Yu Xifeng started to cook the dates.
Dried dates must be cooked before they can be dried.
So are sweet potatoes.
When we were in the underground shelter, the dried sweet potatoes that Zhang Qiu and I had collected from the cellar of the Chinese medicine clinic had long been eaten.
Yu Xifeng is preparing to make another batch.
Yu Xifeng sat next to the pot and picked one to eat every once in a while.
The temperature has risen to forty degrees.
Zhang Qiu started to add Huoxiang Zhengqi water into the pot every day.
It really vividly illustrates what it means that one drop of xxx spoils the whole barrel of soup.
Yu Xifeng placed the dates on the table.
A gray creature came into the RV, making it even more crowded. It kept jumping around and stomping on the floor, making a thumping sound.
Yu Xifeng broke open the gray dog's head, and the cooked dates had a unique glutinous fragrance.
Compared with the original sweet and crisp taste, it has a different flavor.
Unfortunately, after being cooked, it cannot be stored for long.
Carrying Zhang Qiu on his back, Yu Xifeng collected a part of it into the space.
Zhang Qiu thought that Cang Hui was the one who ate the food secretly, and often looked at him suspiciously. Cang Hui was greedy for everything, so he took the blame firmly.
Zhang Qiu was chopping the meat and kneading the dough at the kitchen counter.
The whole RV was shaking.
Yu Xifeng lay on the sofa, watching a play and picking dates with his hands.
Zhang Qiu turned his back to her and said without turning his head, "Eating too much will cause indigestion. Don't eat too much."
Yu Xifeng hummed lazily.
It seemed to take a lot of effort to prepare and stir the stuffing. Yu Xifeng watched the drama for a while, then shifted his gaze to Zhang Qiu and took down a blender from the second floor for Zhang Qiu.
I just happened to have collected a lot of soybeans from Xiaotai, which are suitable for making soy milk.
Zhang Qiu took the blender and studied it for a while.
When the blender is running, the noise is even louder.
Xiaoju jumped up on the spot, and Canghui started wagging his tail anxiously.
Canghui kept shouting at the wall-breaking machine.
The more it barked, the more it sounded like a dog.
It's so noisy.
Yu Xifeng felt a headache because of the noise, so he went to the second floor, and Cang Hui wanted to follow him.
Yu Xifeng turned around and glared at the dog: "Don't come up."
Cang Hui lay down obediently.
Yu Xifeng lay down on the bed, holding his hamster doll, and began to take care of the chores in the space.
Pick up eggs, pick up eggs, pick up eggs.
Big eggs, small eggs, chicken eggs, goose eggs, white, yellow, and black.
Sweep the poop.
Various kinds of baba.
Although Yu Xifengren did not enter the space.
But use your consciousness to focus on wrapping up those piles of excrement.
This feeling is also quite abstract.
The appearance of the excrement was clearly visible from every angle.
Although I didn't touch any of it, I felt like I had been marinated by these things psychologically.
Feeding chickens and ducks is relatively easy, just grab some grains. The chickens she raises are like automatic feeders, refreshing the food at irregular intervals every day.
After a long time, no chicken recognized her.
Unlike the one on the first floor of the RV, it almost treats Zhang Qiu as its mother and is also fat.
Yu Xifeng was thinking while throwing grains.
Or you can pick a lucky one from the space and exchange it with the one on the first floor.
never mind.
Zhang Qiu developed an affection for the chicken. After spending a long time with it, he was able to remember the subtle patterns on the chicken's body.
If we are discovered, it will only cause more trouble.
This chicken coop is too small, we have to find a way to expand it.
The more chickens there are, the more out of place Dabai will be.
Stand out from the crowd.
Dabai has established absolute authority among the chickens. It is no exaggeration to say that he has the full support of the whole flock.
The burden of walking the chickens every day falls on it.
Yu Xifeng managed to upgrade the broiler chickens raised in captivity into free-range chickens.
Feeding pigs involves a slightly more involved process.
I have to cut vegetables and sweet potatoes, and occasionally add some milk to the snacks.
Pigs that have not been cut down will grow up to have a fishy and smelly taste.
Yu Xifeng naturally didn't want the pigs he raised to taste so bad.
They ate so much of her food, yet they still tasted so bad. What was the point of raising them so big?
But regarding this matter, Yu Xifeng looked up a lot of information, but he was a little unsure for a moment.
I have the methodology, but as for the practical application...I don’t really want to put it into practice.
Yu Xifeng finished taking care of the chores in the space. Zhang Qiu was downstairs, and the stuffing was ready.
Yu Xifeng then went down and asked: "Is Canghui a male or a female?"
Zhang Qiu paused and thought for a moment: "It's a male. I've seen eggs before."
"I heard that dogs need to be sterilized. Does Canghui want to have it sterilized?"
Zhang Qiu turned around and asked: "Can you?"
"We can give this a try." Yu Xifeng sat on the sofa.
"Without anesthesia, this is difficult to deal with." Zhang Qiu said, "He has this ferocious nature. It can be suppressed by force, but after causing harm, his temperament may change drastically.
Although it may be more docile and friendly...but it is there to guard the house, so it doesn't need to be too docile."
"So..." Yu Xifeng nodded, thoughtfully.
It would be very difficult for her to chop down the pig by herself. The pig weighs almost 100 pounds, and it is a little easier to operate than Canghui, but not much easier.
But she can also control the pigs with the help of the power of space.
She herself also needs to be in the space, and the most delicate step must be done with her own hands.
Still need to practice.
Yu Xifeng began to use his mind to toss a pig around in space for fun.
The feeling of having your energy quickly drained away is not a pleasant one.
Yu Xifeng's complexion began to turn worse again.
Yu Xifeng went to Zhang Qiu and said, "Don't add Huoxiang Zhengqi water to the water. Do you have the enhanced version of the Anshen Tea? Please help me prepare some."
Zhang Qiu looked at Yu Xifeng's expression. Although it was unbelievable, he was used to it.
After drinking the tea, Yu Xifeng slept even more deeply at night.
She gradually increased the intensity, both to get the pigs used to it and to get herself used to it.
The daily pig-lifting exercise lasted for about half a month.
Until the pigs in space can fly freely in the sky.
Dabai and the chickens adapted well to this.
There were also emergencies. Yu Xifeng failed to control the pig well once, and the pig, which was flying steadily in the air, suddenly struggled violently for some reason.
At that moment, the energy he was consuming was like water flowing away, and Yu Xifeng's head was aching.
By the time Yu Xifeng came to his senses, the pig had already fallen to the ground.
Fortunately, the ground was covered with soft black soil. The pink and white pig rolled around on the ground and started digging the ground with a grunt.
Yu Xifeng also learned a lesson from this incident.
When the day comes when she really uses a knife on the pigs, the pigs' resistance will only be more intense than it is now.
Until she was finally able to toss the pig like a ball.
Yu Xifeng picked up a scimitar.
alcohol disinfection.
Yu Xifeng closed the small door on the second floor, lowered the door curtain, and shouted to Zhang Qiu: "I want to meditate, don't disturb me this afternoon."
Zhang Qiu: "Okay."
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