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

Chapter 216: 215 heavy rain

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—

sun.

Just dry it.

In the high temperature of 30 to 40 degrees Celsius, the tiny ginseng tentacles were tied to the door with a rope, 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 for the sun to be effective?"

Zhou Qian thought for a while and answered cautiously: "Three days?"

"Okay!" Huaiyu took out his notebook and wrote down the date: "Put it away after 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 and sleep here at night."

Both Qiangwei Corridor and Kuangbiao are here, and there is not even a mosquito here. Now apart from working morning and night, the two of them have taken root here.

Looking at the rose branches overlapping 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 unbearable for him.

Because in more than half a month, the sunflower has grown significantly 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. Can you help me read a poem to it?"

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu! The poem you chose yesterday was not good. You should read the original one."

"I like the bright, quiet and beautiful sunflowers, please read it again..."

Every day he would make various requests, and every day a few of them would be broken by Big Zai and Second Zai, and then the process would be repeated again the next day.

And now—

"Zhou Qian, Zhou Qian, you are older, please read two poems."

"Would you like to pick another one to read today? I thought about it carefully and found that Xiaoyu may be very popular. Otherwise, why would Big Zai and Er Zai like her so much?"

"You still look safe. 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?"

Kuangbiao was very unhappy when he said this: "Where is the green? Where is the green? This is my living state and my biological expression."

"The green head I'm talking about is a kind of thought. Do you understand the thought?"

"Hey, you are really too rough. Read more poetry and educate yourself."

Zhou Qian was almost angry.

If he hadn't been unable to defeat him, and Huai Yu said Kuang Biao was only six years old, he would have really...

Wait a minute!

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 immediately started shouting: "Does love have to be reciprocated? Can't we be in tune with each other?"

"You humans are really shallow."

"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 hesitantly looked at the large field of sunflowers in front of him. Because they were mutated tall sunflowers, they had been purified and regenerated, and now they had grown nearly 2 meters tall.

If it grows for another month, it might really 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?"

Kuang Biao never expected this scene!

How can you not have your own consciousness?

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?

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"Impossible!" it said decisively, "Our mutated plants can easily 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, thirsty, or angry, angry, etc. Growth and reproduction are their instincts.

So... he remembered that when they were first planted, the sunflower's mutation value was considered very high among the plants that came back from Huaiyu. How could it be unconscious?

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 an inward look: "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's 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 the bamboos?

It feels like the experience of narrowly escaping death in the wilderness is like a distant life.

But after this episode, Kuangbiao no longer asked them to read poems to the sunflowers. Instead, he used the wind to stretch out the branches and leaves every day, bend down, secretly touch the leaves of the sunflowers, and then poke them gently -

"When can you talk to me?"

“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 connected into 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 a continuous rainy day. I had to take them all down depressedly:

"Let's eat eggplant these days."

Zhou Qian sighed: "Eggplant still has to be stewed with meat to taste better."

But then he stared at the door again. The vague resistance in his body and the restlessness of the ivy on his legs showed that this rain was extraordinary.

Even Huaiyu stared at the door, and then suddenly sighed: "This rainwater is so dirty!"

After a while, both of them fell silent.

They have already realized that after 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 two, good night. The next door is writing a book, a little later.