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

Chapter 43 42. Oil Painting Rose [Please order first]

Carrying so much stuff, it was almost three o'clock when Huaiyu returned to the tree house.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and when the bus was halfway through, it started to drizzle again in the sky.

Everyone in the car complained a lot, but the protective measures were not leaking at all, lest they get wet with rainwater.

Huaiyu also had to take out the newly purchased bag, protect the backpack tightly, and tie the bags in his hands tightly.

As for herself... she had no choice but to cover her hair with a plastic bag and return home carrying the increasingly heavy basket.

Relieving herself of the burden, she vigorously moved her painful shoulder, and then grabbed a handful of hay to light the fire. Soon, a faint smoke and warmth came from the damp room.

But the ground was wet due to the continuous rain, so that the hay originally stored to start the fire was a little damp, not to mention the firewood piled outside.

The smoke was a bit heavy, and Huaiyu had to roll up all the doors.

The fire was dancing, and as dry wood was slowly added, the light in the brazier became brighter and brighter. The whole room quickly warmed up, bringing out an uncomfortable warm moisture.

Huaiyu breathed a sigh of relief, put on the newly bought home clothes, and then started to sort out the things he bought.

Blue striped old coarse cloth sheets were folded into double layers and spread on the hay bed, and the free fluorescent pink pillowcases were stuffed full of hay. Finally, I carefully laid the blue and black floral silk quilt on the bed...

Only then did Huaiyu realize that he had forgotten to buy a quilt cover!

In fact, this silk cotton quilt seems to be cover-free and can be directly inserted into the washing machine. But now she has nothing. If the quilt gets wet with water, she may not be able to lift it.

I can only make do with it now and wait until next time. Remember to buy the quilt cover back.

Huaiyu thought again that he should buy a notebook and a pen - he lacked too many odds and ends in his life. Buying paper and pen would make it easier to record them, and save money like today.

She kept this in mind silently, and now looking at the brand new and soft bed, she jumped on it without saying a word!

Woohoo, so comfortable!

The quilt is really soft and comfortable!

If she divided enough, she could buy two beds!

One bed, one bed cover. I don’t know how happy I feel when I wake up every morning with a warm and fluffy quilt!

But the reality is that she currently only has 232, ah no, 222 points.

It took great perseverance for Huaiyu to get up from the bed, and then took out the small white vase.

In fact, the workmanship of this vase is very exquisite. Even the inside of the vase is smooth and has no rough feel at all.

Before the disaster, it should have been worth some money.

But now because it is too small and useless, it can only be reduced to a special offer with ten points each.

Huaiyu looked outside. The rain was still thin and misty. She stared at the vase, put on her rain boots and raincoat, and walked into the rain and mist.

Against the dim background, the Rose Corridor looks like an oil painting painted with heavy colors, even the leaves are oily green and black.

The high flower wall blocks everything in the wilderness, and also blocks the inquiring eyes of people in the city.

And when you get closer, you can find that the leaves are emerald green, the flowers are pink and white, and the large swathes of flowers are intertwined and drape... It is indeed very romantic.

Huaiyu lowered his eyes and stared for a while, then took out the scissors, touched the petals again, and discussed in a low voice: "I bought a new vase, it's very beautiful. Can I cut another flower and put it back to grow?"

The roses swayed in the rain and wind, as if they didn't care about such trivial things. But Huaiyu knew it and agreed again.

The small thorns on the flower branches were so sharp that they gave off a cold gray metallic color, but they had never pricked her. Huaiyu brought it back, poured water, and arranged flowers—

Soon, there was a quiet and gentle white porcelain vase on the blue brick bedside table, with thin flower branches inserted in it. Dark green stems and emerald green leaves are intertwined, guarding several dark or light red, pink and white flowers on the branches.

Huaiyu stared at it for a while, then reached out and took out the row of small ice sculptures next to it, and placed it solemnly in front of the vase.

A bit of cold wind blew in from outside the door, and the thin flower branches swayed, and the light and shadow danced against the flames. Even the crystal clear small words looked bright:

[Thank you for the rose—Lin Xuefeng]

She remembered the chat that night, where people she had never met used the most direct method to help her understand the world more directly, and she smiled again.

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At six o'clock, it was completely dark. Huaiyu reconnected the rain water for purification, and then found to her chagrin that she had forgotten to buy a chopping board.

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But it doesn't matter. The green bricks that Lin Xuefeng specially washed were extremely clean. A brand new plastic bag was placed on top. The two kilograms of pork suet was carefully purified by Huaiyu, leaving no trace of pollution, and then cut into small uniform pieces. .

Pour hot water into the basin and mix it to a lukewarm state, put in the lard suet, add salt and let it soak for a while before Huaiyu carefully wrote down the white vinegar he wanted to buy.

But after thinking about it, this is not a necessity, so forget it.

Without white vinegar to soften it, the slight blood on the suet didn't clean it thoroughly, but it was almost enough.

As long as he no longer consumes those nutrient solutions, Huaiyu feels that he can completely ignore such trivial details.

She didn't even think that her cooking skills would be so good when she was shopping. Even though she was just making pork suet, people without any skills would never do such a thing.

So I was happy again for my versatile self.

The pot was burning hot, and the fire in the stove was also full.

Huaiyu added some water and then took all the cleaned pork suet in the basin into the pot. Water and pork suet are boiling together, and with the rapid boiling gurgling sound, a rich aroma slowly wafts out.

Huaiyu squatted beside the pot, staring at the snow-white pork suet inside, which slowly developed a slight yellow edge. He wanted to take a piece of it with chopsticks and taste it immediately!

In order to avoid wasting the ingredients, she had no choice but to dig out the rice and noodles to purify them in an attempt to divert her attention.

But... I ran around for a long time and came back to purify the water and purify the suet. Now even the rice and noodles have been purified. Huaiyu's whole body softened. He stared at the fragrant pot with his eyes and couldn't move an inch away!

She even began to regret why she didn't buy an extra pot, so that she could at least have a stove around and cook rice.

Finally, after a long period of simmering over low fire, the browned lard residue and yellow lard were finally poured into the lunch box, filling a full box!

Since there were no more tools, the lard residue and oil were kept together. But it didn't matter, the weather wouldn't be bad anyway, and smelling the aroma, she swore she would eat it soon.

It smells so good!

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