Chapter 197 What kind of evil did I commit?
After a few days of leisure, Sava also came back.
Sava sent a message early, saying that Niu Ma had sent a lot of things, and asked Bai Ling to bring people to the airport to pick them up and move the things back.
When he arrived at the hangar, Bai Ling was shocked when he saw the mountain of cargo.
Sava crossed his arms and raised his chin. "That Niuma guy was so enthusiastic. He thought we helped him a lot, so he got a lot of federal specialties and insisted on giving them to me."
As he spoke, he handed over the list of goods. Bai Ling took a quick look and found that this batch of specialties included everything from food to toys, and was worth at least hundreds of thousands of star coins.
This gift is indeed valuable, but compared with the economic benefits that the grain order brings to Niu Ma, it is a drop in the bucket.
Therefore, it was natural and reasonable for Bai Ling to accept the gift.
But after looking through the list, he found that most of the items were useless. Bai Ling first let Sava Seagull and the others pick out some of the ones they liked and then gave the rest as rewards to the soldiers who had made meritorious services to make them happy.
In the end, he was left with only some garden supplies, such as nutrient soil, garden elf sculptures, and fertilizer.
It has to be said that the Federation is indeed a major agricultural country, and even its fertilizer varieties are quite novel. Normal chemical fertilizers focus on comprehensive nutrition, including nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium. But the batch sent by Niu Mammoth was mainly natural, and the raw materials were either two-meter-long alien slugs or crispy little green worms.
The packaging is more fancy than the other, and the pictures on them are not flowers or plants, but cartoon insects.
Bai Ling counted the fertilizers, but no matter how he counted, there were still three bags missing.
In the back, Sava burped, "Your freeze-dried snacks are good. I've finished them. Burp."
Bai Ling: “…”
Make a sharp popping sound.
He rushed over immediately, pried open the chicken's mouth and took him to induce vomiting.
Savoy was confused: "No, I looked at the packaging and it said 'can be used as chicken feed'."
Bai Ling:?
He urgently checked the additives on the package and found that the ingredient list was quite clean and full of protein.
Bai Ling looked cold and gave Ji a slap on the face:
"You are half man and half chicken, not a whole chicken. Don't eat anything randomly next time. What if something bad happens to you?"
Sava was so angry that he grumbled, "You stinky bird, you messed up my newly combed ear feathers!"
Bai Ling perfunctorily pushed it back to him, snorted and left it alone.
After the things were transported back and they had lunch, they received news that Kidd wanted to ask them to come out and play. It turned out that a group of seagulls had set up a sunning area. They built a platform and spread fine sand to make it convenient for a group of birds to spread their wings and bask in the sun.
Standing nearby and looking over, you can see colorful little wings fluttering in the golden sand.
Birds naturally like to bask in the sun, which not only increases their calcium absorption but also keeps their feathers bright in color. They pounced into the sand, stretched their wings to the sides like solar panels, and lay on their backs, feeling hot all over and their feathers blooming with pleasure.
Maybe there were too many birds and I didn’t know which one was passing by. I can sum it up vividly in one sentence: “Chicken stall.”
Kidd was sitting under a large colorful parasol. He was wearing sunglasses and a holiday floral shirt, and was enjoying the sailor's ice cream service.
While on vacation, Kidd underwent his first course of cancer cell elimination surgery at Wild Star Hospital. He seemed to have recovered well and his complexion looked much better than before.
Bai Ling was very pleased to see that he was getting better day by day.
In the previous life, the conditions were insufficient and they were unable to save their brothers. Now that they are wealthy in this life, they will do whatever it takes to give Seagull the best medical conditions.
When Kidd saw him coming, he took the initiative to invite him to sit down, snapped his fingers and called someone over, "Send a glass of lemon water to Commander Bai, and add a little honey, he has a sore throat."
Bai Ling took it and took a sip. It was refreshing and slightly sour, just right for relieving swollen and painful gums. He felt much better.
Kidd looked at his expression and smiled, "Half a lemon and two parts honey are the best for reducing swelling. Anatol always had toothaches before, so I let him drink this."
When the sailor heard the word Anatole, he stiffened slightly. But he instantly returned to normal, walked away as if nothing had happened, and threw the ice cream bowl into the trash can.
Bai Ling glanced at the sailor and said nothing. He turned to the seagull and asked, "What's going on?"
Kidd has been in charge of transporting refugees recently. The three planets they captured originally had 30 million residents, but because of the Federation's requirements, they were forced to leave their homes and make a living everywhere. A large number of them are living with Uncle Seagull’s Chamber of Commerce.
Now that the dust has settled and the legal ownership of the planet has been secured, of course we have to send these residents back home.
This task naturally fell on Seagull - he was a pirate in the past, and before that he was one of the refugees, so he knew the local situation very well. With a familiar face like him coming forward, the refugees will feel more at ease.
Kidd elaborated, "We have six ships, plus the two large passenger ships you rented, and we have been working overtime to send nearly 60% of the people back. We estimate that by the end of the month, we will have completed the task. Fortunately, you reminded us not to damage the buildings. Now that they have returned home, the basic power supply and water supply in the city are still functioning, but they still need to rest for a while before they can resume production and life."
Of course, this result was far beyond Kidd's expectations. After wandering for so many years, he was finally able to get his feet on the ground and return to his home which was occupied by the enemy. He was so grateful that he couldn't express it in words.
If it weren't for Bai Ling, he and a group of scattered pirates would probably never have been able to break through the siege and take back their homeland in their lifetime.
He wanted to repay this favor, and those 30 million refugees were eager to do the same.
He had already instructed his subordinates to seriously publicize Bai Ling's work among the masses, to boost everyone's morale, to get everyone back to their posts, and to rebuild the industrial and commercial system that had been abandoned for three years.
In this way, these three remote stars can become the main arteries of the rear, continuously supplying fresh blood such as supplies, personnel, and medical care for future battles on the empire's homeland.
They want to become Bai Ling's geopolitical support, allowing him to charge forward on the front line without any worries.
He had already decided to follow Bai Ling to the end. Although his uncle had some complaints and thought that he should stay and continue to escort the Chamber of Commerce.
But Kidd felt that the seagull's life was short, and if he could meet another eagle that took him to another ocean, he should seize the opportunity no matter what and see the distance.
He was thinking so eagerly, but Bai Ling smiled and said, "Your work is done very well, but I am not only asking about your work, I also want to ask about your health."
Kidd felt warm in his heart, and said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't die even if I play another hundred games."
Sava happened to come and heard them talking. He said, "The weather is still good in Yexing. If I die in the war, it would be nice to be buried here."
Bai Ling's expression froze, and he said coldly: "Don't say that!"
You can't spit out ivory from a chicken's mouth. I've never seen anyone cursing himself like this.
Sava glanced at him strangely: "Why are you reacting so strongly?"
"It's unlucky to say these things on a sunny day." Bai Ling said unhappily.
"Should we talk about it on a sunny day or a rainy day? That's so creepy."
As he spoke, Sava leaned back in his recliner. The top two buttons of his shirt were loose, and as he stretched, the cleavage of his chest muscles deepened, attracting more alphas passing by to steal a glance at him.
"Besides, have you never thought about who will come to your funeral? I thought everyone would have a fantasy when they have nothing to do, who will come to their funeral... like who will cry until their tentacles melt, who will make me a McNugget, who will shovel the dirt for me without saying a word--"
Bai Ling was very sensitive and wanted to beat him up after hearing that: "I won't shovel the dirt for you."
Sava: Stare—
Bai Ling gritted his teeth and stressed: "Don't even think about getting entangled with that jellyfish! I won't invite him."
Savoy: Keep staring—"Really? You look like the kind of person who would spend all of his savings on an urn for his friend."
Bai Ling: "There is no such thing!"
Sava leaned forward in confusion: "The feathers are standing up, you didn't really do it."
Bai Ling: “…”
Get ready to leave and don't listen to his nonsense.
At this time, Sava caught up with him from behind, patted his shoulder and comforted Falcon:
"I was just joking. Why are you taking it so seriously? We've all been in battles and risked our lives. There's nothing wrong with just chatting. The soldiers in my team are always discussing whose lover's toilet they want to pour their ashes into."
Little did he know that Bai Ling was not being too serious, but was just afraid that his words would come true.
Seeing his cold poker face, Sava had no choice but to dig into his pocket and said, "This is for you."
"What?" Bai Ling was stunned and looked down.
"You have a sore gum, right? I bought a special spray from the Federation before I boarded the plane. I heard it's very effective." Sava stuffed it into his pocket generously. "Take it. Just remember this general's kindness. You're welcome."
Bai Ling touched the medicine through his pocket with a blank expression... No wonder the insidious Jellyfish was so persistent in pestering the chicken, his generous look was really attractive.
It's also a pervert.
The two of them joked for a while, and then the terminal rang. Bai Ling picked it up and heard the other end say, "Commander Bai, the nutrient soil weighs four tons. Do we really need to carry it upstairs?"
The amount of soil that Niu Ma provided for that kind of flowers was more than enough.
Bai Ling thought for a moment and said, "Then put it outside. By the way, where are the people who built the glass house for your dormitory last time? Call them over and build a greenhouse for me under the boat. The bigger the better."
Savoyard heard this and asked curiously, "Why do you suddenly want to build a greenhouse? Don't you have a garden in your home?"
He also went to pick tomatoes.
"Yes, there is, but the greenhouse is getting more and more densely planted. I will get lost if I go in." Bai Ling said helplessly, "Didn't I bring back a bunch of trees and grass from Aquarius last time? He actually wants to stuff them in. I'm afraid the floor structure will collapse."
"So after thinking about it, I decided to build a new one downstairs. Anyway, there's a large piece of land next to the mothership. It takes ten minutes to run a horse out, so it's enough to plant anything."
This was not a decision made on a whim, but was an idea I had had for a long time. As the nutrient soil arrived today, I decided to get everything done at once and build the basic structure of the greenhouse.
As for what flowers to plant, how to divide it, and how to arrange it, just let the fish figure it out on its own. He likes doing this anyway.
Sava stroked his chin and thought: "I think you might as well build a manor, right in front of the Gobi Desert, the scenery is good in the evening. Make it an English style, plant a lush green lawn, and then put a particle composite cover on it to prevent moisture from escaping. How great... My family used to have such a manor, yours is a great admiration."
Bai Ling raised his eyebrows slightly: "Before?"
"Yes, and later on we sold it. My parents were not very ambitious and squandered a large part of our fortune."
As Sava spoke, he began to stammer and gradually stopped talking.
It was boring to return to the residence, so Sava simply called the mecha Ptolemy to come over and work with Bai Ling to dig the soil and build a greenhouse.
They first dug a four-meter-deep hole in the ground, and then filled it with a layer of gravel and a layer of nutrient soil to ensure that after planting the plants, the roots would not be burned and the air permeable would be maintained.
Bai Ling called a row of soldiers to help dig, and they finished the job before sunset.
Just then the glass cover for the greenhouse was delivered. The transport truck drove in from outside the tightly guarded electrified fence, and the driver got out of the vehicle for inspection. He heard the order to "turn around and raise your hands", turned around, and saw the [Danger Keep Out] sign on the tightly enclosed iron fence, which really scared him.
Bai Ling looked at the sign and remembered that it was put up during the mermaid breeding season. Later I just kept it there and never took it off.
It is better to keep it, to prevent some foolish creatures from running in and being turned into solid flower fertilizer by the fish.
The glass house is a customized corridor-type that can be disassembled and can be widened and lengthened at any time as required, making it convenient for future expansion.
After the installation was completed, Bai Ling took off his dirty work gloves, climbed up the big rock with Sava, and sat down on the spot. He pried open the soda bottle with his teeth and took a sip. He looked at the crimson sunset over the Gobi Desert and the bright golden sky, and his mood became much more cheerful.
Despite the barrenness of the land, the climate of Yexing is indeed very suitable for recuperation.
The land is vast and sparsely populated, the sky is clear and there are soft clouds floating in the sky all the time. No matter how tense the bones are, they will become soft and lazy after living here for two or three days.
Huo Yuan once said that the atmosphere on their remote planet was like this, because everywhere was far away, so they just took their time.
Bai Ling thought to himself: This place is suitable for retirement.
Maybe building a manor is a good idea after all. When we have free time later, we will dig a deep swimming pool here, and the mermaids will grow flowers while he goes fishing.
At this time, Sava bumped his shoulder, holding the soda bottle, and asked him: "Hey, Stinky Bird, what do you think the world after death is like? Will it be a mirror image of this world? For example, people over there can also see the sunset, but it is upside down."
What happened to this chicken? It's so weird, I'm always feeling sad and depressed.
Bai Ling pondered for a while and suddenly realized that Sava was wearing all black today. He opened his lips:
"Today is ..."
His profile blended into the red sun in the background. Sava raised his thick lips and held up an ice-blue glass bottle:
"Let's drink to Savoy I!"
Today is his grandfather's memorial day.
That’s why we think about life, death, and imagine another world.
"...Grandpa passed away a long time ago, but I always feel like he's still around. It's like one day when I look back, I'll find him looking at me intently." Sava drank the soda and became half drunk from the vodka. "Do you think there will be a moment when the afterlife will intersect with us?"
Bai Ling casually said: "How do you know this is not the afterlife?"
Sava woke up: "...Don't scare me!"
Bai Ling: "Are you scared now?"
Savoy put the soda bottle on the stone and saw that he looked calm. Then he asked, "So have you ever really been to a funeral?"
Bai Ling turned his head and stared at him for a while. For some reason, that look made Sava feel a little uneasy. After a long while, Bai Ling nodded slowly and took a sip of soda, "I guess so."
"How many people are there?" Sava asked again.
"a lot of."
"How much is that?"
"a lot of……"
There were so many names that I could make a list that was as long as the floor. I checked the names one by one under the dim light in the middle of the night until my eyes almost went blind.
That was what happened after Bai Ling in the previous life was redeemed.
After the revolution failed, he was arrested and spent the most painful three months of his life in prison. Not physically, but mentally - the authorities were very enthusiastic and would have the prison boss splash water on him every morning to wake him up, and then stuff a hot, freshly printed newspaper into his hand.
As was customary during that period, the front page headlines would publish a list of people who had been executed that day.
Sometimes the list was so long that it would fill the entire page, like lice on a coffin, crawling all over his trembling vision.
The jailer then ordered him to read the list aloud three times from beginning to end, otherwise he would be whipped.
Some people may say that this is not a harsh punishment, it is just reading the name, which is nothing compared to flogging.
But for a person of faith, this is the greatest torture.
There were many names on the list that he was familiar with, but more often than not, they were strangers to him. As his hand holding the newspaper began to twitch unconsciously and his voice became hoarse, the prison boss announced loudly:
"Another friend died!"
The word "friend" was pronounced in a distorted way, with a sarcastic tone. It seems that all the trust that had ever been given is worthless in their eyes.
In winter, I was wearing a wet cotton coat and standing in the wind, reading the list while feeling cold all over. There was no trace of blood on his pale face, making people wonder whether there was still blood flowing in his veins.
After reading it three times, the prison boss grabbed the newspaper and threw it on the ground, and then endless interrogation began.
They would keep asking him one question: "Why don't you die?"
Your friend is dead, your revolution has failed, why don't you die? How can you still have the face to live in this world?
They wanted to see him commit suicide.
In this way, the front-page headline tomorrow morning will "reasonably" show the cause of his death: suicide out of shame and fear of punishment.
They wanted to use his death to shame all the people on the list who had fought.
Bai Ling will not let them get their wish.
During that time he was in a trance, like a worker in a crematorium after the war who burned 1,800 bodies a day. He almost had a mental breakdown and was sent to a mental hospital.
But he always had a thought in his mind - I still have something important to do, and I must not die easily. This thought helped him get through the entire winter. In February, the jailer whipped him severely and told him that a "sucker" had gone mad and was willing to pay a ransom of 40 billion for his freedom.
Bai Ling didn't know where he had done favors for this kind-hearted person. When he met the other party, the short, fat and kind gentleman took off his hat and saluted:
"It was the people's companions who saved you."
Partner of the people, what a kind and lovely name.
Mr. "People's Partner" gave him some money. The amount was huge, enough for him to buy a small apartment on a remote planet, run a small business, and live out the rest of his life in peace and stability.
It was truly a thoughtful gift.
Thank you for your generosity.
He said, "Fly as fast as you can. The farther you go, the better."
Bai Ling came back quietly.
After the revolution failed, everyone was gone and there was no one I knew on the street. Instead of taking the money and starting a new life, he went into the archives and made photocopies of old newspapers.
He also has an important task, which is a task that every leader should perform after the end - the person who survives last will be responsible for the funeral of the people in front.
During wartime, every soldier had a "dog tag" with information such as date of birth, blood type, allergy history, and the most important item: contact person in case of death.
In principle, every soldier must register a contact person. But the reality is that most of them are orphans, homeless unemployed people, and drivers from broken families - poor people who lack relatives and friends.
In order to take care of the funeral arrangements, they listed the contact person as the chief officer.
Bai Ling is their leader.
His name was written in the list of dead and wounded people by hundreds of people.
Among them were friends with whom he had shared life and death, as well as volunteer soldiers whom he had never met. In that era, the trust and entrustment between strangers could transcend time, space and cognition.
Late at night, Bai Ling lay on the bumpy wooden table of the small hotel, reading the name hoarsely under the dim desk lamp. On the left was a list of executed people from the newspaper, and on the right was a contact list. Every time he found a duplicate name, he put an X on it with a black pen:
"... Klein, dead... Chisha, dead... Eskewell... dead..."
"Ransom is 8,000 per person, cremation is 2,000, urn is 700..."
A ransom is necessary. The authorities are very good at doing business. They stockpile the bodies of those executed, waiting for their tearful relatives to come to them, and then extort money from them, calling it "storage fees."
Bai Ling asked someone to pay the money and take them out one by one.
To this end, he spent all his family fortune and even the money that kind people had given him to start a new life.
But he doesn't regret it.
If a kind-hearted person redeems me, I will redeem my friends. If he redeems me, it is equivalent to redeeming hundreds of souls... I have to live well and cannot let the 40 billion be wasted. Good man, I hope he can go to heaven.
Bai Ling bought a piece of cemetery and buried the urns.
The gravekeeper saw that he was staggering, sick and exhausted, and that he looked like he would not live long, so he took the opportunity to sell him a piece of land: "Would you like to buy yourself a grave? There is a discount now."
Bai Ling shook his head and said contentedly: "No, when I die, I will be buried here too."
On the bright side, the day of his burial will surely be very lively, with the ghosts of his comrades noisily surrounding the tombstone and complaining to him, "Why did you come so late? You're sleeping on the outside, so you'll get stepped on."
Then they would pull him out of the tombstone, pat him and fluff him up, just like they had pulled him out of the trench many years ago, and shout, "How can you stay on the outside? You will be discovered by the enemy. Let us come--"
As good as before.
However, the gravekeeper listened to his words and reminded him: "Then you have to find someone to help you bury it. If you don't buy a new cemetery, we won't be responsible for the burial. And I see that you came alone. Do you have a funeral attendant? Who will pray for you in the future?"
yes.
He was the last man alive.
After his death, no one attended his funeral. Who else can pray for him?
Bai Ling lowered his eyes, pursed his dry lips, raised his head and smiled: "Who knows, maybe there will be kind people passing by and wish me happiness in the next life."
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