Chapter 193 Return to the End of the World 21
After talking to Gao Lang on the phone, he didn't reveal anything. He just told them not to open the door to strangers casually recently, to reinforce the gate if possible, not to take the rumors outside seriously, and not to wander around the city if there is nothing to do. They should make plans after the storm has passed. The couple had no choice but to put their hearts back in their stomachs.
Although having two more people in the house was a little inconvenient, it did add some liveliness. Chen Luo was a foresighted man, so he got up before dawn the next day to shovel snow in the yard. After a night of north wind, a thick layer of snow covered the yard. When people stood in the snow, half of their legs were buried in the snow.
When Lin Xing woke up, a clean path had been swept out in the yard. Perhaps to prevent slipping, a layer of dry grass was laid on the frozen ground.
He looked towards the utility room to the west. There was a faint candlelight coming from the crack of the door, and there was a faint voice coming from it, indicating that someone was awake. He thought for a moment and said nothing. He went to the kitchen to open the wooden cover on the water jar. The water surface was already covered with a layer of ice, which was not thick. He broke it open with a metal ladle with a little effort. He scooped a few ladles of cold water from the jar and put it in the iron pot. He sat under the stove and used dry grass to start a fire to boil a pot of hot water.
He filled two red thermoses with boiled water for drinking, and scooped three basins of the top snow from the yard with an iron basin for washing vegetables. He didn't cover the pot with a lid and continue to burn the fire until the iron pot was filled with clean snow.
The second pot of boiled water was put into a white plastic bucket, which was used for daily water such as washing, rice and vegetables. The white bucket was the type that could be seen everywhere before the end of the world. The English letters sprayed on it were already mottled, with only a cursive "N" hanging crookedly on it.
A pot of melted snow water can barely fill a bucket. Normally, Lin Xing would boil two buckets of water in the morning for daily use. However, thinking of the two extra people in the family, he boiled two more buckets. The last bucket of water had no place to be put, so it was just left in the pot. It was just enough for a few people to wash up in the morning.
I went to the utility room and knocked on the door: "Uncle Chen, are you guys up?"
There was a rustling sound from inside the door, and then an old man with gray hair and untidy beard opened the door: "It's Captain Lin." Since Gao Lang took over as the leader of the mercenary corps, Lin Xing also jumped up half a level and became the deputy captain. When Chen Luo called him, he naturally omitted the word "deputy".
"It's me. Thanks to you for sweeping the snow in the yard this morning, otherwise I wouldn't be able to go out today." He got up early in the morning to sweep the yard to show you that he is not a freeloader. He pointed in the direction of the kitchen and said, "I just boiled a few pots of water. The water bottle is for drinking, and the bucket is for daily use. There is another pot of hot boiling water in the pot now. If you want to wash up, you can use the water in the pot first."
As expected, Chen Luo also smiled: "No matter what, it's our duty to live here and help with some work. If there's anything I can do later, just let me know." He raised his arm and said, "Nothing else, but I still have some strength."
"That's great." Lin Xing agreed immediately, and then said: "Why don't you take Sister Lan to wash up first, I'll go see if my husband has woken up." A cold wind blew in from the yard, making him sneeze.
Chen Luo's expression immediately changed, and he urged him: "Okay, okay, I got it, you should go back to your room quickly. It's so cold today and you don't even know to put on more clothes. Be careful not to freeze..."
Now there are four people in this family, some are old, some are sick, and some are pregnant. There is only this one person who can support the family. If he really gets sick, we don’t know what to do. The thought of this makes us want to go back to the house as soon as possible.
After returning to the room, she was scolded again. Chen Qian, who heard everything outside clearly, sat in the quilt and braided her hair. She neatly divided her black hair into three strands and crossed them into the most basic pigtail. She then rolled it into a bun on her head and inserted a wooden hairpin. After shaking her head from side to side to make sure the bun was fixed, she glanced at the man who was facing the wall.
"Okay, stop pretending to be pitiful. You nag me to wear more clothes every day, but when it's your turn, you just wear a cotton jacket and go out. Haha, you don't even add a sweater." She sneered, "It's hard to find a three-legged frog these days, and two-legged men are everywhere. If something really happens to you, believe it or not, I will hold your baby and find a new man the next day..."
The man was stunned at first, then he lowered his head and seemed to think seriously for a moment, then he squeezed beside the bed and said seriously: "If something really happens to me, you should find a new one, but you should open your eyes a little, and don't mistreat our children when you find another one. Like Xiao Wang in our mercenary corps, don't be fooled by the boy's good looks and his habit of speaking sweet words, but actually the boy..." Before he could finish his words, he was blocked by a pillow printed with peony flowers.
Chen Qian was both angry and amused. However, she was just saying something in anger, but this person actually thought about his afterlife directly, and he looked serious, as if it was really the case. She felt sad and suffocated, but she couldn't help but pull the person over and bite him twice, until they were both panting and stopped.
Helping to smooth out the wrinkles at the collar: "I was just joking, why do you take it so seriously? Now that we finally have hope in our lives, we all have to be good. Do you hear me?" His tone became vicious at the end, and if you didn't look at the slightly red eyes, he would have looked quite ferocious.
Seeing that he had made the girl cry, Lin Xing hurriedly tried to comfort her, "Hey, I'm wrong, I'm wrong. Why are you saying such sad words on New Year's Day? Bah!" He spat twice and carefully observed her face. "We will definitely live a good life. Not only will we be able to watch the baby in this belly grow up, but we will also be able to meet the next generation and the next generation. When we are old, we can set up a recliner in this yard and play with the little ones every day..."
After finally coaxing the person into giving him some peace and quiet and helping him put on his clothes, the two of them finally left the house. The small paths between the houses in the yard were covered with dry grass, which made a "crunching" sound when they stepped on it.
Chen Qian was in high spirits and walked back and forth along the path several times until she felt slightly warm. She was then helped to the kitchen. Most of the water in the iron pot had been used, and the remaining water was enough for the two of them to wash up.
Chen Qian is from the south and is used to eating light porridge or noodles for breakfast. Last night, she somehow thought of the vegetarian noodles from her hometown. She thought about it for half the night and even her dreams were filled with the fragrance of the noodle soup. As soon as she woke up, the glutton in her stomach started to stir again.
"Shall we have vegetarian noodles this morning?"
Lin Xing didn't understand what was so delicious about the plain noodles: "How about I make you an egg with some vegetables?"
"No, I want to eat vegetarian noodles."
Simply boil the water, add a handful of noodles, cover with a lid and simmer for a few minutes. Sprinkle a pinch of salt when serving. It would be perfect if you had some chopped green onions to garnish it. Unfortunately, the green onions in Doomsday have changed. Not only have they grown more than one meter tall, but the smell they emit is also extremely irritating. Although the juice in the green onion leaves is not highly poisonous, it is enough to make you drink a bottle of it if it touches your body.
Chen Qian held the steaming bowl of noodles in her hands and sipped them while recalling the aroma of fresh green onions.
I really hope the Botanical Research Institute can be more powerful and find a substitute for green onions as soon as possible!
Thinking that she was full, Lin Xing scooped out a few palm-sized baked potatoes from the bottom of the pot and cleaned up the remaining noodle soup in the pot.
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