system of the crash, pour the remaining crayfish into the water tank in the kitchen, and grow shrimp. The taste is better than ordinary crayfish, so it’s hard to catch it, or keep it yourself.
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The abyss of the Devils suffered a very tenacious resistance to the battle of the Flame Island. Thousands of abyss knights attacked the Flame Island, tearing the flames of the Flame Demon again and again, but they were all blocked back. The roast pig that left the land.
The dawn sun gradually rose from the sea level, and the abyss demon that fought the night, finally heard the horn of the retreat.
The fireball flying out of the Flame Island has also become sparse, and the equally exhausted Flame Demon has not chased the Abyssal Demon.
This was a sudden war. Both sides did not make sufficient preparations, but they carried out an extremely fierce attack and defense battle last night. They left the body of the land in all places where the Flame Island could land.
No race has anticipated this sudden war, breaking the silence before the race and peace talks. Just know that in the past few days, when they gathered under the abyss, Alfred and Simmons still had a drink.
Of course, they did not expect that they would be so easily involved in this dispute.
Because they were sent to the war scene to see the diplomatic demons, none of them came back.
This matter is not big, and it is not too small to say that it is small.
But no matter what, it always represents the face of a family, and the major races can't pretend that it didn't happen. So they sent a solemn inquiry letter to the Abyss and the Flames.
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"It's a good weather again." McGonagall opened the window, the sun shone on his face with a gentle smile, and stayed for up to two days. They should go back to the city of chaos. Do you know if Mia is okay? .