Apocalyptic Tundra Age

It's not difficult to cut hair. Although Cheng Yuming's deepest understanding of this industry comes from the handsome guy who handed out small cards on the roadside, and the "Armanixuan" professional barber shop on the 1818 news station, he didn't panic at all. .

Xu Zhonglei may not know the concept of daring to use a hair clipper for the first time?

But Cheng Yuming wanted to describe himself in two words: cut monsters!

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Cheng Yuming kept playing Master Lu's video in his mind, while deliberating about cutting the scissors.

At first, he still wanted to eat tofu and play with human ears, but when the sawtooth scissors and the "buzzing" clipper appeared in his hand, he became serious...

At this moment, he is not fighting alone!At this moment, the souls of Mr. Tony, the little girl who picked garlic, and the reclining chair in the barber shop all possessed him!He is not alone!

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, exhales...

Come a little bit, starting from the top of the head, it only takes one centimeter, so cut here casually, Cheng Yuming chose solid scissors and went down, with a "click", a hole appeared on the top of Xu Zhonglei's thick head, revealing the white scalp.

Cheng Yuming silently gave himself a thumbs up, precise!

He became confident, he began to open and close, bow left and right, the water of the Yangtze River came up to the sky, and rushed to the sea to pay his return, he began to do whatever he wanted, and he started to combine vertically and horizontally... Clusters of hair fell on the plastic cloak, and fell again. On the ground, black masses intertwined...

The hair on the left seems to be cut a little longer, a small problem!Cheng Yuming cut down the scissors, and the hair on the left fell to the ground.

It seems that the hair on the right side has grown a bit, it's okay!Cheng Yuming cut the scissors again, and Xu Zhonglei's hair on the right side of his head lost another pinch.

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Xu Zhonglei was still thinking about the structure of the Oroqen tent, sitting obediently, doing whatever he was asked to do, raising his head, turning to the left, lowering his head, closing his eyes... his whole mind turned into a spinning top, and then he didn't even think about it. My own tent, a little looking forward to a new hairstyle.

After all, listening to Cheng Yuming's command makes me feel professional!

Cheng Yuming made the last push, and the trajectory of the electric fader extended from the back of the neck to the center of the top of the skull, and finally fell under Xu Zhonglei's nose. ,said laughingly:

"Come on, bro, close your eyes, I'll take you to wash your hair first!"

Xu Zhonglei spat out the broken hair on his mouth, and asked suspiciously, "Do you still want to wash your hair?"

"Listen to me, you have hair all over your body now, and you will feel uncomfortable in a while."

"Well then..."

After some washing, Xu Zhonglei was finally allowed to open his eyes to see his new hairstyle.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the mirror in front of him in disbelief. He turned his head to see the back of his head, and then showed the expression of Cinderella after a major transformation, and asked in disbelief :

"Cheng! Yu! Ming! Is this your technique?"

His head is now cleanly cut, without any extra hair, his scalp is smooth and shiny, and there is not even a little stubble to be found.

Cheng Yuming insisted on his own judgment, but with some uncertainty in his tone, he said, "Isn't this... pretty?"

"Looks like a ball! Where is the one centimeter I want? Isn't my head now a corned egg? It's a fucking polished corned egg! Ah, see for yourself, is it bright? Is it bright? Isn't it? Brighter than that energy-saving light bulb on your head?"

Xu Zhonglei threw the polished marinated egg at Cheng Yuming's face and poked Cheng Yuming's chin. He walked out of the bathroom before even drying his hair...

Oh no, his hair doesn't need to be dried now, it's gone...

"Brother, isn't it? The cut was asymmetrical at the beginning. Your scissors are not good, I tend to shake... shaking and shaking, I just cut off the big piece of land. This is not what I thought if your head There are hairs everywhere in the world, but only one piece of land doesn't... Then you can't meet people... You really look good like this, listen to me, the real handsome doesn't need hair to modify..."

Cheng Yuming quickly chased after him to explain, but at the same time he felt that his brother was simply handsome, he could control such a hairstyle, and now he was manly, handsome, and handsome!nice!Couldn't help but touted it.

Xu Zhonglei held back his laughter, and caressed his smooth head carelessly, and calmly advised him like an old monk:

"Young man, what you like is not me, but my polished braised egg head. In this way, I will go outside early tomorrow morning to pull in the grinder, cook a few more eggs, and grind the peeled eggs. You can have dozens more objects, all of which are in line with your aesthetics..."

Cheng Yuming explained aggrievedly: "I don't like other eggs, I just like this one."

"I like you big-headed ghost, your uncle has a chair leg, you are crazy!" Xu Zhonglei shook his head, and a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the weird feeling of "cold coming from the head" appeared again.

"look."

Cheng Yuming stopped talking, he fixed Xu Zhonglei's head, and kissed the smoothest top of his skull that he accidentally cut off, "Really, I think it looks good."

After the kiss, Cheng Yuming was still reluctant to leave, his chin touched the top of Xu Zhonglei's smooth head, a gust of hot air came over, Cheng Yuming felt that the intersection of the chin and the scalp was still a little prickly, the touch was really satisfying.

Cheng Yuming's hand wrapped around Xu Zhonglei's head for a few more times, and then he kept it on top of his head without moving. His bald head was hot and soft, and there was still a little stubble in his hair. The hand felt so good that he couldn't bear to let it go. .

Xu Zhonglei was shocked by this weird way of playing. He first kissed, then licked, and then used his hands. He froze his head, his heart was trembling, and finally couldn't help asking:

"Cheng Yuming, so you don't like marinated eggs, but Wenwan walnuts?"

His buddy, his roommate, his boyfriend, what a fucking funny guy...

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Although Cheng Yuming repeatedly stated that this shiny bald head would not affect his image at all, Xu Zhonglei still put on a brown wool cap for himself before going out.

"Brother, either I am talking too much, or you are digging a potato inside the fence, there is no need, there is really no need..."

Cheng Yuming looked at the back of this person who was fifteen degrees above zero and was about to go out to do farm work, wearing a double wool cap, and felt that it was necessary to remind him.

"Can you say something more about the hat?" Xu Zhonglei had tried his best to make himself forget the foreign object on his head, he said coldly.Carrying baskets and hoes, leaving the world with a bleak back.

The life of a bald head is so cold, ruthless, and boring.

Xu Zhonglei and Cheng Yuming planned to collect potatoes today.

This batch of potatoes was planted in early March this year, and it is now in mid-July, and the 100-day harvest period has passed, but Xu Zhonglei has dug it several times, and feels that there is still room for a series of small potatoes to grow, so I stuffed back the few potato seedlings that had been dug up, and I only planned to wipe out all the potatoes in this room until today.

"Are tomatoes edible?"

As soon as he entered the vegetable room, Cheng Yuming turned on the light and asked, a few tomatoes were covered with big green and yellow fruits, and there were also a few half-red big tomatoes, which were cats in the leaves.

Xu Zhonglei recalled all kinds of delicacies that tomatoes can make, and couldn't help jumping up for joy, and said with a smile: "Come on, the red ones will be picked soon, let's eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes at noon. Let's dig a potato field each, be careful not to let The shovel broke the potatoes."

As he said, he bent down, inserted a shovel a short distance away from the potato tree under his feet, and dug out a large piece of soil. A fat potato was buried in the soil. Xu Zhonglei put down the shovel, squatted down, Brush away the surrounding floating soil with your hands, and on this potato plant, a large bunch of potatoes are all exposed.

A total of six!

The smallest one is as big as Xu Zhonglei's palm, and he can't even hold the biggest one!

"Look! Xiao Cheng! Is this potato big? I think it weighs more than half a catty!" Xu Zhonglei held up this big potato and couldn't help showing it off to Cheng Yuming.

"Oh, brother, let me see, it's big! Big Mac!" Cheng Yuming took a closer look, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Wait, brother, I'll find you a bigger one later!"

What a tiger's word!

Not many potatoes were planted more than three months ago, occupying half of the field, with a total of [-] plants. The two men bent their waists and pulled the soil for a long time. There was no longer an upright potato in the potato field, and there were yellow and curly potatoes. The pole was thrown on the foot-wide path, and Cheng Yuming helped to pack it up and put it aside; the fresh potatoes were wrapped in mud and stored in bamboo baskets, and one basket after another was carried outside.

Xu Zhonglei made the bamboo baskets by himself, and only made three of them. His hands were all covered with small bloody holes scraped from the bamboo strips, and a few thorns were deeply pierced into his hands, even though these thorns made Xiao Cheng I helped pick it out, but now it hurts even holding the hoe.

The three bamboo baskets were piled up to the brim, and they were placed outside to blow the air. The soil on the surface of the potatoes could only be brushed off by hand after the mud outside the potato skins had dried.

Among the materials kept by Xu Zhonglei is this kind of crop storage method. Potatoes are afraid of humidity, heat, and sun, which is really difficult.He still wants to store these potatoes for a while, so he can only follow the instructions in the book one by one.

Ventilated, cool, dry, and covered with soil, this little fairy is really difficult to serve.

As for those potato stems and leaves, Xu Zhonglei hadn't figured out what to do with them yet.

In modern society, food is extremely abundant. Regarding poisonous things such as potato leaves, no one will test the poison to tell everyone whether this thing is edible for this bite of vegetable leaves, let alone a chicken farm owner. Go to social media to share whether chickens can digest the toxins in this potato.

"Xiao Cheng, do we have six roosters in the chicken coop?" Xu Zhonglei felt that the vegetable leaves should not be wasted, and it would be best to find a chicken that was tested for poison.

"Yes, those chickens are flying like dogs, and they like to jump on the heads of the little hens to peck other people's feathers. I locked them up in the new house, and they can beat them as they please." Cheng Yuming was so tired that he put down his hands. Potato Basket answered.

"It's good to have chicken."

Xu Zhonglei knew in his heart that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Instead of letting these chickens choose a leader through natural selection, it is better to let him artificially speed up the process, and help him test whether potato leaves and potato stalks can be eaten.