Chapter 74 So Well-behaved, Cannibalism
"The wheat is almost ripe, otherwise, let's harvest it early." Fang Guowei looked at the ears of wheat that had been eaten, his face full of heartache.
They worked so hard to grow all of this! Damn birds!
“Harvesting early might result in a much lower yield.” Grandpa Zhao hesitated, wondering if there was a better way.
"A reduced yield is better than being eaten clean by these birds," Fang Guowei sighed, looking up at the trees not far away. "Look, these birds are guarding that spot, waiting for us to leave!"
Enraged, Fang Guowei grabbed a clod of dirt from the ground and threw it at them.
The flock of birds dodged the clods of dirt thrown at them, but showed no sign of leaving, and landed back on the trees.
It's infuriating to look at.
"Sigh!" This is the most worrying Fang Guowei has ever had since he took charge of the farming department.
"If that doesn't work, send more people over to take turns watching the crops and keeping an eye on these birds!" Fang Guowei said through gritted teeth again.
Cheng Zhiyu frowned. Cheng Mo raised his hand and threw dozens of bolts of lightning. Seeing their companions burned to a crisp, the other birds were probably scared this time and quickly flapped their wings and flew away.
"Sigh, it's no use, they'll come back." Fang Guowei had dealt with these birds before and knew them somewhat: "Even if you chase them away this time, it won't be long before they bring more of their companions. And these birds are very vengeful. If they're full, they'll deliberately peck at the wheat ears and make a mess of the ground."
Cheng Zhiyu listened and felt that the bird was indeed despicable. It was one thing for it to come and eat, which could be explained as a matter of survival, but it went too far to deliberately peck at the ears of wheat.
"If only we had something to cover this wheat and keep those birds out," someone said. "We should have built a greenhouse from the start!"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhiyu seemed to be deep in thought, as if the little umbrella had such a function.
However, he wasn't sure if it could be used on crops, so he didn't say anything and planned to go back and check, lest he be disappointed.
Thinking this, Cheng Zhiyu went back first, and then couldn't wait to enter the system space. The little umbrella was now at level two, and Cheng Zhiyu fed it a crystal core.
He opened the umbrella's information, carefully examined its functions, and then smiled, thinking it was worth a try.
He went to the farm again and told Fang Guowei and Grandpa Zhao.
Fang Guowei and Grandpa Zhao originally planned to take turns guarding the crops. They are currently the backbone of the farming department, and if anything happens, someone needs to be there.
Fang Guowei was originally suggesting that Grandpa Zhao take care of the daytime while he would take care of the nighttime, since he couldn't let the old man stay up all night.
Then, Cheng Zhiyu said he had a solution, and the two of them instantly became very excited: "Really? Xiao Cheng, you really have a solution?"
Cheng Zhiyu didn't give a definitive answer: "I'm not sure either, but we can give it a try."
As he spoke, he called out the small umbrella.
When the small umbrella is upgraded to level two, in addition to its basic defensive functions, it also has another function—cloning.
It can divide itself into three parts, and what it needs to protect right now is the wheat that is about to mature. The three small umbrellas are rooted in different parts of the wheat.
The small umbrella looks similar to an ordinary plant, except that it is umbrella-shaped and not very big.
It's about the same size as a regular umbrella.
Fang Guowei was somewhat worried: "Can this really protect such a large area?"
Cheng Zhiyu wasn't really sure either, but he figured he'd find out if he tried.
The group did not leave, but temporarily entered the farmhouse built by the agricultural department not far from the crops.
“Ordinary plants can’t adapt to the environment now, and crops without management are even less likely to survive. I think those birds have their eyes on our base.” Fang Guowei shook his head: “Hopefully, that umbrella-like thing will be useful.”
It's no wonder he's worried. This wheat is the base's staple food. Lin Kang said before that the base's current food reserves can only last for a few months at most. If something goes wrong with this batch of wheat, what will everyone eat? How could he not be under pressure?
Cheng Zhiyu took a sip of tea: "Don't worry too much. If it really doesn't work out, we can wait a bit longer, harvest the wheat, and put it in the warehouse. I don't believe those birds will still be able to eat it."
"That's true, that's the only way." Grandpa Zhao nodded. There was no other way. Compared to the wheat being eaten up, the fact that the yield was not at its maximum due to the early harvest was acceptable.
After Cheng Zhiyu finished his tea, Cheng Mo immediately refilled it for him. He smiled, finished his tea, and Cheng Mo poured him another cup.
Cheng Zhiyu finished his drink again and covered the cup with his hand: "I don't need any more."
I drank a lot of tea.
Cheng Mo looked slightly disappointed, took his teacup, poured himself a cup, and said, "I'll drink it."
Fang Guowei glanced at the untouched cup in front of Cheng Mo: "..."
It's as if he's so poor he doesn't even have a cup, and two people have to share one.
He really doesn't understand what young people are thinking.
As they were talking, Cheng Zhiyu keenly noticed the sound of flapping wings and immediately exclaimed, "They're here!"
The group knew what had arrived, and without even bothering to drink their tea, they hurriedly went out.
Sure enough, another flock of birds landed on the tree, this time in much larger numbers, numbering in the hundreds at a glance.
Cheng Zhiyu frowned: "Weren't these birds supposed to be starving? How come there are so many of them?"
They've already killed so many, and there are still more.
Everyone was puzzled. Logically, if there was nothing to eat, they should have starved to death. How could there be so many?
However, now is not the time to think about this.
They were completely different before; those birds used to come and eat the crops. But now, wanting to test the effectiveness of the umbrellas, they actually hoped the birds would come.
Fortunately, these birds were very bold. Even though they were all here, they were not afraid at all. They shook their feathers, and one bird rushed over. Soon, one after another, the birds flew over, leaving a dark mass of shadows that made people feel a little uneasy.
Seeing the delicious wheat so close at hand, the flock of birds rushed even faster, jostling each other as if afraid of being outrun by their companions, each one like a tiny cannonball.
However, what happened next puzzled them. When the first bird rushed over was about to reach the wheat, it seemed to hit a transparent barrier. With a "bang," it was stunned and disoriented.
The birds behind didn't have time to stop, and they were all loaded onto the birds with a "bang bang bang".
A flock of birds, their eyes vacant, fluttered their wings and flew over the wheat. Even though there was nothing there, why did they feel blocked?
Seeing the birds' anxious and helpless expressions, everyone showed delight.
Fang Guowei: "Great! Xiao Cheng, this stuff really works!"
Grandpa Zhao wiped away tears of excitement: "That's wonderful, that's wonderful! The crops are saved!"
These birds, perhaps lacking intelligence, didn't understand what had just blocked their path. However, once they were sure there was nothing in front of them, they rushed forward in a frenzy.
One after another, "bang" sounds rang out. As if they felt no pain, they angrily and desperately rammed into the thing blocking their way and the grain, trying to smash it to pieces.
Unfortunately, the thing was exceptionally sturdy. Not only did it not break, but several birds seemed to have crashed into it and killed themselves, falling to the ground.
After several repetitions, more and more birds appeared on the ground. The remaining birds, who were still alive, seemed to have to face reality: they had run into a brick wall and would not be able to get any food that day.
"Shouldn't they be leaving now?" Fang Guowei watched with trepidation, fearing that if the birds continued to act so recklessly, Cheng Zhiyu's things would be overwhelmed.
Fortunately, it was blocked.
Before he could even catch his breath, he saw that the flock of birds had stopped heading for the food and instead landed in twos and threes near the corpses of their companions.
"What are they doing? Are they taking their companions back?" Fang Guowei muttered. "They didn't seem particularly affectionate before."
Cheng Zhiyu glanced at it and frowned instantly: "They are eating the carcasses of those birds."
"Ah..." Fang Guowei and Grandpa Zhao both widened their eyes, their faces grim, clearly unable to accept the idea of cannibalism.
Upon closer inspection, the birds seemed to care only about eating, completely disregarding the people nearby. They scrambled to snatch the corpses of their companions, tearing them apart in twos and threes and eating them with relish.
Cheng Zhiyu now understood why there were so many birds, and they were all plump, even though food was scarce elsewhere.
Cheng Zhiyu couldn't stand it any longer and looked at Cheng Mo.
The latter raised his hand, and dozens of bolts of lightning fell on the birds. Some birds were hit, and the rest finally realized they were scared. They hurriedly shook their wings, looked at the corpses of their companions on the ground, and flew away reluctantly.
"We never had birds like this around here before. They really won't care about anything for food." Grandpa Zhao was still a little uncomfortable after seeing what had just happened.
Those birds that look beautiful are actually cruel and frightening; they are carnivores.
"At least the wheat is saved." Fang Guowei smiled as he thought of this: "After these birds come a few times, they know they can't get the wheat, so they give up. Our wheat will be ready for harvest soon."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Cheng Zhiyu and said, "Thanks to Xiao Cheng."
Cheng Zhiyu smiled and said, "I just wanted to give it a try, but I didn't expect it to actually work."
Since that's the case, the little umbrella will stay here, and the problem of the wheat being eaten will be solved.
As soon as Cheng Zhiyu and Cheng Mo left, Cheng Mo grabbed his hand. Cheng Zhiyu coughed lightly and tried to shake it off, but couldn't.
Cheng Mo was unhappy: "Cheng Zhiyu, I'm your boyfriend, what's wrong with holding hands?"
He had just seen a young couple holding hands and immediately wanted to hold Cheng Zhiyu's hand.
Cheng Zhiyu quickly reassured him, "Okay, okay, you can hold hands if you want."
Cheng Mo then smiled.
It was getting late, so the two went home. Tian Qiao excitedly came over with her entourage: "Chengzi, look what we got!"
Cheng Zhiyu glanced at the bottle in his hand and raised an eyebrow: "Wine?"
“That’s right. Don’t even mention it, I haven’t drunk any alcohol since the apocalypse. I traded a lot of my flesh for this.” Tian Qiao hugged the bottle tightly, “There’s only one bottle. Let’s have a good taste of it later.”
"Why didn't you say you wanted to drink earlier?" Cheng Zhiyu smiled. "I have plenty of space, even Moutai."
He had taken the item into his spatial storage when he encountered it outside. He didn't like drinking much, but he always felt it might come in handy. However, he had never taken it out before because drinking had caused him trouble. After returning, he had completely forgotten about it.
There were so many things in the space that he wouldn't have remembered them if Tian Qiao hadn't reminded him.
"And Moutai!" Tian Qiao immediately stopped holding the wine in his arms. Why would he care about this when he had Moutai?
Zhou Min originally wanted to pester Tian Qiao to try the wine in his hand, but when he heard that Cheng Zhiyu had Moutai, he immediately lost interest in Tian Qiao's wine: "Brother Cheng, then hurry up and take it out, Moutai, I've never drunk it in my life!"
Tian Manman's mouth watered as he listened, but he didn't know what Moutai was: "Is Moutai delicious?"
"Haha." Tian Qiao patted Tian Manman on the shoulder: "It's not food, it's wine. Who knows if it tastes good or not? This was very expensive before the apocalypse, several thousand yuan a bottle. We couldn't afford it before. It must taste good, otherwise how could it be so expensive?"
Cheng Zhiyu smiled and took out a case of Moutai liquor, waving his hand dismissively: "Drink as much as you like."
This is baijiu (Chinese liquor), who can drink it casually? Drinking a few liang (about 150ml) is considered a good alcohol tolerance.
When Tian's father and Cheng's father heard that there was Moutai, they were overjoyed. After discussing it together, they decided to prepare some snacks to go with the liquor and drink tonight.
It's rare to have such a happy time. I fried some peanuts, made some cold dishes, and Cheng's mother makes particularly good braised dishes. She also braised some meat, which is especially good with alcohol.
Although none of the people present were heavy drinkers, Moutai was still very attractive, and everyone wanted to try it.
Cheng Zhiyu wasn't interested in alcohol, so he just ate some food while they were toasting each other. "Hmm, this braised food is delicious."
Cheng Mo didn't seem interested either, occasionally picking up a peanut and popping it into his mouth.
Freshly fried peanuts are fragrant and crispy, and taste delicious with just a sprinkle of salt.
Cheng Zhiyu: "Aren't you going to drink?"
Cheng Mo poured himself a glass, sniffed it, and then frowned: "It smells awful."
I really don't understand why Tian Qiao and the others got so excited when they saw the wine.
"Hey, don't waste it if you pour it out." Tian Qiao, perhaps a little drunk, dared to boss Cheng Mo around.
Tian Qiao reached out to take the cup from her: "Give it to me, I'll drink it!"
Cheng Mo slapped his hand away: "You're not allowed to drink."
"You won't drink it, but you won't let me drink it either!" Tian Qiao was furious, feeling that this person was being completely unreasonable: "Chengzi, tell me, is there such a person?"
Helpless, Cheng Zhiyu said to Cheng Mo, "Don't bother arguing with a drunkard."
Cheng Mo certainly wouldn't hold a grudge against Tian Qiao, but he was a little disgusted by her smell of alcohol.
He leaned over Cheng Zhiyu and sniffed, instantly feeling as if his sense of smell had been saved.
Cheng Zhiyu coughed lightly, glanced awkwardly at his mother who was pretending to be very busy, and touched his nose.
Tian Qiao was still thinking about the glass of wine in front of Cheng Mo, but Cheng Mo was very possessive and wouldn't give anyone else anything he had touched.
Seeing Tian Qiao's reckless behavior, Cheng Zhiyu had no choice but to pick up the glass of wine and say, "I'll drink it."
After saying that, he downed a glass of wine and felt his face getting hot, but his head was still relatively clear. Seeing that he had drunk the wine, Tian Qiao stopped worrying about whether it was a waste and continued to drink with the others.
Cheng Zhiyu let out a breath and quickly popped a peanut into his mouth. It was so spicy! He really couldn't stand the taste.
No wonder people always have snacks with their drinks; the alcohol must be really bad.
Cheng Mo picked up some braised food and fed it to him, and Cheng Zhiyu opened his mouth and ate it.
Cheng Mo: "How was it?" Zhi Yu's face was all scrunched up just now, which made him want to laugh.
Cheng Zhiyu's mouth felt better, and he nodded, but for some reason, his head felt dizzy.
"Zhiyu, are you drunk?" Cheng's mother looked at her son's flushed face with concern.
Cheng Zhiyu frowned: "How could that be? I only had one drink!"
Cheng's mother confirmed: "He must be drunk. Xiao Mo, take him home to rest quickly. Don't let him stay here with these drunkards."
Cheng Mo nodded and told Cheng Zhiyu to get up.
Cheng Zhiyu shook off his hand: "I'm not leaving!"
Cheng Mo wasn't angry; instead, he found it strange. He had rarely seen Cheng Zhiyu throw a tantrum, so he coaxed her gently, "Listen to me, it's time to go back."
Cheng Zhiyu ate a peanut, ignoring him completely, and even mocked, "Who are you? What's it to you?"
The next moment, he was carried upstairs on Cheng Mo's shoulder. Cheng Zhiyu was so angry that he bit someone: "Big Black, are you trying to rebel!"
Instead of getting angry after being bitten, Cheng Mo revealed a hint of lust, pressed the other person down on the bed, looked at the fierce Cheng Zhiyu, and gently bit the other person's lips.
A faint smell of alcohol lingered between his lips and teeth, but Cheng Mo didn't find it unpleasant; instead, it inexplicably intoxicated him.
As the room temperature gradually rose, Cheng Mo pressed the other person's legs together...
Afterwards, Cheng Zhiyu looked somewhat bewildered as he watched Cheng Mo clean up.
Cheng Mo looked satisfied and placed a kiss on his cheek, but Cheng Zhiyu gave her a disdainful look.
Cheng Mo asked incredulously, "Why do you look like that?" Was he behaving that badly?
"Hahaha..." Cheng Zhiyu laughed and slapped the bed: "Dahei, you're so silly, all you can do now is this."
Cheng Mo looked at Cheng Zhiyu: "What do you mean?"
Cheng Zhiyu blinked. Even when drunk, he still had some sense and pretended not to know.
Cheng Mo persisted, "Can you do anything else? Cheng Zhiyu, you lied to me before and said that this was all you could do."
"Haha, I'd be lying to you." Drunk, Cheng Zhiyu grinned mischievously, like a little fox. "Your thing is so big, wouldn't it hurt like hell if it went in?"
"Where do we come in?" Cheng Mo grasped the key words.
Cheng Zhiyu realized he had spoken out of turn and immediately pursed his lips, refusing to say anything more.
"Zhiyu, tell me." Cheng Mo changed his approach, taking advantage of the other party's drunkenness, and tried to soften Cheng Zhiyu's heart by acting cute.
Cheng Zhiyu seemed to waver a little. Seeing that there was a chance, Cheng Mo immediately conjured up a pair of furry ears and began to seduce him.
Cheng Zhiyu patted Cheng Mo's furry ears, gesturing for him to come closer. After Cheng Mo came closer, Cheng Zhiyu laughed out loud: "I'm not telling you, I'm not stupid, hahaha."
Cheng Mo: "..."
He gritted his teeth in anger: "Cheng Zhiyu!"
Cheng Zhiyu wasn't afraid at all. He closed his eyes and said, "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight."
"Don't sleep! Tell me right now!" Cheng Mo pried open his eyes, preventing him from sleeping.
Cheng Zhiyu slapped his hand angrily: "I'm tired, I want to sleep! Dahei, put your paws back, or I'll get angry!"
Cheng Mo insisted, "Then tell me."
Cheng Zhiyu pulled the blanket over his head: "I won't say."
Cheng Mo: "..." I'm so angry.
He shook him through the blanket: "Don't sleep. I'll let you sleep if you say so."
Cheng Zhiyu wasn't buying it and didn't react at all. A moment later, Cheng Mo lifted the blanket, and the latter's breathing had become steady, so he was obviously asleep.
Cheng Mo: "..." I'm so angry.
The next day, Cheng Zhiyu opened his eyes, stretched, and saw Cheng Mo sitting next to him with faint dark circles under his eyes.
Cheng Zhiyu blinked: "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Cheng Mo's gaze was deep and unfathomable: "What do you think? Don't you remember what happened last night?"
Cheng Zhiyu thought for a moment, only remembering that he had drunk a glass of wine, and then he couldn't remember much else. He asked in confusion, "What happened last night?"
Cheng Mo smiled and said, "It's nothing."
Cheng Zhiyu: "?"
Seeing that Cheng Mo was unwilling to talk about it, Cheng Zhiyu stopped asking, yawned, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Cheng Mo frowned. He didn't want to ask others about this kind of thing. What should he do?
Cheng Zhiyu had no idea what he was thinking. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, and instantly felt refreshed.
He went downstairs to have breakfast; his dad and Tian Qiao were still asleep.
“They’re all dead drunk, vomiting everywhere, just causing trouble,” said Mother Cheng. “Let’s eat our food and ignore them.”
Despite saying that, he had actually left some rice in the pot in the kitchen. Cheng Zhiyu took a look, smiled, and didn't expose his mother.
Yesterday, the superhuman captured a sow and brought it to the farm, where it was kept together with the boar that Cheng Zhiyu and the others brought back.
"Maybe it won't be long before they have piglets." The farmer smiled as he looked at the two pigs that seemed to be getting along well.
Perhaps it's because pigs have a hard time finding their own kind these days. When they suddenly met another pig that looked similar to itself, the two pigs surprisingly didn't fight. Instead, they seemed to get along quite well. This morning, I saw the two pigs still huddled together.
"How can I give birth to piglets?" Cheng Mo suddenly asked.
The farmer scratched his head: "It's just that after two pigs mate, that's how it happens."
"Mating?" Cheng Mo asked humbly, "How do we mate?"
Farmer: "..." How should I put this?
Fortunately, Cheng Mo didn't ask him, but instead asked Cheng Zhiyu, "Do you know?"
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Cheng Zhiyu blushed deeply: "How should I know!"
“I have a feeling you know,” Cheng Mo pressed. “Tell me about it.”
Cheng Zhiyu covered his mouth: "Shut up, aren't you ashamed?"
Cheng Mo removed his hand and whispered, "Why should I be ashamed? Haven't we done everything? What can't we talk about?"
Ahhh! Cheng Zhiyu's face turned even redder. In broad daylight, with other people nearby, what on earth was Cheng Mo saying?!
He said sternly, "Shut up, don't say another word."
Cheng Mo looked at him with a long gaze: "I always feel like you're hiding something from me. Why can't you tell me?"
Cheng Zhiyu felt a pang of guilt. Why couldn't he say it? It was because Cheng Mo's thing was too extraordinary, and he wasn't mentally prepared for it yet. Besides, wasn't the current situation quite good?
Seeing that Cheng Mo is always satisfied, well, let's leave it at that for now.
He touched his nose, feeling guilty, and said, "What could I possibly be hiding from you? Cheng Mo, you're too cunning. You're always thinking about this and that. If you keep doing this, I'm going to get angry."
Cheng Zhiyu glanced sideways, his expression conveying his attitude.
Cheng Mo narrowed his eyes, becoming even more certain that Cheng Zhiyu's words last night were either drunken ramblings or the truth revealed while intoxicated. However, it was clear that he wouldn't get any results from asking him now.
After thinking for a moment, Cheng Mo decided to play along and continue to pretend to be naive: "It's good that you didn't hide anything from me. I know Zhiyu wouldn't lie to me."
Cheng Zhiyu felt even more guilty after hearing what he said, and then comforted himself, "Hmm... how can you call this a lie? It's mainly for the sake of harmony between the two of them, haha."
Cheng Zhiyu chuckled dryly: "That's right, how could I lie to you? Also, don't ask others about this kind of thing, it'll embarrass them. Look at the farmers, they all avoid us."
He also made sure to completely block any way Cheng Mo could learn about it from others.
Cheng Mo lowered his eyes, concealing the strange look in them: "Hmm, I won't ask."
Cheng Zhiyu was relieved and kissed him: "Good boy."
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