Acid rain + boiling water
The next day, Jiang Miao used a plow to turn over the soil in the yard. Feeling that the soil was not fertile enough, he mixed some black soil fertilizer into it and then scattered the seeds.
In fact, according to the normal planting logic, you also need to get a cultivation box or something, but Jiang Miao is a complete novice in farming. He only knows the routine processes such as turning the soil, sowing, fertilizing, and watering. He can only learn the details while reading a book and practicing.
Just give it a try first.
When the day when Miss Wang came came, Jiang Miao prepared to set up the stall early, and Li Chongyu, who was not on patrol today, also came to help.
He is a genuine Taoist priest from Sanqing Temple. He is much more experienced than Jiang Miao in arranging these writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstone, copper coins and tortoise shells.
As the battle was underway, Wang Rong had already gathered her elder and second brothers as well as all the young men and women from the first and second circles and surrounded the entrance of Building 58.
It's nothing, it's just that Miss Wang exaggerated a stinky Taoist priest a little too much. Before the end of the world, everyone went to nightclubs and bars, and had seen all kinds of men and women. Is there really someone who looks like a god?
The brothers Wang Xiangnan and Wang Xiangbei condescended to come and see who the Taoist priest was simply because they saw their sister was infatuated with him and wanted to marry him as a son-in-law, so they condescended to come and see who he was.
The door, as solid as a bunker, opened, and a tall, strong, and barely pretty Taoist priest came out first. Everyone looked at Wang Rong in silence.
That’s it?
Wang Rong stared at the yard intently, and everyone realized that it was not this person.
Jiang Miao carried out the table and chairs and placed them at the door. He whispered to Li Chongyu, "Go and ask the Taoist priest to come out."
"yes."
Then she looked at everyone and said, "Only one person will be tested today. Who asked for that?"
"Me." Wang Rong was wearing a luxury brand lace evening gown today, dressed as if she was going to a banquet, and sat down elegantly on a wooden chair.
"20 contribution points for each question. Answers that the Taoist priest doesn't want to answer don't count."
Wang Xiangbei sneered, "It stands to reason that a Taoist priest should know everything when fortune-telling. How can you be called a Taoist priest if you don't want to answer? I'm afraid you are just some random person who came to our community to cheat people."
Jiang Miao ignored him despite his harsh words. The sound of footsteps, neither fast nor slow, came from behind him. The Immortal Lord was coming.
Li Chongyu was very experienced in making Taoist robes. With his modification, the immortal's robe looked more like an immortal, and his every move was free and natural.
Such appearance is not seen in the world. Everyone present was completely fascinated by the Taoist priest's ethereal posture. They secretly admired that he was really as elegant as Wang Rong boasted, and was a banished immortal rarely seen in this world.
Su Heng sat upright on the Eight Immortals Chair, his phoenix eyes looking down upon the world and making people believe him before he even opens his mouth.
Under this kind of temperament, Wang Rong's initial determination became a little weaker, and she asked carefully: "Master, do you have a girlfriend?"
"..." I've thought about fortune-telling for marriage, destiny, career, and longevity, but I never thought that Miss Wang would ask such a question.
Jiang Miao stepped forward: "The Taoist priest will not answer this kind of question. You still have two chances."
Wang Rong frowned. "What do you mean by two chances? I paid for your service, and I still need you to keep nagging me. Get out of my way!"
"Spend money, how much can you spend?" Jiang Miao sneered, "Twenty contribution points is just the first price. From now on, if you ask our Taoist priest to do divination, the price will be double the last time."
Everyone silently calculated in their hearts, isn't this a snowball effect?
20 this time, 40 next time, after ten times it will be 10240 contribution points!!
But people don’t care much about the price now. After all, it’s just a calculation, and not everyone wants to spend this money. At worst, they can just not calculate it.
Wang Rong glared at Jiang Miao fiercely, then turned around and said bluntly: "My grandfather is the commander of the base. If you follow me, I guarantee that you will have delicious food and drinks. I will buy you anything you want. I can even build a Taoist temple for you at the base."
Jiang Miao said coldly: "Ms. Wang, you still have one last chance."
Then she said politely to Wang Xiangbei with a half-smile: "You just said that the Taoist priest should know everything and answer everything, but look, is this the question that our Taoist priest wants to answer?"
The two brothers of the Wang family grew up in a military camp. They were a bit patriarchal and cared about their reputation. They felt embarrassed that their sister asked such questions to a stinky Taoist priest in public, and they were even more angry and embarrassed when Jiang Miao secretly mocked them.
"Puh, a stinking Taoist priest who is playing tricks. Who the hell knows if what he says is true or false? Who do you think you are to use a chicken feather as a token of authority?"
Wang Xiangnan was obviously calmer: "Xiangbei, control your bad temper."
"Brother, am I wrong? If he is really that awesome, why didn't he calculate the doomsday disaster? Don't tell me you really believe in these feudal superstitions? I think those zodiac signs and tarot cards that little girls discuss all day are more reliable than this!"
The opportunity has come!
Jiang Miao gave a look and the Immortal King immediately picked up his brush and wrote the four words "Ping Yi Jiang Zai" on the red paper. Finally, he left everyone and went into the house alone.
Everyone in the audience was stunned by this sudden change. He just left without saying a word. He was so arrogant that he didn't even take the young masters and young ladies of the Wang family seriously. They were the descendants of the base commander's family!
Li Chongyu quickly picked up the red paper, blew the ink dry, rolled it up carefully, put it into a specially made thin bamboo tube, and handed it to Miss Wang: "The Taoist priest has already approved it, all believers and guests can return."
Wang Xiangbei was so angry that his nose was crooked. What a rude and uneducated Taoist priest! If the elders at home had not told him to set a good example and not to use violence in the base, he would have really beaten these people up and taught them a lesson!
He was so angry that he turned away. Wang Xiangnan also shook his head and walked away. Wang Rong followed closely with the bamboo tube in her hand but was stopped by Jiang Miao.
"20 contribution points."
Wang Rong frowned as she held the bamboo tube in her hand: "I didn't ask for it, so it counts?"
"It's your second brother who asked for it, so of course it counts." Jiang Miao changed his words, "Or you can keep the bamboo tube?"
In front of everyone, and with only 20 contribution points, Wang Rong curled her lips and said, "I'll have someone go to the government affairs center to transfer them to you later."
Jiang Miao nodded and let her go. With such a small amount of money, there was no need to worry about the Wang family refusing to pay. It all depended on Li Zhicheng's performance.
Inner circle, villa number one.
The base commander who went home to rest at noon had not yet eaten when he was greeted by General Manager Li who came to report on his work.
Mr. Li was much more attentive than the previous one in protecting the safety of the community. At least he had a plan and several options, and he was proactive and thoughtful in letting him make a choice.
Wang Gao has worked in the military region for his entire life, and even his subordinates who flatter him are rough and sturdy, and especially deliberate and artificial. They are nothing like Li Zhicheng, who likes to be a fence-sitter and speaks nicely and flatteringly.
The two men finalized some matters concerning the security team, including the layout of the outer wall electric fence, patrol routes, whether to equip them with live ammunition, etc. Just as they were about to finish and prepare to return home, several young masters and young ladies of the Wang family returned.
Before I even entered the door, I heard Master Wang cursing. He is indeed a ruffian who grew up in the base. Everything he says and does is like a ruffian.
Wang Gao frowned, turned to Li Zhicheng and said, "I'm sorry that you have embarrassed yourself because of the insignificance of my descendants."
Li Zhicheng said hurriedly: "Now is a time of chaos. It is said that heroes emerge in times of chaos. Those weak and frail people may not have even touched a gun, how can they have such courage."
As they were talking, the three siblings entered the hall. Wang Rong was also very angry at being scolded by her second brother along the way, so she ran to her grandfather to complain aggrievedly.
The Wang family had been a single-line family for several generations, but now the current generation has finally achieved success with both a son and a daughter. The Wang family also favored their little granddaughter, Wang Gao, and listened to her complaints patiently, and even picked up the bamboo tube and looked at it for a while.
Li Zhicheng took the opportunity to chime in: "Ms. Wang, the man you mentioned sounds familiar to me. Does that Taoist priest look like an immortal that makes people forget about worldly matters?"
Wang Rong snorted coldly: "Indeed, she looks good, but her temper is too stubborn and her personality is not likable."
After receiving a positive answer, Li Zhicheng said, "This Taoist priest must be the wandering immortal of Sanqing Temple. He is also very famous in our circle. Many people have gone through great pains to ask him for divination but have not been able to find a way. It was only thanks to the Yuan family that I was able to see him once."
"Oh?" Wang Gao became interested, opened the bamboo tube and took out the red paper, and saw four big characters "Pingyi Jiangzai" written in traditional Chinese characters on it.
Wang Gao attended a private school when he was young and could write calligraphy. Now that he is older, he likes to pursue some elegant hobbies, so he often practices calligraphy or paints some traditional Chinese paintings.
The four characters written on the paper have meridians stretched out, graceful and elegant, strong bones and plump flesh and blood. Even a layman like him can see that these characters are extraordinary.
It cannot be written without sixty years of practice.
His eyes fell on every stroke of the characters and couldn't move away: "From Rong'er's description, the Taoist priest seems to be quite young?"
Wang Rong: "I think he should be around 26 or 27 years old. I don't know exactly how old he is. I didn't ask in detail."
Wang Gao was even more amazed.
To have such accomplishments at the age of twenty-six or twenty-seven, he must have been guided by a great talent since childhood.
Seeing the words is like seeing the person. Although he has not seen the real person, Wang Gao always shows respect to the words.
"Pingyi brings disaster." He murmured, as if he was still in deep thought and could not figure out the mystery.
Wang Xiangbei sneered: "Grandpa, he is a liar who cheats and deceives people. Who tells fortunes without asking about birth date and palmistry? I think he just randomly throws out a few mysterious words, which are so simple that we can't understand them."
Wang Xiangnan also nodded: "The Taoist priest has not said a word since he showed up. It's obvious that he is just pretending to be profound. I didn't even say what he wanted to calculate, but he just gave us four words. It's obvious that he wants to fool us."
Li Zhicheng also pretended to be thinking hard, and said to himself: "Why do these two words Pingyi look so familiar? I seem to have seen them somewhere."
But now there is no Internet and no way to search, so it is difficult to understand the meaning.
At this time, the servant of the family came to report that lunch was on the table. Wang Gao rolled up the red paper again and put it into the bamboo tube without returning it to Wang Rong.
Seeing this, Li Zhicheng felt it was not convenient for him to stay any longer, and he said that he had some food left at home and would not bother them any more.
The two exchanged polite words, and Li Zhicheng walked out of the hall. Before he could step out of the threshold, he saw him turn back and said, "I remember now! My hometown is in the southern coastal area. Pingyi is the rain god who can block the light of the sun and moon and make the sky and the earth dark!"
"Rain God?"
Wang Gao stroked the bamboo tube, not knowing what he was thinking, while Li Zhicheng was still reasoning: "The Rain God is bringing disaster? Could it be another rainstorm and flood?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiangbei said directly: "Impossible, the apocalypse has lasted for so long and we have never seen a repeated disaster. It is obvious that God is not happy with humans and simply wants us to die."
"Shut up!" Wang Gao shouted in a low voice, "Why are you talking nonsense without knowing the rules? Go eat quickly."
Wang Rong immediately covered for her second brother: "Grandpa, if you don't go, we won't dare to move our chopsticks."
Wang Gao softened his tone and said, "You guys eat first, and ask the butler to leave some for me on the side."
After saying that, the three of them left the hall, leaving only Wang Gao and Li Zhicheng.
"Rain God." Wang Gao frowned, "Could it be..."
"Acid rain!" Li Zhicheng exclaimed, "Acid rain is also a natural disaster. After the earthquake, chemical plants, pharmaceutical plants, machinery plants, and plastic plants all collapsed. Those harmful substances are no longer restrained. They must be floating in the sky and mixed with the rain!"
The more Li Zhicheng spoke, the more he felt it was believable: "Sir, it is better to believe it than not to believe it. Besides, I have also heard of this wandering immortal. He does have some skills."
If acid rain falls, killing a few people would be a small matter, but if it falls on the thousands of acres of fertile land they have just cultivated, it will be a fatal blow!
Without food, there will be no manpower. Without manpower, how can we continue to develop?
Wang Gao could not afford the consequences. It was just like what Li Zhicheng said: for such things, it is better to believe it than not to believe it.
"I am really grateful to you for this. If it weren't for you, we might not have figured out the mystery of these four words."
Li Zhicheng was overjoyed to receive a verbal compliment from the base commander. He said modestly, "No, no, I just happened to know the meaning of this word. Besides, the final decision will depend on you."
Wang Gao nodded and said, "I will go to Building 58 in person this afternoon to ask. If God really has a sign, I can make preparations early."
The two of them talked a little about how to deal with the follow-up if this matter was true, and Li Zhicheng left Villa No. 1 with a smile on his face.
Anyway, he just gave a little interpretation. The one who gave the red paper was Building 58, and the one who believed it was the base commander. If it doesn't come true in the end, it can't be blamed on him.
Li Zhicheng walked out of the inner circle, and unexpectedly saw an acquaintance when he went out the door.
"Jiang...Jiang Yuan?"
The figure on the path ahead froze, then subconsciously looked at the person who came and smiled flatteringly: "It turns out to be Uncle Li."
It really is her.
Li Zhicheng walked over in two or three steps, looked at his old niece's slightly haggard face, and asked with concern: "Why are you here?"
There were not many people on the road, but Jiang Yuan was still very embarrassed, especially because she appeared here in such a miserable state, coupled with Uncle Li's meaningful eyes, it seemed that she could not hide her filthiness.
"I, I..." Jiang Yuan bit her lower lip, feeling that it was too humiliating to expose the truth in front of her former elders!
Li Zhicheng looked up and saw that the path extended to villas 2 and 5. Villa 5 was currently uninhabited as it turned out to be the home of the deputy base commander.
He had also dealt with the deputy base commander before. How could he not know what kind of womanizing, lusty, and drunkard that guy was?
Then he patted his niece's thin shoulders and took out his business card: "My uncle lives in Building 15. If you need any help, just come and find me."
The rich girl didn't understand the metaphor in the words, but Jiang Yuan, who was treated as a gift by her father and was being courted by everyone, already understood it.
There was disbelief in her eyes, but in the end she said nothing, took the business card and ran away.
Li Zhicheng looked at her back with satisfaction and went home.
In the afternoon, Wang Gaolai was turned away at No. 58 as expected.
The wandering immortal didn't see him.
Jiang Miao welcomed the guests into the living room, where the bare cement floor and the sofa that had obviously been soaked in water and then dried were particularly eye-catching.
"Grandpa Wang, I'm really sorry. The Taoist priest will not see any guests in the near future. He said that seeing the secrets of heaven is harmful to himself and he needs to retreat and recuperate."
Wang Gao understood the detachment of this hermit, but since it involved thousands of acres of fertile land, how could he underestimate it!
"Xiao Jiang, there are some things I must ask the Immortal Master for a decision. I can't gamble on these things, right?"
Jiang Miao said politely: "In fact, the Taoist priest and I only have a simple relationship of support. I provide shelter and he eliminates my misfortunes and illnesses. It can't really be said that we have any friendship."
After a pause, she continued, "I was also present when the divination was being done this morning. Miss Wang didn't actually ask for any specific direction, so the Taoist priest wrote a red letter. When you came this afternoon, I learned that the red letter was written specifically for you to see."
Wang Gao was moved and hesitated to speak.
Jiang Miao immediately said: "The Taoist never makes calculations easily, but when he does, it is always accurate."
After drinking two glasses of boiled water and chatting for a while, Jiang Miao saw the base commander off.
There is more than a month left, which is enough time for the base to make preparations in advance.
Wang Gao returned to his office and sat in a chair to meditate for a while. Finally, he decided to write a letter to the official base in Beijing.
After the earthquake, the communications that had been established in various places were destroyed. Each base was like an isolated city, and information could not be easily exchanged.
The only way to send messages to Ancheng base is to use the most primitive manpower, traveling over mountains and rivers to deliver the messages.
But who could have known that the acid rain had already arrived when the letter was just received by the Beijing authorities and they had no time to open it.
The raindrops were very small at first, and when they landed on people, it felt like being pricked by needles and burned violently.
The streets began to panic, pedestrians fled in all directions, and people screamed miserably every moment.
Then the rain gradually got heavier, falling on people's bodies. Those who didn't have time to hide had their clothes quickly penetrated by the rain, leaving small holes, which made people's scalps numb.
Screams were heard one after another. Even though similar rumors had been circulating in the base for a long time, most people were skeptical and did not take them seriously because people did not feel pain unless they were slapped in the face.
After Jiang Miao finished decorating the second floor, he reinforced the courtyard with several concrete pillars, put up glass to block the attack of acid rain, and covered it with cut-to-size acid rain protective cloth as a precaution.
The base also took corresponding emergency measures. Under the command of the emergency rescue team, one-third of the thousands of acres of fertile land were quickly rescued. The remaining two-thirds had to be abandoned reluctantly due to various reasons such as shortage of manpower and insufficient materials.
Wang Gao stood under the eaves of the base office, his heart pounding.
Rain was splashing outside, and more than a dozen people were running wildly in the rain with their teeth grimacing. Some of them fell down because of panic, or were bumped by others. Their bodies fell into the rain as if they were electrocuted, twitching unconsciously.
The rain seeped into the clothes through the collars and trouser legs, and stuck between the clothes and the flesh, causing doubly pain if the clothes were torn even a little. Some people were able to get up in this pain, but some could never stand up and could only allow the corrosive rain to wash over their flesh and blood.
There were fewer and fewer people who could run in, and Wang Gao couldn't help but feel lucky that he suddenly remembered that there was a document that had not been signed in the office, otherwise he would be the one rolling on the road now.
"Help! Help! It's so hot and it hurts!" Several base office employees who were closest to the scene stumbled in. Their skin was burned by the acid rain, revealing blood-red raw flesh with a bloody smell. It was throbbing because of the pain its owner was feeling, which was extremely terrifying.
Two minutes later, a layer of white mist quickly rose on the ground under the rain, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of acid rain corroding the skin and flesh, as well as the steaming heat that followed.
"It's hot?"
Wang Gao initially thought it was an illusion caused by the pain from the burning acid rain, but with the hot and humid air and the white mist outside that was different from the usual rain, he felt that this rain might be a little unusual.
Jiang Miao in Villa No. 58 also noticed this. After thinking about it, he found a kitchen thermometer for measuring oil temperature in the space, cut a piece of discarded acid rain protection cloth, put it on, tied a rope and threw it outside.
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The thermometer froze at 86 degrees Celsius. Jiang Miao took the things back with lingering fear and sat on the ground for a long time, unable to recover.
The thermometer was wrapped in protective cloth, so the actual temperature was definitely higher than 86°C. In addition, the rain dissipated heat in the air, so she could even infer that the actual temperature of the falling rain was 100°C.
God really doesn’t leave us any way to survive. It’s not enough to just send acid rain, he even sends boiling water!
This was different from what she experienced in her previous life. In her previous life, there was only acid rain for more than a day, and there was no fog. In other words, the temperature was just normal for rain, far from such a terrifying temperature.
Just like the sudden hail before doomsday, it caught Jiang Miao off guard.
Although she was not very good at chemistry, she knew that the nitric acid compounds and sulfuric acid compounds in acid rain would become more reactive as the temperature increased.
In other words, the acid rain today is more corrosive than the acid rain she experienced in her previous life.
Then the protective measures taken at the beginning were obviously not enough.
Jiang Miao reacted quickly. He put on airtight shark skin and protective clothing, walked to the roof of the second floor, placed an upper layer of steel plates, and then placed two more layers above the yard.
Then she took off her protective suit and saw that the smooth silver-white fabric had turned slightly yellow and burnt. It had become like this in just five minutes!
This acid rain is really not simple.
"Oh." Jiang Miao sighed and turned back.
Meanwhile, the base office was busy helping the survivors treat their wounds. There were no doctors or nurses here, but fortunately someone knew a little first aid and immediately directed them to take off their clothes contaminated by acid rain.
How could these people, who were in so much pain, have the strength to take off their clothes that were stuck to their flesh and blood? They could only ask people around them for help.
Some people couldn't bear to watch and wanted to step forward to help, but as soon as their hands touched the clothes, they were burned and shook, and their fingertips immediately turned burnt yellow and hard like old calluses.
"No, I can't help, I really can't!" The man retreated again and again, not daring to go any further. Seeing this, others were even more afraid to step forward.
If you are wet by acid rain, you should immediately take off your clothes and rinse with plenty of water. Apply sodium bicarbonate compresses to the burned area and then go to the hospital for debridement, disinfection and bandaging.
But now, only rinsing with clean water can do it.
These people were struggling on the ground, begging everyone to help them. They were all colleagues who had worked together, so please don't be so indifferent.
But people are selfish, and after hesitating for a while, the most some people who feel guilty can do is to rinse them off with clean water.
Everyone stepped forward in an orderly manner and opened the lids of their cups to help the survivors dilute the acid rain and prevent further corrosion.
Suddenly, a tall and strong man, as if he was on the verge of death, grabbed the female colleague who was helping him and forced her to the ground!
The wet acid rain on his body dripped onto his female colleague's body. Although the temperature and concentration of the diluted acid rain had decreased, it was still corrosive and it was still painful when it came into contact with the skin!
The female colleague struggled desperately and screamed. People around her quickly took brooms to separate her. The part of her body that was covered by her clothes was fine, but her face, neck and hands were still disfigured.
“Hey, hey.” The perpetrator collapsed on the ground, with a mocking smile on his face as he weakly cried out for justice, “You guys are a bunch of high-sounding people. Even if I die today, I will drag someone down with me!”
After this happened, no one wanted to get close to these people who were corroded by acid rain, and it was raining heavily outside and the steam was getting thicker and thicker, so they couldn't go out.
All they could do was watch their breathing grow weaker and weaker until they died.
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