Chapter 30 30. Xiaotian
Huaiyu didn’t know anything Zhou Qian said.
Her memory began when the national census began on March 8, and she had no idea of the subtle understanding that everyone had during the six years of the disaster.
She did have some knowledge of normal life, which made her not look like a fool. Huaiyu touched her head with pity. Her brain was really good! But now, there might be a lot of curses in the city, but in this silent and invisible and terrifying rose corridor, there was nothing. She could only stare blankly at the dark rain curtain.
The Rose Corridor, which had a bit of a temper before but was generally docile, was now baring its fangs and claws in the rain, and Sanqing Mountain, which could not be seen in the middle of the night, now seemed to be surging with even greater terror.
Just now she said that the mountains were her home, but now after a rain, home... is gone?
The docile and lovely Rose Corridor has gone crazy. How can her Shui Lingling eat the wild vegetables and mushrooms that she herself hasn’t eaten yet?
Most likely not.
Looking at the soybeans that were about to be eaten, Huaiyu's face fell.
( p′︵‵.) If I had known this, I would have used these soybeans as seeds, and I could have bought nutrient solution with the rest and stored them. They would have lasted for a month or two!
Then wait for the rain to stop and carefully plant the seeds in the ground. With the help of supernatural powers, after a month or two... there will always be some yield, right?
But now the beans have all been soaked, and there is no way to plant them in the heavy rain. Huaiyu struggled for a long time, and finally just gave up:
Since it was already like this, she couldn't plant anything anyway, so she just ate it! At worst, she could go back and buy beans, or go to those who sell vegetable seedlings. She still remembered that pepper seedlings were 10 cents each!
At this moment, he cupped his hands, scooped out half of the beans, and put them directly into the pot.
After thinking for a while, he put his hand into the water again, squeezing out the little bit of supernatural power that he had just recovered...
There were strands of unknown substances flowing from her palms into the water. Huaiyu widened her eyes and watched the dirty water slowly become clear and clean...
Although there were still some impurities floating in the water, it made her feel cleaner.
Then he turned around and looked at the water in the mineral water bucket beside him...
Her face fell instantly.
…
After purifying a whole bucket of water, Huaiyu sat there trembling all over, barely able to lift his arms.
He gasped for breath and rested for a while, then angrily added some firewood and put the pot on the stove.
The flames instantly rose up, and because there was still smoke in the house, the door was still open. The coolness of the rain drifted in, making people feel very uncomfortable.
Huaiyu adjusted the direction, and when the pot was hot, he put the handful of soybeans he had just scooped out in. After only being soaked in water for more than half an hour, the soybeans were only slightly softened on the surface, but still hard inside.
But it doesn't matter.
She used a wooden spatula to stir the beans according to her memory. After the high fire quickly dried up the moisture on the beans, she took out the firewood from the stove and turned it to low heat to slowly roast them.
Stir-frying and flipping the food at the same time is a little fun way to kill time on boring nights.
As the aroma of burnt food slowly emerged, Huai Yu's resentment and fatigue disappeared in an instant.
She became more alert, staring at the pot with her eyes burning! She could hear the occasional cracking sound of soybeans, which was very pleasant to the ear.
The slightly cracked places of the soybeans in the pot had already shown some signs of browning. As Huaiyu turned the beans over, he could feel his mouth watering.
She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the moving burnt aroma, feeling that she had never been so greedy before.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw a small, wet thing next to the flickering shadow of the jumping fire, looking at her carefully with its small black eyes.
Eh? Huaiyu looked over with wide eyes and found that the wet little thing looked a bit like the field mouse that he had sponsored before!
I don’t know if it’s because of the rain, but the color of its hair is different from before, it looks like maroon or orange.
At this moment, the little field mouse huddled together and looked at her pitifully, as if it was rubbing against the warmth of the flame, or against the scent of soybeans.
Huaiyu: ...
She thought of her peanuts, yam beans, and two large pots of mung beans that she had exchanged for from the defense army, and felt a little guilty at the moment.
Then she smiled even more amiably:
"Xiaotian, although I accepted a small amount of sponsorship from you, I also shared my 600 acres of land with you."
"As a vole, it's best to be content."
The field mouse, who had been given the name "Xiaotian" for some unknown reason, squeaked and nimbly moved closer to the fire. Looking up at her, he looked even more pitiful.
Huaiyu was still very determined: "What about 600 acres of land..."
“Squeak!”
"No vole has ever achieved what you have!"
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"The greedy little field mouse will be caught by the owl!"
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
“…”
"Okay, okay, it's raining so hard, I'll be merciful and let you roast a fire here. But you have to leave after you're done..."
"squeak……"
"You are so greedy... Never mind, come on, I'll give you one more bean. There is no more."
“Squeak…”
"Three! Just three! There's no more. I'm going to sprinkle salt!"
Huaiyu carefully picked out three soybeans with the spatula, blew on them near his mouth, and then poured them into his palm.
The soybeans have been thoroughly fried, with wide cracks appearing on the dry yellow skin. There are charred spots on the whole bean from time to time, and they are turning back and forth in the pan, looking particularly tempting.
She put the soybeans on the side of the stove, and the field mouse squeaked and couldn't wait to move forward! When she got closer to the stove, Huaiyu realized that the field mouse's fur had turned darker from wet just now, but now after some bargaining, the field mouse's fur had been half dried.
The flames in the stove danced, making its hair look orange-red, with a halo of golden edge at the very end.
It’s pretty nice! Huaiyu wanted to touch it for a moment.
But she soon came to her senses, thinking that there were not many soybeans in the first place, so she puffed out her cheeks, watched the field mouse shrink its head to eat the soybeans, and then she carefully poured out a pinch of salt and sprinkled it evenly on the beans.
The salt melted quickly under the high temperature and soon seeped into the beans. She flipped the beans, which were already charred on the edges, and then took a deep breath, holding up the spatula and announced loudly:
"Wow! I am the master chef! My crispy and salty soybeans!!!"
The next moment, there was a sudden "puchi" sound of soft laughter.
Huaiyu immediately looked outside the door with a vigilant expression!
There was still a damp and cold wind blowing in from outside the door, and it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.
But at this moment, what surged in her heart was not curiosity, but huge horror and uneasiness!
Here we come! (End of this chapter)