Chapter 97 The Last Hot Pot
Banxia lifted Uncle Huang up high and said, "Come here—call daddy!"
Uncle Huang turned his head away in disgust.
It has lived for more than ten years and is indeed very old. Under natural conditions, a weasel can live up to nineteen years. In human society, it is not an exaggeration to say that Uncle Huang is over seventy years old. In terms of seniority, he is at least two generations older than Banxia. How dare this yellow-haired girl ask it to call her dad?
"Don't call me? If you don't call me, daddy won't give you anything to eat." Banxia moved closer to it, and her bright eyes stared straight at Grandpa Huang's two small eyes that were like black buttons. The white mist she exhaled slowly swirled in the air. Grandpa Huang turned his head away in disgust again, then broke free from the girl's hand and ran away through the crack of the door.
It does not need Pinellia to feed it, it can find it on its own.
Banxia watched the weasel's long furry tail flash through the crack of the door and disappear, and raised her hand to straighten the collar of her denim jacket. The climate became a little drier after entering December. The winter in Nanjing was not too cold, with the temperature remaining above zero degrees all year round. But Banxia was afraid of the cold, so she wrapped herself tightly indoors, with two sweaters on her upper body and a pair of thick woolen trousers on her lower body. As soon as the temperature dropped, she put on her autumn trousers, which really made her mother feel at ease.
The room was cold and silent, with sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains. The winter sun was lazy, and so was the winter world. There were no sparrows chirping on the windowsill, no sika deer and buffaloes clattering through the streets, leaving behind a deserted city.
Banxia sat down on the chair and stretched hard. She looked out and saw the high-rise building covered with vines opposite. Meihua Villa and even the monotonous residential buildings in the whole Nanjing city gave Banxia a sense of security. Every window was a grid, and there were tens of millions of grids in the city, but only one grid had a person behind it, like a tree hidden in the forest. This made the girl feel that she was well hidden. If someone with big eyes stood on a high place, they could only see large areas of reinforced concrete buildings below.
The total area of Nanjing is 6,500 square kilometers, so it is easy to hide a person who is less than 1.7 meters tall.
Bai Zhen, Zhao Bowen and Wang Ning suggested that Banxia should not go out in the recent period, should not leave Meihua Villa during the day, and should not leave the apartment building at night. No one knows how strong the big eye's searching ability is. It has a big eye and it is very likely to obtain external information through visual means - perhaps visible light, perhaps infrared light, so the best way to deal with the big eye is to hide.
Hidden behind thick cement and brick walls, the teacher once lived underground with Banxia for a long time many years ago, which shows that human buildings can play a protective role.
Bai Zhen said that humans have worked hard to develop for so many years and should have some confidence in themselves. They should not be scared to death when they hear the name of aliens. Are they being so cowardly and worthy of their ancestors?
So what if I have big eyes?
What about the Black Moon?
I am willing to sacrifice my life to bring down the emperor!
The girl counted her family's inventory today. She still had 30 kilograms of pickled venison, ham and salted fish, a jar of fermented sour bamboo shoots and sauerkraut, and two large buckets of fresh water. Banxia estimated her appetite and felt that with so many things, plus the wild vegetables grown in Meihua Villa, she would have no problem lasting half a month.
All she had to do was to stay put and buy time for the other side.
The world twenty years ago was figuring it out.
"Mom and Dad, what do you want to eat tonight?" Banxia poked her head out of the room. "We were supposed to go octopus fishing these two days, but now we can't go out. We only have ham and salted fish at home. What do you want to eat?"
"If you don't want to talk, then eat ham and salt fish?"
"Okay, then eat this."
Banxia decided to eat ham and salted fish in the evening, but she needed to be careful not to produce smoke when cooking. It was okay at night, but during the day, the smoke from a fire could be seen from far away, which might expose the position.
Banxia tried the field army's method of cooking in a buried pot and dug a smokeless stove in the lawn of Meihua Villa. Bai Zhen taught her this. The girl waved a shovel and worked for more than half an hour, and dug out a very shabby stove. The stove mouth was very small, and could only accommodate a small aluminum pot the size of a palm. So Banxia took the ingredients downstairs, sat cross-legged on the grass, with bone soup bubbling in the aluminum pot. She held chopsticks in her hand, and when the soup turned milky white, she threw wild vegetables, venison, and sour bamboo shoots into the pot, eating as she rinsed and ate with chopsticks, eating while sweating profusely.
This is the last hot pot in the world.
Unfortunately, there is no base material.
In an environment with a lack of material conditions, it is troublesome and difficult to cook a sumptuous meal. The steps are cumbersome and require a lot of effort. Banxia has to be busy for an entire afternoon just to prepare a dinner. But compared with the happiness of eating a hot pot on a cold winter night, what does all this matter?
This little joy and happiness made Banxia feel that she was born for this.
“There are many things in this world that you cannot bring with you when you are born and you cannot take with you when you die.”
"All you can take with you is yourself and your temper."
Banxia hummed softly.
"You have had the most beautiful love, you have heard the most beautiful melody."
"I have touched the fear of a person being alone."
“I also saw the most beautiful scenery…”
She sat on the lawn, humming a song and swaying her body happily to the beat.
"I stumbled towards you—"
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After dinner, it’s time for Banxia to go to work.
Every night is her working time. It used to be 11pm, but now it is brought forward to 7pm. Although the people at BG4MXH are trying hard to find a solution, Banxia can't just bury her head in sleep. All the work requires her cooperation.
Improving the data transmission system is the first task that Banxia needs to complete now.
Earlier, she built an image data transmission system under the guidance of BG4MXH and others, but lost contact before it could be put into use. The contact was cut off for half a month until the day before yesterday. As soon as the communication was restored, a large number of heavy and complicated tasks were thrown at her, which made Banxia dizzy. BG4MXH secretly told her that there was nothing they could do, because neither he nor Uncle Zhao was in charge now, and they were all under someone's control and could no longer do whatever they wanted.
Zhao Bowen's foresight was correct. Building a data transmission system was indeed the top priority and the basis for subsequent work. However, the technology of Bai Yang, Bai Zhen and others was too poor. The solution of relying on AFSK modulation signal was rejected by the expert group at first sight. The bosses unanimously stated that the transmission speed of this thing was too slow. Using such a small water pipe as thick as a pencil to drain all the water in the Miyun Reservoir, how long would it take?
Zhao Bowen argued that you have to consider feasibility and operability, considering that the girls there have no technical foundation, so the plan should be as simple as possible.
After several rounds of discussions and compromise, the two sides decided to upgrade the modulation method of AFSK to PSK, and at the same time transferred two technical backbones from China Telecom Jiangsu Branch to help build the link.
If Banxia wants to see the night view of Nanjing 20 years ago, she will have to wait a few more days.
BG4MXH comforted her and said it was okay, it was a technological upgrade that could transmit more and clearer pictures, which was a good thing.
"BG! BG! Can you hear me?" Banxia held the microphone and started calling, "I'm going to work!"
(End of this chapter)
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