Chapter 177 Roasted Field Mice

It was already noon when Mu Qingyu left the space. When she went downstairs, she saw the three little ones gathered in the yard, roasting field mice on a grill. There were as many as five or six of them roasting, and more than a dozen dead field mice were lying on the side of the yard.

"So many?" Mu Qingyu asked in surprise.

Mu Qingrong looked up and pointed at Ya Zai with a grin, saying, "It's all thanks to Ya Zai. It can dig up field mouse burrows, and it always hits the mark. A few times, it even dug out the whole nest."

Mu Qingyu glanced regretfully at the field mouse's corpse—it really was a complete family that died together.

“Many people saw Xiao Rong bring the field mice back, so I just announced that the field mice are edible. I guess now a lot of people are going to the fields to dig for them,” Mo Huaiyu said.

Mu Qingyu nodded. She agreed with what Mo Huaiyu was doing; even if Mo Huaiyu hadn't announced it today, she would have told everyone another day.

She now wants to develop the village, but the prerequisite is that the people here can at least survive. Field mice are edible, can keep people alive, and can improve people's lives to some extent.

Mu Qingrong's catching of field mice was just something new and fun; the mutated field mouse meat was too tough and not that tasty. Once the three children's novelty wore off, they wouldn't care about the field mice anymore.

"Are there many fields outside the village?" Mu Qingyu asked. If there are field mice, there are naturally fields. However, the torrential rains before the apocalypse had destroyed many crops. In addition, the extreme weather that followed meant that the crops planted before the apocalypse were definitely not preserved, but the fields were still there.

“Quite a lot.” Mu Qingrong stared at Mo Huaiyu’s hands as he roasted the field mice, answering without looking up, “It’s a large area of ​​farmland, but the soil is all cracked. The soil quality is obviously bad; it’s neither soil nor sand, a mix of yellow and black… I don’t know how these things survived in there…”

As Mu Qingrong spoke, she poked the field mouse meat that was being grilled with a bamboo skewer.

“The apocalypse hasn’t been too long ago; there are still many plant roots and stems remaining underground. They probably survived thanks to that,” Mu Qingyu explained before asking, “What about the soil in the bamboo forest? Have you noticed it?”

Mo Huaiyu suddenly looked up at Mu Qingyu: "Sister Xiaoyu, why are you suddenly so concerned about the land? Is there something on your mind?"

"I'm just thinking about the possibility of planting it. But for now, it's just a thought. In the apocalypse, to really grow it, you'd need at least a glass greenhouse. Good land alone isn't enough," Mu Qingyu said.

Extreme weather will not stop after the apocalypse; torrential rain, hail, sandstorms, droughts, tornadoes, and even polar days and nights will occur.

The timing and duration of their appearances are unpredictable, so even though Mu Qingyu experienced all kinds of weather in her previous life, she couldn't remember when they arrived and left.

Fortunately, each of these attacks doesn't last very long, ranging from seven or eight days to a month, and humans have gradually found ways to cope with them.

Planting crops in the village is currently just an idea for Mu Qingyu. The most important thing at the moment is to establish the village's initial defenses and then increase the village's labor force.

Mu Qingyu now understands perfectly why Li Wenhao, even after breaking ties with Xiao Shiyang, still tried to win over Tong Yin.

Tong Yin's special ability was indeed useful when the team was expanding. However, Xiao Shiyang was not able to make good use of her ability.

Thinking of the child's voice, Mu Qingyu said to Mo Huaiyu, "Xiao Mo, I met a girl on my recent trip who is a special type of ability user. She can see the malice level of everyone. I think this is a branch of mental mutation. Do you think your mental system can develop this kind of ability?"

"Malicious value?" Upon hearing this term, Mo Huaiyu was clearly very interested and pressed for details about what exactly this "malicious value" meant.

Mu Qingyu repeated to him in detail what Tong Yin had once told her.

"That's quite interesting. Can she see that number directly?" Mo Huaiyu asked with a smile.

Mu Qingyu nodded: "Based on her own description, she can indeed see the numbers."

“Her ability is indeed very special. My ability is completely different from hers, and I don’t think I could possibly see any numbers,” Mo Huaiyu replied, finding it difficult to describe his feelings.

He knew for certain that he and Tongyin were definitely not the same type of person, so he certainly couldn't develop the same kind of superpower as Tongyin. However, he didn't know what words to use to describe his feelings—because all he knew now was his own perception.

Mo Huaiyu tilted his head and thought for a while before continuing, "Although I can't develop the same superpowers as her, I can try to train similar sensory abilities."

"I may not be able to see the malice value directly like she does, but I can judge whether someone has malice based on the brainwaves they release during their current mental activity. I may not be able to do that yet, but it is definitely a direction I can work towards."

Mu Qingyu waved her hand and said with a smile, "I only started chatting with you because I thought her superpower was unique. It's just a chat, so please don't feel pressured."

"You have to eat one bite at a time, and the same goes for your superpowers. Your earliest superpower was detection, which is your original superpower and you definitely can't give it up. Next is your defensive superpower and the newly developed offensive superpower."

"I think you should first master these three things and then consider other directions."

Mo Huaiyu nodded, his expression calm and gentle: "That's what I think too. However, things like reading malicious values ​​can be considered as a research direction. I won't rush things or force things, so don't worry, Sister Xiaoyu."

Mu Qingyu nodded and looked at Mo Huaiyu for a while, then suddenly smiled: "I've noticed that Xiao Mo has become gentler."

When they first met, Mo Huaiyu was all prickly. Even after that, he didn't talk much, but he always had a serious face and insisted on acting like an adult...

It's much better now. I smile often, and when I talk to them at home, I have a gentle expression.

Mo Huaiyu blushed deeply after being praised by Mu Qingyu, and immediately lowered his head to roast the field mouse, refusing to say another word.

“My sister has changed too! I’ve changed too! Everyone has changed,” Mu Qingrong chimed in from the side.

"Oh? Xiao Rong has changed too? How has he changed?" Mu Qingyu avoided her and deliberately teased her younger brother.

But Mu Qingrong is smart now and not so easily fooled. He said, "Sister has become more lively! Before, sister was still a sister, but now she isn't! She's become lazy and naughty..."

Mu Qingrong seized the opportunity to relentlessly criticize Mu Qingyu!