Chapter 64 Grandpa Zhao Gets Sprayed by Little Deer
After knocking on the door, a while later, Cheng Zhiyu wondered if the other person had heard the knocking, when footsteps came from inside.
A thin, bitter-looking old man opened the door. His lips were dry, and he didn't look well either.
Fang Guowei was shocked. He remembered that Uncle Zhao was in good spirits before, so how could he have become like this after only a short time?
He quickly realized that both of Uncle Zhao's sons were... sigh.
Who can bear the thought of an elderly person outliving their child?
Cheng Zhiyu called out "Grandpa Zhao," and Fang Guowei, snapping out of his daze, replied, "Uncle Zhao."
Grandpa Zhao exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing here...?"
Cheng Zhiyu asked, "Would it be convenient to go inside and talk?"
Grandpa Zhao nodded and invited them in. The room was pitch black, but Cheng Zhiyu and the others were superhumans and could see them with difficulty. It was just a mystery how Grandpa Zhao could see them.
Unfortunately, the water problem at the base has only just been solved, and electricity is still a distant dream.
Although Grandpa Zhao is blind, he is very familiar with his home and can walk around even in the dark.
However, Cheng Zhiyu and the others were still terrified. Cheng Zhiyu and Fang Guowei supported the old man on either side of him.
Grandpa Zhao chuckled, "No need to help me, I know this road well... I have a candle over there."
A moment later, the candle emitted a dim yellow light, and Grandpa Zhao looked even thinner in the light, as thin as paper.
Fang Guowei glanced at the old man's empty rice jar, wondering why the old man would eat the two jin of rice he had given him so quickly. He frowned and asked, "Uncle Zhao, didn't you go to collect your rice?"
Grandpa Zhao shook his head: "Why should I take it? I'm an old man, let the young people have it. Sigh, I've lived enough."
For a moment, everyone fell silent. Cheng Zhiyu sighed and said, "Grandpa Zhao, we have something important to discuss with you."
Grandpa Zhao asked, puzzled: "Is it important business?"
“Yes, the base has now set up a farming department, and you were a well-known farming expert before,” Cheng Zhiyu said. “We need you.”
Grandpa Zhao was taken aback, then shook his head: "I'm an old man, I'm useless."
"How can you say that? When it comes to farming, who in the surrounding villages can compare to you?" Fang Guowei winked at Cheng Zhiyu, afraid that he would disagree.
Cheng Zhiyu sighed, "Sigh, Grandpa Zhao won't agree, so there's nothing we can do. What do we young people know about farming? Whether we grow it well or badly... It's a pity about those seeds. If this batch of seeds doesn't grow well, our base will probably starve."
Fang Guowei chimed in, "Who says otherwise? If they say the crops failed to grow and instead claim there was a reduction in yield, I, as the person in charge, will also be held responsible."
The two of them talked back and forth, making Grandpa Zhao's face look hesitant. He really loved farming. In the past, his family's livelihood depended on the output of the fields. He had an indelible affection for the land. If the situation Cheng Zhiyu mentioned happened, he would be the most heartbroken.
"This...you young people are really something. How could you, native country folk, have forgotten how to farm?" Grandpa Zhao's voice was no longer weak and listless; he spoke of them with great vigor.
Cheng Zhiyu said helplessly, "There's nothing we can do about it; we don't learn this in school."
Since he had to go to school, there was no way to explain it. So Grandpa Zhao simply looked at Fang Guowei and asked, "Little Fang, what's wrong with you? You went to school too, didn't your teacher teach you anything?"
Fang Guowei scratched his head sheepishly and listened attentively to the instruction: "Farming is also about experience, and my experience is not as good as yours."
Grandpa Zhao sneered, "I think you're just lazy! You're all just planting blindly, without any real thought or planning."
Fang Guowei was scolded like a grandson and could only lower his head and listen to the scolding.
"Hey, I heard you guys grow some kind of mutated seed..." Grandpa Zhao hesitated, he had never grown such a thing before.
Fang Guowei: "Uncle Zhao, I never thought you'd be afraid of your brothers."
Grandpa Zhao was immediately provoked: "What do you mean by being afraid? Putting everything else aside, I've never been afraid of farming!"
Cheng Zhiyu: "That's right, Grandpa Zhao, don't you think that even if it's a mutated seed, isn't it still a seed? Since it's still a seed, is there anything you can't handle?"
When Grandpa Zhao heard this, he thought it made sense. Even if he had never dealt with them before, weren't they all seeds? At most, it would just take a little more effort. He refused to believe that there were any seeds he couldn't handle!
So, Grandpa Zhao finally nodded: "You guys... you think highly of this old man, so I'll risk my old life to do something for the base one last time."
"It's not that exaggerated, Grandpa Zhao. You have to take good care of yourself. We all need you." Cheng Zhiyu said hurriedly.
“That’s right, that’s right. I feel so much more at ease now that you’ve agreed,” Fang Guowei said. “Otherwise, I always feel like my heart is hanging in the air, and I can’t feel at ease.”
Grandpa Zhao shook his head: "Alright, stop flattering me. I've already agreed, and I definitely won't go back on my word."
Cheng Zhiyu and Fang Guowei exchanged a glance and smiled.
Cheng Zhiyu took two jin of rice and said, "Grandpa Zhao, I've collected your rice for you. Perfect timing, I'll cook some porridge for you."
Since the elderly person hasn't eaten much for a long time, it's not advisable to eat foods that are difficult to digest; porridge is a better option.
Before the old man could refuse, Cheng Zhiyu said, "You need to take good care of your health so that you can contribute more to the base."
Grandpa Zhao opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to refuse: "Oh, you child."
He looked at Cheng Zhiyu and thought of his grandson. The other party had come all the way back from outside. There was still no news of his grandson. Speaking of which, there was still some hope. After all, people like Cheng Zhiyu were a minority.
Life is unpredictable. He had originally planned to go down to be with his wife, but the base needs this old man now, so he'll live a little longer.
Cheng Zhiyu quickly started cooking the porridge. With Cheng Mo's help and the fact that cooking porridge is simple, it was ready in no time.
Grandpa Zhao took the bowl of white porridge, took a sip, and the aroma of rice filled his mouth. He unconsciously took another sip, and his complexion seemed to become a little rosier.
Seeing this, Cheng Zhiyu was completely relieved. In fact, Grandpa Zhao was in good health, but he had been taking care of his health before and needed to rest and recuperate.
He was thinking of finding an excuse to send Grandpa Zhao more food so he could have some nourishment.
Cheng Mo could tell what Cheng Zhiyu was thinking at a glance. Sigh, Zhiyu is indeed kind-hearted.
Cheng Zhiyu washed the pot clean, and after Grandpa Zhao finished drinking, he washed the bowl as well.
Grandpa Zhao couldn't stop him, and watching him busy himself, he said helplessly, "It's not like I can't do it."
Cheng Zhiyu smiled and said, "It's just a small thing. Besides, I don't have anything to do when I get back."
It was late at night, and it was pitch black. He was a little worried about Grandpa Zhao working alone, so it was just something he could do on the spur of the moment.
"You child..." Grandpa Zhao shook his head, feeling his eyes inexplicably getting wet. He lowered his head and secretly wiped his eyes.
Cheng Zhiyu knew that Grandpa Zhao didn't want to be noticed, so he simply pretended not to see anything. After finishing his work and making sure there was nothing else to do, he said, "Grandpa Zhao, you should rest well. We'll be leaving now."
"Let's go." Grandpa Zhao prepared to get up and see them off.
"You don't need to see him off." Cheng Zhiyu quickly persuaded him to go back, and left with Cheng Mo. Before leaving, he closed the door for Grandpa Zhao.
The moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight, covering the ground with a layer of silvery frost. The base seemed to be asleep at night, with only the figures of the superhumans on night patrol.
Cheng Mo, standing to the side, seemed to be staring at him even more brazenly today. Cheng Zhiyu could clearly feel the intense gaze fixed on him.
He turned his head and, as expected, met Cheng Mo's gaze.
Cheng Zhiyu felt very uncomfortable: "Don't keep staring at me."
Cheng Mo took his hand: "Zhiyu is the most wonderful and kindest person I have ever met."
He thought back to when he was turned into a cub, and even though Cheng Zhiyu couldn't guarantee his safety, he still took him in and took good care of him.
Cheng Zhiyu looked into the distance and said, "I was just helping out."
Cheng Mo smiled and said, "See? That's just how you are."
Cheng Zhiyu was really not used to being sentimental. He shook off the hand being held, but couldn't shake it off. He coughed lightly and said, "Hurry up, I'm hungry."
I haven't eaten much all day, so I'm really hungry.
Cheng Mo chuckled, leaned closer to Cheng Zhiyu, and gently placed a kiss on his cheek.
Cheng Zhiyu: "..."
Does he lack some memory? Why is Cheng Mo able to make this action so natural?
Could it all be something he taught him? He used to like hugging and kissing Cheng Mo.
Sigh, it's all his fault.
When the two returned home, Cheng's mother was still awake, and Cheng's father was dozing off in the living room. As soon as he heard that Cheng Zhiyu had returned, he quickly got up and said, "Zhiyu is back? Your mother left some food for you in the pot."
Cheng's mother glanced at the two of them. Don't think she didn't notice; they were holding hands when they came in. What kind of two grown men would be holding hands?
Sigh, Zhiyu really has no sense of responsibility at all!
Cheng Zhiyu was completely unaware of his thoughts and said, "Mom and Dad, if you're sleepy, go to sleep quickly, don't wait for me."
Mr. Cheng yawned and waved his hand, "Not sleepy, not sleepy."
Cheng Zhiyu: "..."
Speechless, Cheng's mother pulled Cheng's father back to their room to sleep.
There's stewed fish in the pot. The fish was caught from a small river. The river has been cleaned up, and now there are quite a few more fish.
Now that we know how much Cheng Zhiyu and his family eat, we know that Cheng's mother cooks by the basinful, and there's still more than half a pot of stewed fish in the pot.
After dinner, as they went to bed that night, Cheng Mo held Cheng Zhiyu in his arms, his hands restless, and whispered in the other's ear, "Zhiyu, let me help you."
Cheng Zhiyu flinched and said weakly, "I'm tired."
He warned himself that he couldn't continue down this path of depravity!
I felt like an incompetent husband who couldn't satisfy his wife.
"It's okay if you're tired, I'll take care of you." Cheng Mo said, a phrase he'd picked up from who-knows-where.
Unfortunately, Cheng Zhiyu still managed to dodge it, saying again, "I'm tired, I don't feel anything."
Cheng Mo refused to believe it; how could Zhi Yu not have feelings for him? This news was like a bolt from the blue for him.
He reached out and touched it, then smiled and said, "Zhiyu, you said you didn't feel anything, but I just touched it."
Cheng Zhiyu: Ahhh!
He pushed Cheng Mo away and said cruelly, "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep! If you keep doing this, we'll sleep in separate rooms."
Cheng Mo was somewhat hurt, and said in a wronged tone, "Cheng Zhiyu, do you not like me anymore?"
Cheng Zhiyu: You can't be soft-hearted, you can't be soft-hearted, being soft-hearted is the beginning of depravity!
He took a deep breath: "No, I really don't need it."
Cheng Mo pursed his lips: "I understand. Did I make you uncomfortable?"
Cheng Zhiyu finally had an excuse and immediately nodded: "Yes, yes, I'm not feeling well."
Cheng Mo said, feeling wronged, "This is my first time doing this too. Let me try a few more times, maybe it will work?"
Cheng Zhiyu thought to himself, "What a joke! Let me give you more opportunities!" He replied righteously, "No, that experience left a shadow in my heart, and I haven't recovered yet."
Cheng Mo found it hard to believe. Was he really that uncomfortable? Zhi Yu clearly seemed quite comfortable at the time.
He began to question the meaning of life.
Seeing that he had quieted down, Cheng Zhiyu knew that this tactic had worked, and breathed a sigh of relief: "So now, I'm going to sleep, goodnight, okay?"
Cheng Mo reluctantly said, "...Goodnight."
Damn it, he can't even serve Zhiyu properly, how could Zhiyu possibly like him?
No, this can't be done. He has to make Zhiyu comfortable.
Cheng Zhiyu went to sleep contentedly, feeling that he had stopped himself from continuing his decadence, completely unaware of what Cheng Mo was thinking.
The next day, Cheng Zhiyu and his group went outside the base to take another look at the mutated elk.
As we approached our destination, we could hear a cheerful "yoyo" sound in the distance.
"Oh my, the deer are welcoming us!" Zhou Min exclaimed happily.
From afar, they waved to the deer, saying, "Hello, do you look like us?"
The deer ran over, and Zhou Min was about to pet it when the deer bypassed him and ran to Cheng Zhiyu, gently rubbing against him with its antlers.
Cheng Zhiyu, who almost got knocked over by the antlers: "..."
It would be too embarrassing to sit on the ground like that, so he stood firmly in place and touched the deer: "Hello, little deer."
Zhou Min was incredulous, and a little jealous: "Why is this happening? Why is it so close to you?"
Tian Qiao laughed and asked the translator, Lin Jiashu, "What did Xiao Lu say?"
Lin Jiashu suppressed a laugh: "It said, 'Human, quickly give it that yellow, round, delicious treat.'"
Cheng Zhiyu: "..."
Zhou Min burst out laughing instantly: "Pfft... Hahaha, so it's not kissing you, it's kissing the pumpkin!"
Helpless, Cheng Zhiyu took out the pumpkin he had prepared and handed it to Xiaolu.
As soon as the other person saw the pumpkin, they stopped trying to get close to Cheng Zhiyu and started eating it with great relish.
Tian Manman stared intently at the little deer's... pumpkin: "Is the pumpkin delicious?"
Sensing danger, the fawn immediately turned its rear end towards the group.
Everyone: "..."
Tian Qiao sighed and patted Tian Manman: "If you want to eat pumpkin, go home and eat it. Stop staring at Xiao Lu's."
Tian Manman scratched her face sheepishly.
Cheng Zhiyu sighed and glanced at Zhou Min, who nodded and walked closer to examine the deer's leg, which was infected by the zombie virus.
Zhou Min said, "The virus has not spread."
Cheng Zhiyu was initially worried that the virus would spread, but at a much slower pace, but the outcome was unexpected.
They were more curious whether this was a unique ability of the deer, or if powerful beasts possessed such abilities.
They leaned more towards the former, since both humans and alien beasts were leveling up, and zombies were also leveling up; there was no reason why only alien beasts should become stronger.
It's very likely that the deer itself possesses this ability.
However, the zombified leg did have some impact on Xiaolu. She couldn't unleash her full potential, and the leg looked quite uncomfortable.
When the deer is eating a pumpkin, it always shifts its leg a little.
They came here today to treat Xiao Lu's injuries, but Zhou Min naturally didn't have the ability to heal the zombie-like leg, so his treatment method was rather brutal.
It involves cutting off the zombified leg and then using Zhou Min's abilities to make it grow back.
Seeing that Xiao Lu was enjoying the pumpkin, Lin Jiashu started to talk to her: "Xiao Lu, I see your leg is injured, is it painful?"
The fawn ate the pumpkin, occasionally letting out a couple of "yoyo" sounds.
It was so distressing. It was all the fault of those ugly humans. In its memory, humans were very friendly to it. This was the first time it had ever seen a human pounce on it and bite its leg. It really startled it.
In a fit of rage, he killed the ugly human.
After that, it became very wary of humans, and it still is now. Apart from Cheng Zhiyu and his group, it will not approach any humans.
That's right. In Xiao Lu's eyes, zombies are just ugly humans. They look a lot like humans, just uglier.
It feels that humans are friendly to it because, as a elk, it is a protected animal, and indeed no one dares to harm it.
However, this only applies before the apocalypse. It is correct to be wary of humanity after the apocalypse.
After translating for everyone, Lin Jiashu continued as they requested, "Since you're in so much pain, do you want your leg to get better?"
Of course the deer wanted to, but ever since it was bitten, its leg had become very strange, as if it had lost all feeling, and it often couldn't control it.
Moreover, because its leg was injured, it couldn't unleash its full power, which made it very uneasy.
Lin Jiashu asked anxiously, "Then how did you manage to prevent the zombie virus from spreading throughout your body?"
Xiao Lu tilted her head, clearly not quite understanding Lin Jiashu's complicated words.
Lin Jiashu had no choice but to repeat herself in even simpler terms. However, the little deer didn't understand at all; it had no idea what a zombie virus was.
It probably doesn't even know itself how it managed to prevent the zombie virus from spreading throughout its body.
The crowd was somewhat disappointed by this.
However, they weren't too disappointed, since they hadn't expected to get anything out of the deer anyway.
Lin Jiashu finally revealed the key information: "We can help you heal your leg..."
Before she could finish speaking, the little deer suddenly looked up and opened its mouth.
Before anyone could react, he spat out a mouthful of pumpkin seeds.
Cheng Mo reacted the fastest, immediately pulling Cheng Zhiyu to a safe distance, while the others were not so lucky, getting sprayed with spit and pumpkin seeds.
Zhou Min couldn't stand the smell of saliva and immediately bent over to gag.
The sound of a deer calling "yoyo" came from the side, as if it was laughing at them.
Cheng Mo laughed too, mocking, "Don't they know how to hide?"
Cheng Zhiyu suppressed a laugh: "How could your reaction be that fast?"
Who would have thought that Little Deer would suddenly start spewing insults?
If it weren't for Cheng Mo, he probably wouldn't have escaped either.
Tian Qiao was on the verge of tears: "Brother Hei, stop laughing! We're about to be suffocated by the stench!"
Lin Jiashu: "Ugh..."
Tian Manman: "...Ugh, it stinks..."
Tian Qiao was able to hold it in at first, but now she felt even more nauseous and started gagging on the spot.
Their faces were covered in saliva and pumpkin seeds, and the way they were gulping down their food was absolutely hilarious.
Cheng Mo: "Hahaha..."
Still clinging to the last shred of friendship, Cheng Zhiyu tried hard to suppress his laughter and patted Cheng Mo, saying, "Stop fooling around, quickly help them wash up."
Cheng Mo lay sprawled on Cheng Zhiyu: "No, let me catch my breath, this is too funny, haha..."
Cheng Zhiyu: "...Pfft."
The people who were being criticized looked even more resentful.
Tian Qiao laughed and threatened, "If you keep doing this, I'll pounce on you and hug you."
Cheng Zhiyu couldn't accept it and immediately slapped Cheng Mo hard: "Hurry up and stop laughing!"
Cheng Mo: "Okay, okay."
He raised his hand, and water swept over everyone, instantly refreshing them.
Cheng Mo buried his head in Cheng Zhiyu's neck and sniffed hard.
Cheng Zhiyu frowned and shifted uncomfortably: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Cheng Mo: "They smell terrible, let me catch my breath."
The people who were sprayed looked down, smelled themselves, and their faces instantly turned sour. Although they had washed themselves clean, the smell of stinky saliva was hard to get rid of.
Zhou Min's face turned pale: "My God, why does it smell so bad!"
The fawn beside them bleated "yoyo," sounding very happy.
The crowd looked on with resentment.
The fawn clearly refused to let anyone touch its leg, perhaps subconsciously feeling that the leg was its weakness. Lin Jiashu only mentioned it briefly, and was "warned" for it.
This is a difficult situation. I thought that after getting to know Xiaolu better, we could discuss it, but it still didn't work.
The group had no choice but to return to base, as they were too smelly.
When Tian Qiao's mother saw him return, she came over and said, "The food is almost ready... Ugh..."
Tian's mother immediately stepped back, her eyes filled with disgust as she looked at her son: "My God, you smell so bad."
Tian Qiao: "..." I don't want to talk anymore!
The others who came out after hearing the commotion: "..."
Cheng Zhiyan, the little angel, kindly suggested, "Um...why don't you guys go take a shower?"
Cheng Mo clung to Cheng Zhiyu, patting him and laughing, "Hahaha..."
Cheng Zhiyu reminded him, "Stop laughing."
If he kept laughing, he wouldn't be able to hold back anymore.
Everyone rushed into the bathroom and frantically washed themselves several times with shower gel. Fortunately, the deer's saliva wasn't a biological weapon, and the smell disappeared after washing with the shower gel.
Zhou Min was still shaken: "I'll have to be on my guard every time I see it in the future."
Tian Manman's eyes were filled with weariness: "I... don't want to eat pumpkin anymore."
Tian Qiao's lips twitched, and he raised his hand to cover his mouth. Although he was also one of the victims, he really wanted to laugh.
Cheng Zhiyu coughed lightly: "Sigh, it seems there's nothing we can do for now. Fortunately, the virus on the deer's leg won't spread."
If it spreads, it will be difficult to handle.
We can only wait and see if there will be another opportunity in the future.
Just as everyone decided to put the matter aside, Lin Kang hurriedly sent someone over, saying that someone had noticed some movement on Xiao Lu's side. Upon going over to check, they found that Xiao Lu was fighting with a tiger.
"A tiger?!" Tian Qiao exclaimed in shock.
The messenger said, "Yes, that tiger seems to be a strange beast, and it was fighting fiercely! We heard the noise and went to take a look, and we could see sand and stones flying everywhere from afar. We were so scared that we didn't dare to get close to take a look."
"After I got back, I told Captain Lin about it, and he told me to come and tell you as soon as possible." The messenger scratched his head, not understanding what was so special about it.
If the two strange beasts start fighting, it's none of their business.
However, Cheng Zhiyu and the others became serious upon hearing this.
It's not a matter of whether we can control it or not; it would be bad if that tiger won.
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