Qin Wan bent down to pick up stones, becoming more and more certain that this wasteland once had a large cement floor. After five hundred years, it has become vulnerable. It can be broken off by hand without using a bulldozer, or even with the official hoe. Dig.
However, the hoe must be used with caution. If it breaks down too quickly, Zhang Gong will definitely not agree. The resources in the wasteland world are very precious.
Qin Wan was not surprised to see no weeds.
In fact, during the time before she died, she tried to go into the deep mountains and old forests to find food. However, everything she saw was dead, the trees were dry, and even the toughest fungi could not survive, let alone insects, birds and animals. I don’t know when it started, but the biological chain became extinct layer by layer.
Plants, as the lowest layer, are probably the last to die.
So Qin Wan was surprised to find that grass. Unfortunately, it was a drop in the bucket and it didn't save her life.
Five hundred years ago she was desperate, but five hundred years later, she thought helplessly: The world is like an old man who is full of pain and is about to take his last breath of vitality.
Time passed little by little. Qin Wan picked up stones and rested for a while. He was sweating profusely from exhaustion, but his body was no longer so heavy.
The sun was setting in the west, leaving only the red clouds in the sky. Zhang Gong knocked on a gong and came over to check the acceptance. He frowned when he saw the mother and son looking embarrassed. Qin Huijun suddenly became nervous. She had never done any work in the fields before. The soil that was turned up was not very decent, and it was far inferior to the left and right.
Zhang Gong finally handed over three coins and said, "Eight points are completed. You finish the last bit while it's still dark. I won't deduct the money this time."
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang."
Qin Wan also expressed gratitude to his brother, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."
After they left, Qin Huijun gave Qin Wan fifty cents, "Wanwan, you and Fengfeng go back first and cook the meal."
Qin Wan hesitated.
"Just the last quick thing, we don't have any candles at home."
Qin Wan had no choice but to agree. Their family lacked everything, not just candles.
The siblings slowly moved back to the shantytown. Qin Feng knew that his sister was working hard and didn't rush her anymore. When they got home, he brought her a stool and said, "Sister, sit down and rest while I wash the sweet potatoes."
Qin Wan knew that the next dinner would definitely be sweet potato porridge again, but when washing the sweet potatoes, "Shouldn't you peel them when cooking porridge?"
"Mom won't let me use a knife."
Qin Wan said, "I'll do it, I can use it."
Qin Feng kept shaking his head, "No, sister, you are so weak, it would be bad if you cut your own hand."
"No, I'll cut one for you to see." After surviving for so long in the apocalypse, Qin Wan can not only peel skin but also people with a knife. Of course, it's mainly in the early stage. In the later stage, it's hard for her to find a living person. So he can only carve up the zombies. The original owner of this body can also cook. The stepmother shows off the wealth of the rich lady but does not hire a nanny. The original owner does all the housework.
Qin Feng was doubtful and finally took the kitchen knife.
Qin Wan was very careful with his knife. The family really couldn't afford the new medical expenses.
"Wow, sister, you are so awesome. You can peel the skin so thin. You are even better than mom."
Qin Feng put the sweet potatoes handed over by Qin Wan into the basin and washed them, and praised them enthusiastically.
Qin Wan actually felt that this was something to be proud of.
The sweet potatoes were peeled and cut into pieces, and there was a faint aroma. Qin Feng replaced the stove with a new piece of briquettes, put the stainless steel bucket on it and burned it.
Qin Wan: No wonder the walls of the barrel are dark.
This briquette is very resistant to burning. One briquette is enough for the Qin family to cook and boil water every day. There is an official subsidy. Although the limit is limited, the price is very cheap. It only costs ten yuan and a dime. Just like the shack we live in now, one month's rent is just as much. Just one yuan.
According to Qin Feng, when they set up a stall in the city center, it was also a small room. The price was six yuan a month, and the better price was eighty or nine yuan, and even higher was ten or twenty yuan.
Thank you Guo Jia! Qin Wan thought silently in her mind. If the base she was staying at was also within the control of the country, the chaos might not have been revealed so quickly, and she would not have lived in isolation, so that she could not get the news and went into the underground shelter together. But at the same time, being reborn five hundred years later is also an extremely lucky thing, and she prefers the latter.
"How long does it take to cook this sweet potato porridge?" Qin Wan asked.
Qin Feng said, "What our family buys is No. 007 sweet potato. It is the cheapest and most widely grown variety. It needs to be cooked for an hour before it becomes soft. Otherwise, it will be as hard as a stone and cannot be chewed."
Qin Wan was also very supportive and teased him, "Are there any other varieties?"
"Of course there are. There are many varieties of sweet potatoes. There is a variety called Luzon. It is very sweet and soft. It is said to be the best for roasting." He lowered his voice and whispered, "What Aunt Wang next door often eats is Luzon sweet potatoes. , every time their family cooks, it smells delicious."
Qin Wan listened with a smile.
When she was in the underground shelter, either her stepmother bought ingredients for her to cook, or her father's work unit distributed benefits and delivered them to her home. Therefore, the original owner seldom went out and had very few channels for obtaining information. The only knowledge she had came from five years ago.
On the contrary, Qin Huijun will let them know the outside world as much as possible as before.
Qin Feng was happy to tell his sister at this time.
After the wood spirit master researches the finished product, he will go to the Agricultural Publishing House to register the copyright. He will choose a name he likes. Naming it after himself is very trendy. It is like a personal IP. If you create a brand and publish new plant species later, it will immediately attract people's attention. Phase rush to buy and plant.
For example, Lu Song is the name of a wood spiritist researcher.
In addition to Luzon sweet potatoes, there is also Luzon rice, which are all varieties with low yield but good taste. Of course, even if the yield is not high, it can still reach one or two thousand catties. The 007 sweet potato is even more powerful, with mu The yield is tens of thousands of catties, and the maximum can reach thirty thousand.
Although it tastes extremely bad, it is very popular because it is the best substitute for mineral nutrient solution.
The tube is full and there are no side effects.
After it came out, within a year or two, officials began to implement the plan to return to the ground.
When the sweet potato porridge was cooked, Qin Huijun also came back. Qin Wan specially cooked some more, and the family sat outside the tent to eat.
This is also the time when other people are eating. Even though it is a shanty town, it is rare for the situation to be as bad as that of the Qin family. There are even some single men who have enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry because they are quite willing to make money from land reclamation. Qin Feng gulps down Inhaling the aroma coming from all directions, I swallowed a mouthful of sweet potato porridge.
This little pitiful look makes people feel sad and funny at the same time.
On the left of the Qin family is Aunt Wang. As expected, their family is very generous. They put a sweet potato on the big ball of rice and even some spicy pickles. It looks particularly delicious with a little oil. Aunt Li's family on the right is more frugal, but It's also steamed dry sweet potato rice, which you can eat without even raising your head.
After eating, use the last bit of heat from the stove and throw in five or six small sweet potatoes.
The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes slowly wafted out.
Qin Feng's nose was sharp and he whispered, "It must be Luzon sweet potato."
Qin Wan recognized that the sweet potatoes were as big as a fist, more than half the size of those at Aunt Wang's house, and they were all on sale.
It's a pity that even if it's a special price, the Qin family can't afford it now.
Aunt Li's son is called Li Fengshou. He is fifteen years old this year. Seeing Qin Feng's greedy look, he glanced at Qin Wan as if unintentionally, and waved to Qin Feng. Qin Feng looked at Qin Huijun, and Qin Huijun smiled. Nodding, he walked over and said, "Brother Li, did you call me?"
Li Fengshou took out the roasted sweet potatoes with tongs, replaced them with pieces of briquettes, and then pushed two of them to him, "Take them and eat them."
Qin Feng suddenly turned red with embarrassment and quickly refused, "Brother Li, no need..."
Aunt Li smiled and said, "Take it, this is what my Maisui brought back. She did a good job and her boss rewarded her, and no one else did."
Qin Wan walked over and said, "Thank you Aunt Li quickly."
"Thank you Aunt Li, thank you brother Li." Qin Feng then quickly put the hot sweet potatoes into the bowl that Qin Wan brought.
Aunt Li's eyes lit up when she saw Qin Wan up close, "Huijun, your daughter has good bones, but she is too thin and needs to be taken good care of."
At this point, she thought of the Qin family's situation and felt very sorry for her. She scolded her ex-husband again for being a dishonest person.
Qin Huijun was quite helpless. It had only been half a month since she moved into the shanty town, but everyone in the row knew about their family's situation.
It’s not that she deliberately promoted it, but when she first entered the shantytown to register, the community asked her carefully. This made Qin Huijun, who was used to the isolation of people in the city center, very uncomfortable. But from another To put it in perspective, people in the city center won't care about your past, but they won't help you when you need help.
It's impossible to say who donated money to her in the past half month, but there were quite a few bits and pieces like giving her a helping hand, guiding her to settle in, and buying cheap second-hand furniture.
Food is precious in this world, and it is already rare and valuable that Aunt Li is willing to give her son a bite to eat.
Two sweet potatoes were shared among the three members of the family.
Compared with 007, the taste of Luzon sweet potato was still terrible. Qin Wan didn't appreciate its softness at all, but it was easier to swallow and didn't stick in his throat. However, it was indeed very sweet, but it was a bit too sweet and bitter.
Qin Huijun and Qin Feng both ate it carefully. If the outer skin hadn't been burnt, they would have wanted to eat the skin too.
It was getting dark soon. Qin Wan saw Qin Huijun moving things to spread the carpet again, and said, "Mom, I'll sleep on the ground today."
"No, it's not good for girls to sleep underground. Mom is different. Mom and your brother are very powerful."
No matter what you say, Qin Huijun doesn't agree.
Qin Wan had no choice but to get into the only bed in the house.
It was said that the bed was actually made of a wooden board. As soon as she could lie down alone, she had to be careful even turning over.
After the family lay down, Qin Wan heard Qin Feng whisper, "The Luzon sweet potatoes are so delicious when roasted."
"Of course, mom, the pancakes and fruits you made before were also delicious."
Qin Huijun said, "When I save more money, I will buy some flour and make it for you. Your sister hasn't tasted the pancakes I made yet."
"I still need to buy a pot." Qin Feng said immediately.
"Well, buy a pot."
Suddenly remembering something, Qin Feng said angrily, "Let's buy Junjun flour, not Jiangliu wheat."
Qin Huijun paused for a moment before agreeing gently.
Qin Wan closed his eyes.
Junjun flour was the first staple food studied by my grandfather. At first, the output was high but the taste was poor. After many adjustments, a balance was achieved between the two.
But Jiangliu wheat... Jiangliu wheat is also the semi-finished product that my grandfather finally developed. Its taste and quality are close to natural food. Although it still has shortcomings in yield, long-term consumption can cure various genetic diseases caused by the lack of green life.
This achievement was snatched away by his father, who shamelessly gave it the name Jiang Liu. Jiang is his father’s Jiang, and Liu is his stepmother’s Liu. In an interview, he publicly said that he researched it for his beloved wife.
Grandpa's loving fatherly heart became a tool for the scumbag father to show his affection.
Qin Wan thought to himself that although being a farmer could make a lot of money, there was no doubt that the wood spirit master was the most admired.
Wood Spirit Master, she narrowed her eyes.
