Chapter 298 297. Preparation before departure
The fat man was trembling all over!
As a big fat ginseng who has no ability to protect himself except earth escape, Big Fat has been living at home in front 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 and stewed, all my beards and whiskers trembled: "Me, me, me!"
It was embarrassed in the flower pot. Thousands of beards were wrapped around Huaiyu's arms: "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 in distress.
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."
< br>"Otherwise the wasteland is so big and dangerous. If something kidnaps me, I don't know where to look."
Big Fatty nodded fiercely: "I, I don't, don't like to walk, Move 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, we have discussed everything that can be moved at home, and even brought a big bag of sunflower seeds - these are not for food, but are intended to be used as landmarks by Huaiyu. The food hasn't been fried yet, and the other ingredients haven't been gathered yet. It needs to be dried for another two days!
Preparations were made day by day, and 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.
Next to 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 bath for an hour, flushing and soaking. 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 with us. But in the new nest, the bricks and stones are cushioned high, and the nest is layered with old quilts, old clothes, and hay. In addition, the heat from the masonry walls comes from the hearth...
< br>For the first time, Ketaro, who had always been a model worker, lay down comfortably for most of the day, not to mention the big cub and the second cub who were hairless themselves.
The hair on their bodies probably won’t grow anymore, 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 dried pork 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 dried meat and sighed:
"I don't know if I'll bite off the bullet yet..."
This is really worrying.
Because they didn’t know whether the wild boar could be eaten, the explorers were very perfunctory when doing it - in short, they killed it.
No bleeding, no acid discharge, wild boar running rampant in the forest without castration. Not only does the pork have a fishy smell, but it also tastes quite unpleasant.
The most important thing is that this thing can't be stewed. Wild boar meat was already difficult to bite before the disaster, 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?
Huaiyu had already purified the wild boar, which weighed less than 200 kilograms, and was reluctant to throw it away, so he had to put a lot of effort into stewing it first, then marinating it, and then drying 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 meat in a flossy state that was easier to chew.
When you eat porridge, stir-fry or make rolls, grab a handful of it, 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 set off tomorrow."
Huaiyu nodded: "Well, I will collect all the vegetables that need to be harvested later, and then arrange for Kuang Biao to come and water the vegetable fields."
Because I don't know how long I will stay in the wasteland, and there will be rain in winter. Just less. 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 during autumn and winter, and then grow into bamboos overnight, and then the tops are cut off.
Today, rows of sparse bamboos stand in the ravines of the vegetable garden. They pump water from the gullies and then spread the water evenly through the 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 drought-resistant and cold-resistant. As long as there is still a breath of life left, Huaiyu will put in more effort to promote the 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.
And Zhou Qian put on his boots: "I'll go to the administrative hall to inquire about the arrangements of the garrison. You can go and tell Gao Ming."
There is no stove, and they have no leaks on the roof. I didn't care anymore, and I didn't know if the other party was still alive and well.
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 spreading their branches and leaves vigorously and persistently, and the cascading flowers fall while growing buds. 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.
The night Qiangwei sent him there, Huaiyu could already dream about everything in his room.
Although there is no light source in the dark dream, and there is nothing worth seeing. Even Huaiyu herself cannot control this ability, but 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 no longer be used in a day. Save enough for two tanks.
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.