Apocalyptic Tundra Age

In ancient times, Shennong dared to try all kinds of herbs, so Xu Zhonglei also found a large handful of gray and green moss from the leeward corner of the back mountain.

As a native of Guang'an, Cheng Yuming has no objection to eating grass. He even took out the soup pot, served it with dried shiitake mushrooms and razor clams, and planned to cook a pot of good soup that "deliciously touches the tongue".

It's a pity that Xu Zhonglei stopped this black potion-like behavior, and only asked "to be familiar with it".

Boil the water, add the cleaned moss, add a drop of oil, boil the water for half an hour—too short for fear of death—the moss is served on the table, there are three plates in total, corresponding to unknown species, the only one Distinguish between the three species of mosses that have only color.

A roomful of people, cats and dogs, studied these three dishes back and forth, but no one wanted to speak.

Cheng Yuming was the first to pick up the chopsticks, and righteously said: "We can only taste it alone in this room. If there is something wrong with me, you can hurry up and spit it out for me!",

Stretching his chopsticks into the gray moss dish, he took a big mouthful, took it in, and chewed it, his face changed instantly, his expression twisted and he swallowed with difficulty, and then gulped down a big mouthful of water as if desperately.

He said vaguely: "My mother! It's too bitter! I've never eaten such an unpalatable thing. I think I need to boil it at least three times!"

"How do you feel now?" Xu Zhonglei looked at his face, he was still handsome, but a little ugly... His face was normal now, not like being poisoned.

Cheng Yuming slapped the dog's head off the dining table, "Where are we now, you can ask in half an hour."

half an hour……

One hour……

six hours...

Lively, with a normal complexion, Cheng Yuming even poured the untouched green moss back into the pot and heated it up again.

"General plant toxins will show very obvious symptoms within twelve hours, and symptoms such as dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and pain will appear after six hours...Xiao Cheng?" Xu Zhonglei asked while holding a book.

"Nothing at all." Cheng Yuming groaned: "We Guang'an people, those who run on the mountains and swim in the water, are we afraid to eat anything except the tribute from the God of Wealth?"

Xu Zhonglei put down his book, stroked his dog's head and suggested, "...Then you can eat more of this gray one? A small dose doesn't mean anything. Let's see tomorrow after eating a plate..."

???

Cheng Yuming recalled the taste, and his face instantly became greener than fresh moss.

Who is not a modern person who only likes to satisfy his appetite? ? !

Xu Zhonglei felt that Cheng Yuming's dog's head was stiff, and tremblingly suggested: "Boil the water twice more? And bake the sweet potato meat into small pancakes? There are two remaining, so I'll come tomorrow?"

"Heh..." Cheng Yuming jumped out of Xu Zhonglei's hand, without turning his head back into the kitchen, "I'll eat it tomorrow too, I don't believe how bad it can be with my father's craftsmanship!"

Real men are never afraid to test drugs.

For three days in a row, Cheng Yuming finally knew how hard it was to be hungry.

He is from a police academy, he has full training every day, and he is young and has a strong metabolism. He has never been troubled by weight loss. He has never been hungry for three meals a day since he was a child. The survivors in the village were almost starving to death for food, and Xu Zhonglei, a big landlord, could never be short of his food.

In the past three days, according to the conditions of the villagers, he boiled moss, added sweet potato pieces and made cakes, and slowly baked them on the slate in the boiler room to form a small cake. The ratio: 1:2—moss is 2.

Let's be honest - it's awful, it's fucking awful.

Cheng Yuming hugged his own small plate, and ate one piece when he was hungry.By the third day, the smell of dog food hit his soul;

He was lying on the bed, feeling his muscles slowly losing. The sweet potato and moss mixed together in his stomach, bouncing around in the small and large intestines, making a "gurgling" sound.

Oh, this thing is so laxative!

After he solved the problem, the sky outside was groggy, it should be dusk, these damn three days are finally coming to an end!

"No dizziness, vomiting, nausea, pain... can you still have a bowel movement?" Xu Zhonglei never thought that these things could have medical value, so he wrote this down in his notebook.

Tables are listed in the book: taste, taste, satiety, adverse reactions...

The good news is: all three types of moss can be eaten;

The bad news: it's all unpalatable.

But in the face of presence and absence, taste is not worth mentioning.

Cheng Yuming was hungry for food, and after eating a big bowl of rice, he felt that he was finally alive, and couldn't help but sigh: "These things are at most to make the villagers last a little longer, and they still have to eat fat and protein in the future, otherwise There's no point in living."

"Stay through this for a while. After they have hope, they can hunt in the mountains and catch fish in the river. They can finally get something to eat." Xu Zhonglei said, "It's December, and I don't know when the heavy snow will stop..."

On December 12, the sun shines directly on the Tropic of Capricornus, which is the coldest time of the year.He only hopes that the weather will become warmer and the river water will gradually thaw. The fishing water tanker has been in the brick kiln for three full months.

Xu Zhonglei's moss cake was well received by Xu Zhiping's family.

There is still half a basket of sweet potatoes left in their family, and it takes half a month to eat them between the teeth.If it can be mixed with moss and sweet potato vines in the greenhouse, this basket of sweet potatoes can last for another one and a half months. At that time, the greenhouse sweet potatoes and greenhouse potatoes can be harvested for a while, and it can be counted. A lot of time.

Xu Zhiping pulled Xu Zhonglei aside, and asked in a low voice, "Stone, in your opinion, when will the snow stop?"

Xu Zhiping's face is quite round, but this kind of roundness is not due to his fat, but the edema caused by the long-term lack of nutrition in the body. Xu Zhonglei has also seen it on Xu Cheng's face. The next pit that takes a long time to bounce back.

"Spring always comes."

Xu Zhonglei could only be perfunctory in such a plausible way. After all, in the mountains on the border of Guang'an, the little girl didn't even make it through the first winter... and now, it's the second winter, and he is no longer a prophet.

"Spring will come, but I'm afraid we won't be able to survive winter." Xu Zhiping sighed, "There is one more thing I need to mention, although it was originally something you saved, but now you have seen the situation... My previous attitude was that if you are willing to share it with the villagers, you can share it, and if you don’t want it, you don’t want it, it’s up to you. But now, I have to remind you, let’s not talk about being jealous, I’ll ask you, if your Uncle Tie lies on you I'm starving to death at the gate of the house, will you give me food or not?"

To give, or not to give?

This is a problem.

Xu Zhonglei was thinking while shoveling snow from the roof. Of course, he didn’t want to give it, but a friend who had a good time lay in front of him and said that he was going to starve to death, and asked him to give him something to eat—that must be given.

He can watch strangers die in the distance without moving, but people's hearts are full of flesh. People in the village have been getting along with each other for so long, and it's just watching people starve to death...

Xu Zhonglei: Damn, I really am a communist successor who grew up under the red flag!

He was in a trance all day long. He shoveled the snow so-so, and then watered the potatoes. After stepping on two tall potatoes, he was finally rushed by Cheng Yuming to turn over the mushrooms. Oyster mushrooms can also be eaten, so Xiao Cheng set up a kang and planned to make dry goods.

What white radish, water spinach, long beans, everything that can be harvested, Cheng Yuming also piled it on the kang by the way, these dried vegetables will be put away at that time, steamed meat and stewed vegetables are delicious.

When Xu Zhonglei saw dried beans, he thought of fried bacon with dried beans. The aroma was really delicious, and the meat—the last piece of meat fell down after the last heavy snowfall, and he was out of meat...

The only meaty food in the house might be the two big bags of meat meal + bone meal for the boss and the little paper, and the dog's rations... don't grab it.

After Xu Zhonglei finished flipping through the mushrooms, he sat on the kang, counting his fingers to figure out what else he had to do——

Watering soybeans, potatoes, vegetable houses, and planting racks—Xiao Cheng finished it early in the morning;

Shovel chicken manure and pull it to the digester for composting——Xiao Cheng dries up after watering;

Shovel all the snow on the roofs of the houses where the vegetable growers live—Xiao Cheng is doing it;

……

After Xu Zhonglei counted his fingers, he silently sighed: Xiao Cheng is not easy, he is simply a born excellent farmer!worth it!

After he finished praising himself, he walked out of the drying room... and saw Cheng Yuming finish shoveling the snow, pack up his things and enter the house.

Ouch, this guy!

Xu Zhonglei helped him clean up the snowflakes on his body. He looked at this person, how good-looking and pleasing to the eye he was, so he pulled Xiao Cheng's dog's head and said "baji" - a bit cold!

The two got bored for a while, and Xu Zhonglei remembered the philosophical question of "to save or not to save", so he asked "the creator of a better life" for his opinion.

Xiao Cheng hugged his waist and said indifferently, "You can do whatever you want! Do whatever you like."

atmosphere!

While waiting for the meal, Xu Zhonglei began to inspect his inventory every now and then...

The things in the basement were moved down one by one by him. It's been a long time since I haven't seen them, and they are very strange.

The daily necessities are not used much, and it looks like only a part has been moved;

Clothes, shoes and socks are neatly piled up, and Xiao Cheng organizes them well;

The salt is packed in cloth bags. It looks like two or three sacks have been used, and there is still a lot left. According to the amount used in ten lifetimes, it is definitely enough;

The place where the rice was magnified was empty, and there are two bags left alone, but it is old rice, and the taste must be much worse than before;

Oil, soy sauce and vinegar, dry goods and non-staple food, bagged potato chips and spicy sticks that are about to go bad...

Xu Zhonglei reviewed them one by one and was very satisfied.

On the right side of the mouth, there are two sacks neatly stacked, Xu Zhonglei poked a hole, oh, freshly made sweet potato starch, and a bag of dried potatoes.

Really industrious myself!

Xu Zhonglei silently gave himself a thumbs up. It's really not easy to save so much money!