Doomsday Drifting Begins with Shipbuilding

Chapter 115 The Crops Under the Heavy Rain

Chapter 115 The Crops Under the Heavy Rain

The various sounds that continued to come from outside the house made Chen Xuan a little upset. He wanted to drink some wine to calm down a little.

A thought passed, and a bottle of red wine appeared on the floor of the wooden house.

Chen Xuan picked up the red wine, and looked at the bottle of red wine curiously.

Since the red wine was collected by him in the Times Building, it has been kept in the cabin and has not been touched.

Although this bottle of red wine had been soaked in water before, the water resistance of the red wine label seems to be good, and you can still see densely written English on it.

The number in the middle of the sign is particularly conspicuous, occupying almost one-third of the sign.

2953.

This should be the age of red wine, good guy, this bottle of wine is almost 60 years old, older than the professors on Dongji Mountain.

The older the wine, the more mellow the taste.

And the 60-year-old red wine is naturally expensive, and it was not something he could afford to drink before.

Now, there are a total of 23 bottles of such red wine.

The mouth of the red wine bottle is tightly sealed with a cork, and it is really difficult to open it without a bottle opener.

If you choose to break the bottle directly, the glass shards will definitely fall into the wine, and the wine will be ruined by then.

However, for Chen Xuan, this is not a big problem.

No matter how tight the cork is, how oddly shaped it is, even if it has barbs in it, it is just a piece of wood that can be collected.

With a thought, the cork on the bottle mouth disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The slightly sweet and slightly sour aroma overflows from the bottle.

Without paying too much attention, Chen Xuan directly pointed at the mouth of the bottle, just taking a sip of red wine.

As the wine slid down, a slightly sour and slightly astringent taste rippled on the tip of the tongue.

And the stomach became hot for a while.

Judging from the taste, the red wine is still ordinary red wine, which is well preserved in the glass bottle, and it seems that it has not been affected by the end of the world at all.

In this way, these red wines can be regarded as one of the few legacy left by human civilization before the end of the world.

While sipping red wine, Chen Xuan continued to think about the rainwater collection plan he had previously considered.

Excluding those miscellaneous objects, the remaining volume of the current cabin is more than 10 cubic meters, which is not small.

If you produce 10 cubic meters of water under your current conditions, it will probably take several months.

But the biggest limitation is actually the deck. After all, rainwater is collected from the deck, and the design of the inlet determines the efficiency of collection.

However, most of the area on the deck is now occupied by wooden houses and fields, and the remaining space after the construction of the green algae pool is even more tense.

After some consideration, Chen Xuan finally decided to build a pool for storing rainwater on both sides of the bow and stern of the ship, with a volume of about seven or eight cubic meters.

The advantage of this is that the consumption of wood resources is the least.

The formation process of the reservoir is relatively simple, and it is completed in an instant. The structure is similar to that of the seaweed pond, the only difference is that there is nothing in it now.

Although the reservoir has been completed, it cannot be put into use for the time being, and the upper part is still closed, because at this moment, the "Kunpeng" will have waves rushing onto the deck from time to time.

If you start collecting now, you can only collect a mixture of seawater and rainwater.

If you want to collect fresh water, it seems that you have to wait a little longer until the movement on the sea calms down.

The high waves hit the "Kunpeng" with terrifying force, swallowing it again and again, but every time the "Kunpeng" would miraculously emerge from the sea a moment later, as if it were a standing Unstoppable warrior.

Feeling the impact of the waves, Chen Xuan trembled as if he was riding a roller coaster, but he was secretly grateful on the other hand.

Fortunately, I covered the land and the green algae pool before. At first, I did this just to prevent the plants from being drowned by too much rain, but now it just prevents the invasion of waves.

Otherwise, relying on the endless waves, all the mud on the deck can definitely be washed away.

In addition, I don't know when it started, the snake venom broke out.

However, perhaps the alcohol had paralyzed the nerves, this time the snake venom did not feel as violent to Chen Xuan as before.

"It's a very lonely night, and it's raining sadly..."

After singing a few lines, Chen Xuan felt drunk gradually.

The sound of crackling rain mixed with the sound of waves echoed in his ears, and he lay on the bed drunk, gradually falling asleep.

Outside the wooden house, the wind and rain continued for a long time.

……

Dongji Mountain, Armed Forces Department.

At this time, Xu Feng had just returned to his residence, and the rain was continuously flowing from his feet. Before that, he and everyone braved the wind and rain to drag all the boats on the coast of Dongji Mountain to the shore one by one, and fixed them.

The waves are too big and these boats are their valuable assets.

Standing at the door, Xu Feng looked at the torrential rain outside like a waterfall, and suddenly he was a little worried about Chen Xuan.

In this weather, how is Brother Chen Xuan?
In fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

A feeling of regret came over me.

Back then, I should have persisted and held Chen Xuan back.

Who would have thought that there would be such a heavy rain all of a sudden.

There was no way he could survive on the sea in this kind of weather and condition.

For a moment, Xu Feng fell into deep self-blame.

……

When Chen Xuan woke up, the rainstorm was still continuing.

Although there were huge waves outside the window, thanks to the numbness of alcohol, he slept well that night and was very energetic.

Feeling the outside world through the "Kunpeng", the rain in the sky has not diminished at all, and even has a tendency to become larger.

"Could it be said that at the beginning of the end of the world, the weather was like this?"

At this time, Chen Xuan thought of the rain at the beginning of the apocalypse mentioned in the diary.

Because there is no daylight at all, and I don’t know what time it is.

He can only judge the approximate time according to his biological clock.

Although the night passed, the light sticks on the roof were still very strong and kept bright. Although it was a little dim, it was not enough to make Chen Xuan's eyes darken.

Thanks to this, Chen Xuan can work smoothly indoors.

Under the current weather, he must not be able to use the kiln to grill fish.

Chen Xuan had no choice but to use the "flame jet module" to grill two fish for breakfast after a long absence.

After breakfast, it is routine to water the crops.

Although the rain was not abating at this time, the wind and waves were smaller, and they did not rush onto the deck from time to time like before.

Chen Xuan used his mind to eliminate the wooden boards on the fields so that the crops could fully receive the moisture of rainwater.

It is a good thing that all plants can drink enough rain and dew.

But the dark sky made him worry for a while.

How can plants grow without sunlight?

And without sunlight for a long time, these crops might die.

But after a while, this trouble disappeared.

Chen Xuan was suddenly surprised to find that the plants in the cultivated land seemed to grow a little.

And the speed of this growth even seems to be a little faster than usual.

How could this be?
Chen Xuan was surprised.

(End of this chapter)

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