System: I open an inn in the desert

Lin Yu drove his No. 11 bus and slowly moved back to the second floor.

As soon as I walked up the stairs, a gust of cooling draft blew on my face. The slight sweat on my skin was slowly blown away by the wind. In just a few steps, my fatigue seemed to be relieved a lot.

Chenxing manages the sordid, and returns with Yuehe.

"We have experienced the state of mind of the great poet firsthand today."

Lin Yu took off his clothes as he walked and stuffed the clothes he had worn all day into the washing machine.

The desert looks clean with no dust or mud, but at the end of the day, invisible sand and dust are smeared on the clothes and pants. If it moved a little, it would flutter to the ground.

After going into the bathroom to wash up, Lin Yuguang returned to the room wearing a bathrobe. Biting into the cool steamed bun, he checked the progress of the task.

The [Unknown Territory] mission is the fastest progressing. It is now 72% explored and should be completed in half a day tomorrow.

[Food is the first priority] The task will have to wait. The last crop of sea buckthorn fruits will be harvested and two more species will be planted to complete the task. I can't rush this, so I can only do it step by step.

Lin Yu learned his lesson, set the alarm clock with his mobile phone fully charged, and prepared to collect sea buckthorn fruits at the stuck time, completing the planting task as quickly as possible.

Being alone in the desert, it's better to have work to do during the day. No matter how sweaty your back is, or whether your back is sore or your legs are weak, you finally have something to do.

But at night, everything was quiet and there was no life at all.

He didn't know whether it was because the little desert information Lin Yu had was unreliable or because the system's black technology was too outrageous. He hadn't seen a single small animal in two days.

Thinking of small animals, a picture suddenly popped into Lin Yu's mind——

That was the last time he went back to his hometown to see his parents. At that time, I was walking in the community after dinner when I saw a small snake crawling out of the hedge, swimming and crawling on the cement floor, less than 2 meters away from him.

Lin Yu has been afraid of this kind of mollusk since he was a child, and his scalp goes numb when he sees it.

The little snake seemed to want to go to the other side of the path. Since he was just passing by, Lin Yu held his breath and stood motionless, just waiting for Master Snake to leave first.

But just as the little snake crawled into the middle of the road, a car drove over and ran over it.

Little snake moment...

That scene, now that I think about it, really adds to the horror.

The surroundings were quiet, except for the gusts of wind blowing through the window lattice, and the unclosed windows gently tapping on the window frames. The bluish moonlight shone through the gaps on the ground, forming bright or dark shadows.

The hairs on Lin Yu's body began to stand up one by one, and the plots of countless horror movies he had watched flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

With a stiff face, he quickly moved his legs and ran upstairs, lifted up the quilt and got into bed, and started counting sheep again: one sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the sky was bright.

At 7:15 a.m., the alarm clock rang.

The last season of sea buckthorn fruit is ripe.

He covered his face with both hands and rubbed it up and down a few times, completely waking up.

He got up and went downstairs to the yellow land behind the house.

After two harvests, this mutated sea buckthorn fruit tree is nearly 2 meters tall. The main trunk is strong and the branches are luxuriant. Leaves from green to black are growing crowded together in all directions.

"Live to die."

Seeing the appearance of this tree, this word popped up in Lin Yu's mind reflexively. It seems that his vitality is extremely vigorous, but he has reached the end of his life.

"Ding! Congratulations to the player for harvesting 30 copies of [mutated sea buckthorn fruit]!"

"Ding! 2.3kg of sea buckthorn associated material was detected. Do you want to recycle it to the system backpack? (Recycle/destroy)"

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

【Yes】

The moment you press your finger, the seabuckthorn fruit trees on the loess land seem to have been sucked out of life in an instant. The dark green leaves turn yellow, and the trunks rapidly lose water and become shriveled. In a few breaths, the lush fruit trees turn into loess and melt. It disappeared into the ground.

A small tree is as small as a drop of water compared to the boundless sea of ​​sand around it, but it presents a performance about life to the only human being who sees it all.

Lin Yu stood in shock for a long time, and then finally breathed out.

The poet can only be a poet for a while, and the farmer is still the main job.

Lin Yu opened the store, bought some carrot seeds and planted them.

Unlike the solitary sea-buckthorn fruit tree, after the carrots were planted, ridges and furrows were formed on the loess soil. The ground seemed to have been plowed, and small seedlings were growing vigorously on the ridge platform.

[Carrots: Ripening time is 8 hours. 】

Lin Yu set the alarm clock, opened the map to calibrate the direction, and then took the water bottle and the last three remaining steamed buns on the road, intending to complete the exploration mission in one go.

Lin Yu, who was immersed in completing tasks, didn't know.

Across a plot of land to the northeast from him, a group of people were walking in the desert supporting each other. Looking at the direction, they could walk straight out of the desert in two days.

"Zhou Han, please confirm the direction again. Don't deviate from the route." The gray-haired old man swallowed, but there was no moisture in his throat, only dry pain.

The lips were dry and cracked, with bright red blood streaks in the lines.

"Our water can last for two days. If we go in the right direction, we might be able to meet fellow villagers living nearby before we reach the edge of the desert."

The old man warned earnestly, but refused to show a trace of worry and uncertainty.

Because he was afraid that once he showed any hesitation, the children behind him would really not be able to hold on.

"Okay teacher." A young man wearing glasses agreed. He wiped the compass that had never left his hand with a scarf and held it close to his eyes to observe carefully.

Behind the young man were a man and a woman. The girl's face was pale, her eyelids were half-draped weakly, her breathing was quick and weak, and she was being half-supported and half-supported by the man beside her to keep up with the team.

The man looked slightly older than the young man holding the compass. He was carrying their luggage and remained silent. But the eyes looking at the old man's back were full of worry.

The man knew that there was no water in the teacher's pot. Last night, he poured the last bit of water into the girl's pot. The danger of dehydration in the desert was well known. How long could he hold on without water? How long can everyone hold on?

After a few words, the team returned to silence and walked in the designated direction.

Behind them, thick black clouds were gathering.

The swirling wind swirled up from the sand dunes and gradually formed a huge storm, sweeping towards the team!