◎Happy 110th Day: Sweet and Sour Pie Wins Big
Jiang Muyun has recently developed a new hobby, keeping a diary.
Perhaps this is not quite accurate, because her diary is not the kind that is written in a serious notebook. Instead, when she records the temperature every day, she just writes a few words about her thoughts for the day on the back of the calendar.
At 13:00 on October 21, the temperature in the insulation room was 61℃.
If you try your best, you are exactly the same as yesterday. If you don't try your best, you haven't heated up any more.
At 13:00 on October 22, the temperature in the insulation room was 62℃.
The unpraised Dengxi.
At 13:00 on October 23, the temperature in the insulation room was 61℃.
What's going on? Did Blue Star install a camera in my house? Just yelling and then cooling off? Then I'm not going to hold back.
At 13:00 on October 24, the temperature in the insulation room was 60℃.
Is the temperature really dropping? That's not good. I'm a little scared.
At 13:00 on October 25, the temperature in the insulation room was 58℃.
hiss……
A little scary.
Jiang Muyun marked today's temperature record and pondered for a moment in the calendar he made.
She walked around the house twice, going over everything in the space in her mind.
She was 300% sure that there were no such things as incense sticks in her space.
The closest ones are probably moxa sticks and mosquito coils.
That’s fine, just use it for now.
Jiang Muyun solemnly placed the calendar on the table and muttered a few words devoutly, "Children's words are innocent, please don't take them seriously. I didn't really mean anything when I scolded you. Besides wanting to see the sun set and the temperature drop, everything else was just nonsense."
After saying that, Jiang Muyun carefully broke the plate of mosquito coils into three pieces and lit them.
The form is not important, what is important is the intention.
The fact that she could find a plate of mosquito coils to offer as an offering in the apocalypse already showed her sincerity.
It’s hard to say whether Jiang Muyun’s metaphysical ritual is effective, but the temperature is indeed dropping day by day.
Jiang Muyun took the temperature at night after the temperature started to drop. Unfortunately, even though the temperature started to drop, the polar day had not yet passed, and the temperature at night was no different from that during the day.
The temperature dropped but night did not come. In addition, although there were no obvious gaps in the insulation room and the specific light source could not be found, there was indeed some brightness. Jiang Muyun had a guess in his mind.
In this situation, could it be that the sandstorm is beginning to dissipate?
Jiang Muyun is a person with a strong thirst for knowledge.
After the temperature in the insulation room dropped to around 50 degrees and remained in this range for several days, Jiang Muyun chose to put on a life-saving blanket to keep warm, ran into the insulation room, and observed the situation outside through the small hole they left for the rope bell.
Jiang Muyun wrapped himself tightly with a life blanket, not giving Lan Xing any chance to slow-cook him at low temperature. He picked up the crowbar and hooked the piece of cloth.
The hole they left for the bell was not small, about the size of an adult's head.
The main reason was that everyone's carpentry skills were not good enough and they did not have the right tools, so they could only make do by chiseling a hole in the tree trunk and then nailing strong cloth around the hole to block the sand and dust.
No matter how strong the cloth was, it was not as hard as wood. Jiang Muyun easily opened a gap.
The sharp light rushed into the insulation room.
Jiang Muyun subconsciously turned his head and relaxed the strength in his hands instantly. The light as sharp as a knife was blocked by the cloth again.
The brightness of the indoor lights was incomparable to the scorching sunlight outside. Jiang Muyun's direct gaze just now stimulated her so much that tears flowed out uncontrollably.
Well, there is no need to think about it, the sandstorm must have dissipated completely.
Jiang Muyun found a pair of sunglasses from the space and put them on. He then took out a stool to use as a footstool and inserted the thermometer probe through the gap.
67℃.
Jiang Muyun breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this temperature at least proves that the mountain has not been flooded by sand.
Otherwise, after so many consecutive days of high temperatures, the temperature of the desert surface would have to be at least 80 degrees after the yellow sand settled.
However, at this temperature, the situation at the foot of the mountain may not be very good.
Jiang Muyun put away the thermometer and sunglasses and left the stool where it was.
From today onwards, she will have one more thing to do: taking the temperature.
Not only the temperature inside the insulation room needs to be measured, but the outside temperature must also be taken into consideration.
After all, the effect of the insulation room is two-way. It can isolate the outside temperature and maintain the internal temperature. Once the temperature difference is reduced to a certain range, Jiang Muyun will open the insulation room to ventilate the inside and outside.
Neither the insulation room nor the cave door is completely enclosed. Jiang Muyun will occasionally open his own door to allow air to circulate inside and outside the cave, but due to the temperature, this time will not be too long, and the ventilation effect is only slightly better than nothing. It is more of a psychological comfort than a practical effect.
Whether in the past life or this life, Jiang Muyun spent most of his time staying at home for refuge after the end of the world, and had little time to move freely outside.
It's definitely a habit. When we don't think about it, we live a happy life.
There's always a moment when you can't help but think of the days when you could go out whenever you wanted for no reason. When you compare it with the present, you'll feel uncomfortable.
However, this time, Qin Shiwen and others were not feeling uncomfortable for no reason.
The first thing the culprit Jiang Muyun did after discovering that the sandstorm outside had dissipated was to inform the entire network.
Jiang Muyun has no shortage of ice, so she can open her door and check the situation outside when she has nothing to do, but other people's homes use water and saltpeter so much that they want to count the grams, and every bit of cold air is extremely precious.
Unless the garbage or excrement in the house cannot cover up the odor even with plastic bags and has to be buried outside, they usually don't even open the door to prevent the heat from outside from rushing in.
As a result, no one except Jiang Muyun noticed that the sandstorm outside had dissipated.
Originally, Qin Shiwen was still at home peacefully studying the technique of weaving vests with fishing line, but Jiang Muyun suddenly came up with this trick, which immediately made her want to go out and get some fresh air.
Qin Shiwen couldn't sit still anymore.
Except for Chu Buwen who was still able to hold back and wait until the coldness of the ice ran out before opening the door, everyone else rushed out of their homes one by one and started to pick at various cracks in their own insulated rooms.
Then they all ran home with tears in their eyes, as if blinded by the sunlight.
Zhao Jiahao is even more outrageous.
He simply pried open the door of the warm room a crack, and the light almost blinded him.
It was just a second or two, and it took him several minutes to recover his vision.
The sandstorm has really dissipated.
Unfortunately, it's around 60 or 70 degrees outside, and the sun is still hanging in the sky with a smile on its face. You have to be careful not to get burned when opening a door, let alone going out for a walk.
After the initial excitement, Qin Shiwen and others felt a huge sense of loss and began to counterattack frantically.
When Qin Shiwen was about to severely criticize Jiang Muyun for hanging the carrot so that she could only look at it but not eat it, Chu Buwen brought up a new topic in time.
How are our rabbits? Have they lost weight? Can we braise them once the temperature drops?
Qin Shiwu, who was responsible for the breeding of two big rabbits during the disaster, rushed out of the house happily and dragged the rabbits out of the nest with a rope.
She is definitely a little thinner, but it certainly doesn’t affect her diet.
The discussion about gathering to eat rabbits quickly overshadowed everyone's desire to go out and get some fresh air.
As for ventilation, it means breathing in and out after opening the door. Can you breathe out freely?
If you really can't hold it in any longer, you can wrap yourself in a life blanket, put on sunglasses, open the door of the insulated room and start to venture out into the world.
Since everyone stayed home and didn't go out to cause trouble, it proves that this matter can still be discussed.
Rabbit stew is different.
From the eighteen ways to slaughter rabbits to whether spicy rabbit meat or sweet and sour rabbit meat is more delicious, they can argue for three days with the bells ringing.
No one refused to accept the settlement. Everyone agreed that this was not a matter of two rabbits, one spicy and one sweet and sour, but a battle for the dignity of two major cuisines.
Until one day in the middle of the night when Jiang Muyun went out to take the temperature, and used the thermometer probe to push aside the cloth and found that no light from outside came in, the spicy and sweet and sour tastes were still 50-50.
Jiang Muyun repeatedly confirmed with the thermometer that the outside temperature was indeed 51℃.
The temperature she measured during the day today was still 60℃.
Jiang Muyun found the crowbar without thinking, pried open the door of the insulation room in a few seconds, and threw himself into the night.
It's really used.
Because there was a layer of sand on the ground outside the door, Jiang Muyun was too excited and didn't pay attention. When he stepped down, he stepped into the sand and lost his balance, almost falling on his face.
It is true that the mountain terrain does not easily accumulate sand that can significantly affect the surface temperature, but that does not mean it is spotless.
Jiang Muyun got up from the sand pile where the heat had not yet dissipated. Before he could call Xiaobai out of the house, the darkness of the night was dispelled by the daylight.
Just break up.
Jiang Muyun brushed off the dust on his body, not feeling disappointed at all.
The night is over, so things will only get better. Shouldn't we celebrate?
Jiang Muyun's way of celebrating was to reveal her identity as an undercover agent of the Sweet and Sour faction, and then suddenly turn against them during the crucial battle on the second day, openly switching from the Spicy Faction to the Sweet and Sour Faction, and even bringing the traitor Chu Buwen with her.
After the sweet and sour faction won with an overwhelming advantage, Jiang Muyun announced what happened last night before Wang Qingqing, a loyal follower of the spicy faction, could passionately open the microphone.
Jiang Muyun used his personal experience to prove that the bird that stays up late catches the worm, so Qin Shiwen and others are ready to prove tonight that the bird that stays up all night is the real strong one.
Although the group of people stayed in their respective homes, they all agreed to count down together on their phones.
In the last ten seconds, someone pulled the bell, and Jiang Muyun counted silently in his mind along with the regular sound of the bell.
Ten, nine, eight...
Wait, this scene seems familiar. Usually the background music at this time should be "Unforgettable Tonight"!
It was twelve o'clock midnight. Maybe the time they reset on their mobile phones was not so accurate, but at the moment when everyone rushed out of the house, it was indeed dark outside.
I don’t know who was screaming excitedly, the sound was so loud that Jiang Muyun could hear it even at his doorstep.
This time, Xiaobai got an advance warning and bravely rushed out of the house with Jiang Muyun despite the high temperature. Now he is seizing every opportunity to run around everywhere.
Jiang Muyun, relying on the fact that Mala Pie lived far away, shouted loudly at his doorstep: "Sweet and sour rabbit diced, sweet and sour rabbit head, and sweet and sour rabbit legs, here I come!"
Before Jiang Muyun finished speaking, the sky began to turn white again.
It's still dark and 50 degrees outside. What will happen when the sun comes out?
Everyone waited for half the night just to go out and have fun for a few minutes, and when the sky turned pale, they all turned around and went back home contentedly.
Then, like a group of primary school students about to go on a spring outing, they excitedly talked over and over again with their friends about their experiences of the past few minutes and their expectations for the future all night long.
During this period, Wang Qingqing did not forget to retaliate against Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen's backstabbing with extreme remarks such as: "I don't believe that you sweet and sour people can still find unexpired vinegar now."
Then Jiang Muyun asked, "Have you planted your peppers? Have you found the Sichuan peppercorns?" This question made Wang Qingqing burst into tears.
The peppers they kept as bonsai at home had sprouted and were growing lushly, clearly good plants. However, they showed no sign of blooming or bearing fruit.
It's too lazy to even grow a flower bud.
I don’t know if it’s because the temperature has been high recently and there’s no sunlight.
Qin Shiwu, a representative of the dove faction, tried to appease both sides: "The shelf life of vinegar is not fixed, and the vinegar at home can be used. There is no need to worry if the peppers don't bear fruit. If they are still like this when the temperature drops, we will go and ask Professor Chen."
Jiang Muyun had ill intentions: "What if Professor Chen can't do anything..."
After Wang Qingqing read the message, she was so angry that she pulled the bell and rang it violently. Jiang Muyun could feel her anger even across the mountain.
But they really need to find out what's going on with this chili pepper.
After all, the sun has learned to set on its own, and the construction of the West Suburb Transfer Station will soon be put on the agenda.
These small bonsais in their home can make a lot of money in the future, so of course they have to be taken good care of.
Jiang Muyun leaned on the sofa with his legs propped up and wrote in his diary.
November 6th, the day after the sun sets.
Master Jiang observed the celestial phenomena tonight and calculated with his fingers that I will be able to eat sweet and sour rabbit cubes in a week, and I will have to see a doctor with La Jiao in two weeks.
I hope the other dishes are still alive so that I can eat them ready-made, which goes perfectly with the diced rabbit.
If your dream comes true, I will offer you three more incense sticks.
Jiang Muyun thought carefully and realized that he should have missed nothing, so he put the calendar back on the table with satisfaction.
As for where does the incense that promised to provide the magical calendar come from?
Mosquito coils are also fragrant.
Judging from the calendar's reaction, it seems to like this incense very much.
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