In the morning, when I got up, it was raining heavily outside.
The dense vegetation brought a stronger water storage capacity.
The evaporation effect of plants is essentially the same as the evaporative heat sink commonly seen in primitive industry, which can convert liquid water on the ground into water vapor.
A large amount of vegetation can effectively increase the humidity of the air, resulting in particularly abundant rain, which is what people used to call the tropical rainforest climate.
In the 31st century of this timeline, due to the inexplicable increase in the oxygen content in the atmosphere, except for some extreme climate areas, most areas have dense vegetation and look like tropical rainforests.
The rain is heavy and it lasts all day long, and there are sometimes floods.
Chen Feng has been here for ten days, and it rained for six days, with only four sunny days.
This is also one of the reasons that seriously affected his efficiency in excavating the ruins.
"Alas, I can't leave."
Chen Feng sighed.
The electronic equipment parts he collected recently are increasing in number, and there is no way to put them all into a sealed bag. These things cannot get wet.
Chen Feng stood at the door of the building, looking at the city center square outside that was like a turbulent river. After thinking for a while, he decided to wait until dark and the rain stopped before leaving.
Fortunately, it was only a few hundred kilometers away from Hanzhou.
If Hanzhou was still a megacity, there would be no other temptations along the way.
When he turned back, he could go straight to Hanzhou.
Anyway, he was free anyway, and he couldn't just sit here all day. He changed into a waterproof training suit, put on his long sword, and walked out of the door in the rain.
He had already visited most of the key buildings in the city, so there was nothing to search. He planned to take a walk around the suburbs near the city.
Umbrella?
That's the behavior of the weak.
The strong are not afraid of wind and rain.
Anyway, with his athletic ability, he would be soaked after running a few steps, so there was no need to use an umbrella.
The road was muddy and slippery, and from time to time he would bump into what looked like small puddles, but turned out to be deep pits when he stepped into them.
This was still child's play.
The really terrible thing was the sudden collapse of the mountain that he would run into while walking down the hillside.
A violent mudslide went down the slope.
Mud wrapped around rubble and fallen trees, drowning and swallowing everything along the way.
If it were an ordinary person in the 21st century, he would probably not survive more than three days in this natural environment. However, Chen Feng had no such worries. He turned and moved in the rainstorm, as agile as a monkey.
At this time, he was going along the hillside to the depths of a continuous mountain range.
About two hours later, he finally arrived at a hillside covered with low bushes.
Chen Feng slowly approached the bushes with an anxious and expectant mood, then carefully picked up a bush leaf with his fingers and carefully examined it for a while.
"Hahahaha!"
His wild laughter echoed throughout the valley, almost drowning out the sound of the rainstorm.
Why would he "risk" going up the mountain in this torrential rain?
As a savior who shoulders the responsibility of the survival of civilization, every move he makes has a deep meaning, and he will never do meaningless things.
After confirming that many of the shrubs on the hillside are what he wants, he immediately transformed into a hardworking bee in the rain and jumped up and down on the hillside.
The rain was still falling, and he held a leaf in his mouth, whistling, picking as he walked.
At this time, he was searching for leaves everywhere, picking them one by one and putting them in the pocket behind him.
When it was almost dark, Chen Feng finally returned to the building with a large wet cloth bag full of things on his back.
At this time, the heavy rain outside was gradually stopping, but he did not set out decisively according to the original plan. Instead, he soaked the leaves in water to wash them clean, and then spread them out in the hall.
Looking at the nearly ten square meters of green leaves piled on the ground, he chuckled.
He then ran to his motorcycle, took out the spare parts, and quickly assembled several high-temperature heat lamps, which were hung neatly above the leaves scattered on the ground.
Turn on the lights.
The bright light illuminated the hall as if it were daytime, and it was as warm as an oven.
Then Chen Feng went to the side and took out the induction cooker, and then went to a room in the building that he had been to once, which was the cafeteria, and got a big pot.
After a few hours, the leaves on the ground were almost dry, so he turned on the battery stove, threw in handfuls of leaves, and began to stir-fry with a large spatula.
This step is called killing the greens.
When the tea was almost done, he was not afraid of the heat and put his hands in to knead and twist the leaves.
After the several kilograms of leaves in front of him were kneaded into strips, he continued to fry.
Chen Feng looked at the dry leaves left in the pot and laughed happily. He picked up the water cup, threw in a handful of leaves, and then poured a full cup of boiling water.
The leaves that had just been fried dry by him stretched out quickly in the water like a person stretching his waist.
When the water level dropped to the point where he could drink it, he took a sip and felt very satisfied.
The taste was very light, with almost no aroma, but he squinted his eyes in comfort.
He really took great pains for this small sip.
He never thought that one day he would fall to the point of picking tea leaves himself and frying tea, and what he fried was not the real spring tea, but the autumn white dew with yellow leaves and light taste.
For the tea masters who were used to drinking all kinds of Mingqian Longjing, Mushu Dahongpao, top-grade Zhuyeqing, Piaoxue and Houkui, this was really a painful experience.
But he really had nothing to complain about.
Living in the 31st century where everyone can only rely on themselves, what else can one ask for if they can have a sip of tea?
The taste was a little light and the texture was a little bad, but at least there was some tea flavor, which was better than nothing.
That's right, the purpose of his trip was for this cup of tea.
It's pitiful enough for a person to live alone in this world. If he
doesn't find some fun for himself, he's afraid he'll go crazy.
So when he got up in the morning and found that he couldn't leave, he immediately had a bad idea and remembered that there was a tea mountain base near Hanzhou.
This tea mountain base is rich in Houkui, which tastes very good and has grades from low to high. He himself took care of the business of this tea mountain a lot in the past, and basically monopolized one-third of the annual output of top-grade Houkui.
When he thought of this, he was itchy and couldn't control himself, so he simply set out to explore and try to be self-reliant.
The tea leaves that can be harvested at the end of October can be regarded as leftovers, and because no one has planted them for many years, these tea trees have always degenerated to some extent and are no longer so suitable for human taste.
His tea-frying technique is also very rough, and it is entirely based on his own feelings.
The final product, according to his own standards, can only be used for washing feet.
However, after losing everything, people's psychological expectations will be infinitely low, and now he is barely satisfied.
While drinking tea, Chen Feng grabbed a few pieces of hand-fried tea leaves and put them under the scanning port of the quark instrument.
Press the scan button to start scanning.
Scan progress 1%...100%, scanning completed.
Click the synthesis button to start synthesis.
Buzz buzz buzz...
Chen Feng's heartbeat gradually quickened, and he began to look forward to it.
As long as the synthesis is successful, it will be much easier in the future.
At the same time, he took another big sip, which was very refreshing.
Then...
bang!
Hiss... sizzle sizzle...
He looked at the smoking quark instrument, and then looked at the cup of water that was almost drunk up by the mother and son of tea, and fell into deep thought.
This was the second time the quark instrument BOOM.
Last time, he was courting death and used the quark instrument to copy the wolf's fang that could also discharge electricity.
He was not surprised by this and was mentally prepared.
But this time, he didn't expect that he would BOOM just by copying a few tea leaves.
Chen Feng quickly put down the cup, disconnected the power supply, and then turned on the quark instrument to check the burned capacitor inside.
Emmm...
the burned capacitor is exactly the same as the last time.
Damn!
It's not that the things cannot be repaired, the problem with the equipment is not big.
The big problem is that he has already finished a full cup of tea!
It turns out that the lethality of this tea is the same as that of snake gall and wolf fang, and it also has the effect of antimatter biobattery, but he ended up drinking it!
Chen Feng never expected this. He took precautions in every possible way, but in the end, he was still defenseless.
He quickly ran back to the hoverbike and prepared all kinds of first aid medicines that he had found and had expired for five hundred years. At the same time, he began to quickly repair the quark device, and racked his brains to recall how the original quark therapy device worked, and figured out whether he could transform another spare quark device into a therapy device.
He pondered for about thirty seconds and gave up decisively.
This was unrealistic and beyond his ability.
He could not do anything but wait and ponder in his mind.
What if the car overturned? Could the resuscitation factor save my life?
In what form would the positrons cause damage in my body?
Explosion?
Electric shock?
Or would it directly cause my organs to fail?
What would happen?
Next, Chen Feng waited anxiously for a reaction in his body.
An hour passed.
Two hours.
Three hours.
No reaction at all.
When Chen Feng came to his senses, he found that he was holding a shovel in his hand again, standing in front of the wok with sweat all over his forehead, and the second pot of tea was about to come out of the oven.
Huh?
What...what am I doing?
Isn't this tea undrinkable?
Why am I frying it again?
Oh, forget it, this pot is almost cooked anyway, it would be a pity to waste it.
After frying the second pot, he felt a little sleepy, so he went to sleep again.
He didn't sleep well this time, tossing and turning, and his brain would receive some strange signals from time to time, a bit like the tinnitus of a severe insomniac.
Another early morning, the sun was shining brightly in the city center square outside, frogs were croaking, and insects and animals had regained their vitality.
Chen Feng woke up from the tent, looked at the half of the tea leaves left on the ground, and fell into deep thought.
Since he slept peacefully and soundly without any problems, it means that the tea leaves did not cause any harm to him.
After a brief hesitation, he decisively made another cup.
Since it's not a big deal, just drink it.
After all, I am a colonized demon warrior, and I already have some characteristics of Z bacteria in my body. In addition, with the recovery factor, I should not be that fragile, so I will continue to fry tea.
If I can't copy it, I will do it myself and stock up more.
Things seem very strange, but in fact, they are inevitable to a certain extent.
Drinking tea is one of Chen Feng's few hobbies. It is higher than a hobby and a little addictive. There are some wonderful connections between his emotions and tea, just like the various hobbies formed by the human leadership when they were infiltrated by "Songs of the World" and unconsciously magnified their thinking.
If there were other things or people to distract him, he wouldn't be so out of control.
But unfortunately, he was the only one on earth in the 31st century.
He had been alone for ten days.
The emptiness in his heart was gradually magnified, giving his habit an opportunity to take advantage of it.
When he thought of tea, the stimulation of his cerebral cortex was quietly activated, so he took action.
After another busy day, he packed up and left.
This time, he went straight to Hanzhou.