Six Years After the Disaster, I Saved My Farm by Growing Bean Sprouts

Chapter 298 297. Preparation before departure

The fat man was trembling all over!

As a big fat ginseng who has no self-protection ability except for earth escape, Big Fat has been enjoying himself at the door of Huaiyu's house for so long that he has almost forgotten the taste of danger.

Now I suddenly heard that I was about to be sliced, dried, stewed in soup, and all my beards and beards trembled: "Me, me, me!"

It was embarrassed in the flowerpot and wrapped its millions of whiskers around Huaiyu's arm: "I want to go!"

Although it seems to be of no use and often causes hair loss, but... my life is important!

The big fat ginseng wrapped itself up distressedly.

Huaiyu quickly hugged its flower pot: "Bring it, bring it! It's just that the walker can't carry it. I'll bring you a planting box, so you can't run around."

"Otherwise, the wilderness is so big and dangerous. If I were captured by something, I wouldn't know where to look for it."

The fat man nodded fiercely: "I, I don't, I don't like to walk around!"

Huaiyu: "..." There's no need to say this. If he can't see his shadow every day, how can he still be Katsaro?

In short, everything that could be moved at home was discussed, and even a large bag of sunflower seeds was brought - these were not for food, but were intended to be used as landmarks by Huaiyu. The food hasn't been fried yet, and the other ingredients haven't been gathered yet, so it needs to be dried for another two days!

In this way, preparations were made day by day. When a cold autumn rain fell in the late autumn of late October, Huaiyu's house lit a fire. There is always a kettle on the small stove in the living room, and in the renovated utility shed outside, there is a huge masonry stove built close to the wall. There is also a large water storage bucket surrounded by masonry insulation. As long as there is a flame in the stove, Keep adding water at any time, and there will always be warm water in the bucket.

Immediately on the other side of the stove is a simple shower room made of the same bricks and stones.

On the day when the shower room was dry and used, Huaiyu went in and took a thorough shower for an hour. When he came out, his whole body was soft, but he walked lightly, as if he had lost two ounces of weight.

I have to say, the feeling of being thoroughly and warmly scrubbed is so wonderful.

On the other side, there are rows of people's nests. It's rainy and the autumn cold is always there. But in the new nest, the bricks and stones are piled high underneath, and the nest is layered with old quilts, old clothes, and hay. In addition, the heat from the brick and stone walls comes from the hearth...

For the first time, Ketaro, who had always been a model worker, lay down comfortably for most of the day, not to mention the hairless cubs.

The hair on their bodies probably no longer grows, and they still have the spiky appearance of sea urchins, like a sparsely hairless hedgehog. As a result, Huaiyu frowned in embarrassment before setting off, hesitating whether to wrap them in another big cotton-padded jacket.

Right now, the most important thing is to dry the freshly collected pork jerky in a large stove so that it can be easily carried and stored. Huaiyu pulled the simple baking pan over to check the hardness of the meat jerky, and sighed:

“I don’t know if I’ll bite off more than I can chew when the time comes…”

This is really worrying.

Because they didn’t know whether the wild boars were edible, the explorers were very perfunctory when doing it—in short, they killed them.

No blood is bled, no acid is discharged, and the wild boar is not castrated while running rampant in the forest. Not only does the pork have a fishy smell, but it is also quite unpleasant to eat.

The most important thing is that this thing can't be simmered no matter how hard it is. Before the disaster, wild boar meat was hard to bite, but now it's more like copper skin and iron bones. If Huaiyu hadn't seen how big it was, he wouldn't have bothered to put in the effort.

But it was the first time he tried stewing. After stewing for a long time, Zhou Qian tore at the ground with a ferocious expression but was unable to chew up a lump of lean meat. His body has evolved, but his teeth have not. Who can explain this?

The wild boar, which weighed less than 200 kilograms, had been purified by Huaiyu and was reluctant to throw it away, so he had to put in a lot of effort to first stew, then brine, and then dry it. Finally, it continued to be cooked and baked. After several sets of procedures, all the lean meat inside was finally shredded into shredded lean pork in a flossy state that was easier to chew.

Grab a handful when eating porridge, stir-fries or making rolls, it's quite flavorful. Now that everything was ready, seeing that there was only the last plate of shredded meat left in front of Huaiyu that needed to be dried, Zhou Qian put on his coat:

"Xiaoyu, let's leave tomorrow."

Huaiyu nodded: "Well, I will collect all the vegetables that need to be harvested later, and then arrange for Kuangbiao to water the vegetable fields."

Because I don’t know how long I will stay in the wilderness, there is usually less rain in winter. Therefore, after the autumn rain, Huaiyu generously gave up his position, allowing Kuangbiao's roots to go around the sides of the house.

Bamboo shoots sprout bravely at the turn of autumn and winter, and then grow into bamboos overnight, and then the tops are cut off.

Nowadays, rows of sparse bamboos stand in the ravines of the vegetable garden. They pump water from the gullies and then spread it evenly through small holes drilled in the bamboo poles.

It is relatively simple, and it is difficult to achieve uniform moisture, and it can even barely ensure that the vegetables do not die.

But that's enough.

Vegetables in winter are inherently resistant to drought and cold. As long as there is still a breath of life left, Huaiyu will put in more effort to promote growth and there will be no shortage of food. The reason why I had to make these preparations before leaving was purely just in case.

Zhou Qian put on his boots and said, "I'll go to the administrative hall to inquire about the arrangements of the garrison. You go and tell Gao Ming."

There was no stove, and they didn't take care of the leaks on the roof. They didn't know if the other party was still alive and well.

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However, now the most precious things in the family are planned to be taken to the wasteland together. For the sake of Boss Tang, if he really wants to miss something, he will not stop him from coming over to find something for emergency use.

Huaiyu nodded.

In fact, she didn't need to go there to know that Gao Ming had a cold.

The rose branches in the black ceramic vase are still vigorously and persistently spreading their branches and leaves, and the cascading flowers fall and sprout buds at the same time. The vase is placed on the only table in the living room, with Gao Ming's bedroom on the left and his workshop on the right.

On the night Qiangwei was sent there, Huaiyu could already dream about everything in his house.

Although there is no light source in the dark dream, and there is nothing worth seeing, and even Huaiyu herself is not yet able to control this ability, she can already determine—

The Lin Xuefeng he once dreamed of was really in such a place in the wasteland, still struggling to survive.

It is precisely because of this that Zhou Qian and Huai Yu became more active than ever.

But now, after the autumn rain, the sudden drop in temperature has caused the two barnyard trees, one tall and one short, by the pond to gradually wither and turn yellow. The filtered water that used to flow continuously every day can only collect enough for two tanks a day.

The peach tree that Huaiyu carefully planted by the pond had no leaves. The few lotus leaves in the small pond had already withered and turned yellow, so she picked them back and soaked them in water to steam rice.

Update one.

(End of this chapter)