Chapter 216 215. Heavy Rain

How should ginseng be prepared? None of the two people present had experience, so they finally chose the stupid method -

sun.

Just dry it.

In the high temperature of thirty or forty degrees, the tiny ginseng whiskers were tied to the door with ropes, spinning in the wind and soon began to shrink.

After shrinking, it became even smaller. Facing the overly dazzling sunlight, Huai Yu stared at it until his eyes were almost crossed. Without looking at the rope, he could not find where it was.

"How many days of sun exposure will it take to see the effect?"

Zhou Qian thought about it and answered cautiously: "Three days?"

"Okay!" Huaiyu took out a notebook and wrote down the date: "Put it away after three days. I'll give it to you again in a month or two to see if it works."

And now——

Huaiyu looked at Zhou Qian: "Brother Zhou Qian, do you want to buy a fan?"

The weather is really too hot.

Zhou Qian shook his head: "Why buy a fan? Aren't you going to buy a car? I can just move here and sleep at night."

Both Rose Corridor and Kuang Biao are here. There is not even a mosquito here. Except for working in the morning and evening, the two of them have settled down here.

Looking at the overlapping rose branches on his side, Zhou Qian never thought that he would one day be so brave.

However, it is not completely free of distractions here.

At the very least, he really couldn't stand the sweet and cuddly courtship scenes every day.

Because during this half month, the sunflower has grown a lot taller, and every inch of its growth has been seen by Kuang Biao who is very close to it.

"Little Elm, Little Elm! Now that you are not working, can you help me read a poem to it?"

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu! The poem you chose yesterday was not a good one. You should just read the original one."

"I like the bright, quiet and beautiful sunflowers. Please read it again..."

Every day he would make all kinds of long-winded requests, and every day his eldest and second cousins ​​would break a few of them, and then the same thing would happen the next day.

And now——

"Zhou Qian, Zhou Qian, you are older, so you should read two poems."

"Let's pick another one to read today? I thought about it carefully. Xiaoyu's appearance may be in line with the public's aesthetic standards. Otherwise, why do the eldest and second cadets like her so much?"

"You look safe. Why don't you read poetry later?"

"Otherwise, if my girlfriend falls in love with someone else before she grows up, wouldn't I be in big trouble?"

Zhou Qian: "...Isn't your head green now?"

Kuang Biao was very unhappy when these words came out: "Where is green? Where is green? This is my living state, this is my biological performance."

"The green top of the head I'm talking about is a kind of mental thing. Do you understand mental thing?"

"Oh, you are really too rough. Read more poetry and edify yourself."

Zhou Qian was almost amused by the anger.

If he hadn't been unable to beat him, and Huaiyu had said that Kuang Biao was only six years old, he would really...

Wait a minute! At this moment, he put down the metal shelf he was repairing, which he had picked up from the junk pile, and suddenly became curious:

"You talk about your girlfriend every day, your girlfriend...Does Sunflower pay attention to you?"

What a deadly topic! Huaiyu was cutting eggplants when he suddenly became excited.

And Kuang Biao also shouted immediately: "Does love have to be responded to? Can't we be in sync with each other?"

"You humans are really shallow."

"So what if it doesn't respond to me now? We are childhood sweethearts. Once it becomes conscious, it will definitely accept my pursuit."

Zhou Qian: …

He looked hesitantly at the large field of sunflowers in front of him. Because they were mutated tall sunflowers, they had been purified and stimulated to grow, and now they were nearly 2 meters tall.

If they grow another month, they might be taller than the house when they bloom. But despite being so tall, they still haven't shown any signs of awakening, which I guess is something Huai Yu has intentionally controlled.

That--

Zhou Qian suppressed his laughter: "What if I still don't respond to you after the sunflowers bloom and bear fruit? Does that count as a broken heart?"

Kuang Biao never expected this scene! How could he not have his own consciousness? The Rose Corridor had consciousness, Kuang Biao had consciousness, the ginseng had consciousness, and even the two barnyard grass trees that could not speak by the pond had their own consciousness!

How could there be no sunflowers?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Impossible!" It said firmly, "It's easy for us mutant plants to develop consciousness."

But most of them are relatively simple, even worse than the barnyard grass by the pond, at most they can feel hungry, thirsty, angry, etc. Growth and reproduction are their instincts.

So… he remembered that when the sunflower was first planted, its mutation value was very high among the plants Huaiyu brought back. How could it be without consciousness? But somehow, when he thought of this, the whole bamboo forest panicked. It shook the bamboo leaves on its head and said fiercely: "It will develop consciousness sooner or later!"

"Write a poem for me when the time comes. You are just a human being, and you are not allowed to even think about it. It is a sin to even think about it."

Zhou Qian: …

He put down the shelf in his hand and thought again: Am I free enough to chat and joke with Zhuzi now?

It feels like the experience of escaping death in the wilderness is from a distant past life.

But after this episode, Kuang Biao no longer asked them to read poems to the sunflowers. Instead, he stretched out his branches and leaves with the help of the wind, bent down, secretly touched the leaves of the sunflowers, and then gently poked them.

"When can you talk to me?"

"Want a polluted rain?"

At this moment, Kuang Biao seemed to have the attributes of a crow's mouth, and the forecast the next morning once again reminded us of the coming rainstorm.

The heavy rain started in the morning. Almost soon after the morning forecast was given, bean-sized raindrops began to fall one by one, and then formed a large raindrop.

Huaiyu stared at the eggplants that he had just hung up to dry yesterday. The moisture had not yet dried out. After the continuous rainy days, they would definitely become moldy and go bad. He had no choice but to take them down in frustration:

"Let's eat eggplant these days."

Zhou Qian sighed: "Eggplant tastes better when stewed with meat."

But then he stared outside the door again. The vague resistance in his body and the restlessness of the ivy on his legs showed that this rain was unusual.

Even Huaiyu stared out the door, and then suddenly exclaimed, "This rainwater is so dirty!"

After a moment, both fell silent.

With their experience, they have realized that following the continuous rainy days with severe pollution in the spring, another rainstorm with equally high pollution levels is coming this summer.

When Huaiyu looked out of the back window, he saw that in the bamboo forest, which had been becoming increasingly sparse in the storm, bamboo shoots were once again sprouting.

Even the eldest and second chicks huddled together in their own shed, with their hair as soft and smooth as steel needles, not wanting to get touched by even a drop of water.

Update 2, good night. I'm writing furiously next door, so I'm a little late.