Zhao Xiaoxiu quickly pulled it back and gave a brief explanation. Monkey Sister then sat down again with seven parts curiosity, two parts wariness, and one part disbelief.
Soon, Sister Monkey excitedly tried to stand up again.
"Squeak!" The monkey saw a monkey!
Zhao Xiaoxiu: "That's King Gigi."
But Sister Monkey still stubbornly kept calling out, "Monkey, monkey."
Zhao Xiaoxiu shrugged and let it go.
With the adults not home, the kids can watch TV for as long as they want!
When she was craving something sweet, there were persimmons; when she was hungry, there was salted and crispy loach meat and potato-flavored nutritional liquid; and when she was thirsty, she could drink yogurt. On the afternoon her father left, Zhao Xiaoxiu's life couldn't be more wonderful.
When I get tired of watching TV, I can just lie down on the sofa and fall asleep.
Monkey Sister was even more excited than Zhao Xiaoxiu. After learning how to use the remote control, she watched one movie after another, skipping over those she didn't understand and switching to her favorite, King Gigi.
Zhao Xiaoxiu was half asleep when she heard a soft "squeak" and stubbornly reminded him, "That cartoon is called Boonie Bears, not King Gigi."
"Squeak squeak squeak!" That's King Gigi!
Zhao Xiaoxiu: "......" Forget it, why should she argue with a monkey?
He covered his head with a blanket and fell fast asleep.
The monkey sister was afraid she would get cold, so she pressed most of her body against her, using her fur and body heat to warm her up.
The two monkeys stared wide-eyed, clutching the remote control in their paws, repeatedly rewinding their favorite scenes and moments as if they had discovered a new world.
It wasn't until they heard the sound of a bicycle speeding by outside that the child and the monkey snapped out of their daze and looked expectantly toward the balcony.
It was already 8 p.m., and Zhao Gang's round trip had taken six hours.
He took Yin Lan home, returned the rented van, and then went to the recycling station to sell the cold weapons.
Just before the supply station closed, I generously spent 1,200 points to buy a whole case of yogurt, 30 bottles in total.
The points earned from selling cold weapons weren't even enough to cover the odd amount.
When leaving the city, I heard on the radio that there would be light snow the day after tomorrow. I saw someone selling charcoal and thought that there was no heater or air conditioner at home. I was worried that Zhao Xiaoxiu and her monkey sister would be cold in the snow, so I spent a thousand points to buy a hundred catties of charcoal.
When passing through Taoyuan Planting Village, there were people selling peanuts, melon seeds and other snacks by the roadside.
Zhao Gang decisively stopped and took a look.
The peanuts looked like walnuts, with hard, rough shells full of grooves. When cracked open, each peanut inside was only about the size of a thumbnail.
The villager gave him a crushed peanut to taste; it was slightly bitter, but it smelled very fragrant.
If you boil it in salt water to remove the bitterness first, and then smoke it over charcoal to dry, it will be salty, fragrant, and crispy, which should also be quite delicious.
"How many points per pound?" Zhao Gang asked as he reached out and grabbed a few sunflower seeds to taste, his movements as practiced as an old man who frequents the market.
The sunflower seeds look the same, but they taste very white and not fragrant at all. If they were braised in brine, they could probably be eaten as a snack.
These mutated sunflower seeds are all open, because mutated sunflowers can only sing when they open.
Zhao Gang felt that calling it "happy fruit" was not wrong.
The villager smiled and said, "Crushed peanuts are 10 points per 50 grams, and sunflower seeds are 8 points per 50 grams. Will you use Taoyuan points or Hope points? If you use Hope points, the total price will be charged an extra 10 points as a handling fee."
"Give me two jin of each," Zhao Gang said. "Use Hope Base points."
"Alright!" The villager selling the goods happily agreed, immediately took out a scale to weigh Zhao Gang, and used the white membrane produced by the mutated loofah as a bag to pack it for him. "360 points plus 10 points of handling fee, a total of 370 Hope Points."
Zhao Gang promptly transferred the points and packed the peanuts and sunflower seeds into his backpack.
When I put it in, I took a special look at the white membrane that holds the items. It is a very tough, multi-layered mesh that is semi-dry and can hold some lightweight items.
Seeing that Zhao Gang was interested in the white film, the villager said with a smile, "When it dries, sprinkle some water on it and you can use it to hold things. If it breaks, you can dry it and use it to start a fire."
It's a pity that the mutated bitter melon is now inedible. Not only is the bitterness intensified, but eating it will also cause diarrhea. He only kept a few that grew on their own in the ground to dry and use as firewood.
Zhao Gang nodded, indicating that he had learned something new.
Let's calculate the balance on the points card. This trip to the city cost 2570 points, and the remaining balance on the card is [number missing].
After buying everything, and with a 100-pound bag of charcoal tied to the back of his bicycle, it still took Zhao Gang nearly three hours to get home, even if he pedaled like a whirlwind.
He really wanted to expose himself, wrap himself in these things, and run home; that way, it would only take two minutes at most.
However, there are 'eyes' everywhere around here, and something in the sky is watching. The planting area is a specially protected area, and the risk of exposure is much greater than in Jiangcheng.
He wasn't afraid of those humans; he just didn't want anyone to disturb his and his cub's peaceful life.
Besides, riding a bicycle is quite fun.
Before Zhao Gang even reached his doorstep, he "saw" from afar a child and a monkey watching TV inside the house, and the expectant look on their faces.
A smile involuntarily crept onto his face, and he couldn't help but shout, "Dad's home!"
Sure enough, the next second, a small red figure rushed down the stairs like a whirlwind, burst out of the door, and pounced on him with outstretched arms.
"dad!"
Zhao had just straightened his bicycle and was still standing when he was almost knocked off his feet by this flying humanoid cannonball.
He quickly reached out and caught the little figure that flew towards him, then lifted her high and spun her around twice, making her laugh nonstop.
Sister Monkey was very helpful; she skillfully carried the backpack from the bicycle back to the sofa in the lobby and then dragged the bag of charcoal piled high inside.
"Dad, what is this?" Zhao Xiaoxiu asked curiously.
However, after not seeing each other for most of the day, Zhao Gang felt as if he and the cub had been separated for several days.
Reluctant to put her down, he carried the baby in one arm and pushed the bicycle into the house with the other, replying, "I bought a hundred catties of charcoal. The weather forecast says it will snow the day after tomorrow, and having charcoal will help us get through the winter."
"Hibernate?" Zhao Xiaoxiu found it intriguing. "Dad, you even know about hibernation?"
Zhao Gang gently tapped the cub's warm head with his cold, hard forehead. "Of course." He knew a lot.
Zhao Xiaoxiu chuckled, rubbing her head with her little hands, feeling itchy.
The bicycle was parked in the tool shed. Zhao Gang carried his daughter to the sofa. When the little girl saw the bulging backpack, she couldn't wait to struggle to get down.
A baby and a monkey stood in front of Zhao Gang, their big eyes looking at him with the same expectant expression, waiting for him to open the backpack.
The monkey sister couldn't help but rub her paws excitedly. Just as she carried the backpack in, she had already touched the outline of the yogurt bottle.
Zhao Gang didn't understand the concept of keeping secrets, so he readily took out the yogurt, peanuts, and melon seeds from his backpack and placed them on the small table.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com