Chapter 216 215. Heavy Rain
How should ginseng be prepared? None of the two people present had experience, so they finally chose the stupid method -
Shaking.
Just dry it.
Under the high temperature of 30 to 40 degrees Celsius, the tiny ginseng tendrils were tied to the door with ropes, spinning in the wind, and soon began to shrink.
After it shrank, it became even smaller. Facing the too dazzling sunlight, Huaiyu almost had cross-eyed eyes when he stared at it. He couldn't find it without looking at the rope.
"How many days does it take to be in the sun for the effect to be effective?"
Zhou Qian thought for a while and answered cautiously: "Three days, maybe?"
"That's OK!" Huai Yu took out his notebook and wrote down the date: "Put it away in three days, and then give it to you in a month or two to see if it has any effect."
And now -
Huaiyu looked at Zhou Qian: "Brother Zhou Qian, do you want to buy a fan?"
The weather is really too hot.
Zhou Qian shook his head: "What kind of fan should I buy? Don't you want to buy a car? I can just move here to sleep at night."
Qiangwei Corridor and Kuangbiao are both here , there is not even a mosquito here, and now apart from working morning and night, the two of them have taken root here.
Looking at the overlapping rose branches beside him, Zhou Qian never imagined that he would be so bold one day.
However, it is not without interference here.
At the very least, the greasy courtship drama every day was really hard for him to bear.
Because in more than half a month, the sunflower has grown a lot taller, and every inch of its growth has been seen by Kuangbiao who is very close at hand.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu! You don't work anymore now. Can you help me read a poem to it?"
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu! What happened yesterday? The poem was not chosen well, you should read the original one.”
"I like the quiet and beautiful sunflowers, please read it again..."
Every day he would make all kinds of requests, and every day he would be poked a few by the big boy and the second boy, and then Repeat again the next day.
And now -
"Zhou Qian, Zhou Qian, you are old, please read two."
"Choose another one to read today? I'll think about it carefully. After thinking about it, Xiaoyu may be very popular. Otherwise, why would Big Zai and Er Zai like her so much? ”
"You still have a sense of security. How about you read poetry later?"
"Otherwise, if my girlfriend falls in love with someone else before she grows up, wouldn't I have a green head? ?”
Zhou Qian: “…Isn’t the top of your head green now?”
Kuang Biao was very unhappy when he said this: “Where is it green now? It’s my state of existence, my biological expression.”
“The green head I’m talking about is an idea.”
"Hey, you are really too rough. Read more poetry and educate yourself."
Zhou Qian was almost angry.
If he couldn't beat him, and Huaiyu said Kuangbiao was only six years old, he would really...
Wait a moment!
At this moment, he put down the metal shelf he was repairing and picked out from the junk pile, and suddenly became curious:
"You talk about your girlfriend every day, your girlfriend... Has Sunflower ignored you?"
What a deadly topic!
Huaiyu was cutting eggplants when he suddenly felt excited. And Kuangbiao also shouted instantly: "Does love have to be reciprocated? Can't we have the same understanding?"
"You humans are really superficial."
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"So what if it doesn't respond to me now? We are childhood sweethearts. When it becomes conscious, it will definitely accept my pursuit."
Zhou Qian:...
He looked at it hesitantly Look at the large field of sunflowers in front of you. Because they are mutated tall sunflowers, they have been purified and regenerated. Now they have grown to nearly 2 meters tall.
If it grows for another month, it might actually exceed the height of the house when it blooms. But even though they are so tall, they still have no signs of awakening consciousness. It seems that Huaiyu has deliberately controlled them.
That——
Zhou Qian couldn't help laughing: "What if I don't respond to you when the sunflowers bloom and bear fruit? Is this considered lovelorn?"
Kangbiao never expected this scene!
How can you not have your own consciousness?
The Rose Corridor is conscious, Kuangbiao is conscious, Ginseng is conscious, and even the two dumb barnyard trees by the pond have their own consciousness!
How could there be no sunflowers?
"Impossible!" It said resolutely: "It is easy for us mutated plants to develop consciousness."
But most of them are relatively simple, not even as good as the barnyard tree by the pond. At most, they will feel hungry and thirsty. Ah, or anger, anger, etc. Growth and reproduction are their instincts.
So... He remembered that when he first planted the sunflower, the mutation value of the sunflower was considered very high among the positions Huaiyu returned from. How could he not be aware of it?
But for some reason, when it thought of this, the whole bamboo forest started to panic. It shook the bamboo leaves on its head and said with a serious expression: "Sooner or later it will become conscious!"
"When the time comes, write a poem for me. Even if you are a mere human being, you can't even think about it. It is also sinful to even think about it."
Zhou Qian:...
He put down the shelf in his hand and pondered again: Are you now leisurely enough to chat and make jokes with Bamboo?
It feels like the experience of narrow escape in the wilderness is like a distant life.
But after this episode, Kuangbiao no longer asked them to read poems to the sunflower. Instead, he used the wind to stretch out the branches and leaves of the bamboo every day, bent down, and secretly touched the leaves of the sunflower, and then A gentle poke——
“When can you talk to me?”
"Do you want a pollution rain?"
At this moment, Kuangbiao seemed to have the attributes of a crow's mouth, and the next morning forecast again reminded him of the coming heavy rain.
The heavy rain started in the morning. Almost not long after the morning broadcast, the big raindrops fell one by one, and then formed a large splash.
Huaiyu stared at the eggplants that he had just hung up to dry yesterday. They were not even dry yet. They would definitely become moldy and spoiled after the continuous rainy day. I had to take them all down depressedly:
“Let’s eat eggplant these days.”
Zhou Qian sighed: "Eggplants have to be stewed with meat to be delicious."
But then he stared at the door again. The vague resistance in his body and the restlessness of the ivy on his legs showed the rain. Extraordinary.
Even Huaiyu stared at the door, and then suddenly sighed: "This rainwater is so dirty!"
After a while, both of them fell silent.
Having experience, they have realized that following the continuous rain with serious pollution in the spring, another heavy rain with the same high pollution value is coming in this summer.
When Huaiyu looked outside the house through the back window, he saw bamboo shoots sprouting once again in the increasingly sparse bamboo forest amid the violent storm.
Even the eldest cub and the second cub led the chickens to huddle together in their own shed. The hair on their bodies was as smooth as steel needles and they didn't want to get a drop of water.
Update 2, good night. The next door is writing a book, a little later.