I really don't want to be a rebel [infrastructure]

Cheng Jingwei looked at Luo Shixing as if he had encountered a dangerous kitten and couldn't help but smiled and asked, "This lightning strike is scary, right?"

Luo Shixing nodded subconsciously: "Yes, yes."

After he finished speaking, he felt a little ashamed again, so he pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Don't be afraid of me... oh~"

Before he could finish his sentence, a deafening thunder burst, and Luo Shixing jumped up from his chair like a little leopard.

Subconsciously, Cheng Jingwei stood up on one foot, stretched out his hand, pulled the man over and patted him on the back, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Luo Shixing: ...

He was indeed not afraid now, he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

As the saying goes, as long as he is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

So he pretended that nothing happened, and while helping Cheng Jingwei to sit down, he changed the subject: "The wind outside is so strong, will this house be blown down? This house doesn't seem to be particularly strong, and the roof is also Only thatch."

Cheng Jingwei saw that he was looking at the sky and the earth with his cat eyes but not at himself, so he smiled and said: "Don't worry, this house has been in the forest for so many years, even if no one has lived in it, it is still intact, so it is still strong enough."

As the thunder disappeared, Luo Shixing suddenly remembered his prickly ash.

At this time, the aroma of peppercorns became more and more intense. He sat down and began to turn them non-stop. When he saw that the seeds of peppercorns were almost exploded, and the skins were dry enough to turn from red to brown, he carefully removed the clay pot from roasting. Remove from rack and set aside to cool.

When the temperature of the clay pot dropped, he carefully poured the peppercorns on the banana leaves, and then picked out the skins of the peppercorns little by little. After all, the black fruits were useless, and only the skins were needed for seasoning.

Cheng Jingwei saw him picking and choosing, and couldn't help but said, "When are you going to get this?"

Luo Shixing raised his head and stretched his cervical spine and said with a smile, "It's okay, there aren't many anyway."

He said it was a pity. When he picked it, he thought he had picked a lot, but he didn't expect that after drying, he could only see black seeds and not much skin.

Seeing him like this, Cheng Jingwei said, "Since there are a lot of peppers, they will be picked later. How can you pick them one by one? Just wait for me."

Luo Shixing tilted his head and looked at him: "What are you going to do?"

Cheng Jingwei said, "I'll weave a bamboo sieve for you."

Luo Shixing's eyes lit up, he held his face and said excitedly, "Wow, Ah Wei, are you the reincarnation of Doraemon?"

Cheng Jingwei slapped his hand, the child really didn't see him.

However, if others call him by his name instead of his fine print, he will probably lose his temper. Now... Luo Shixing's obsidian-like eyes are as clear and bright as a mountain spring flowing in them against the firelight.

Yan control such as Cheng Jingwei, he found a reason for himself: Don't be as knowledgeable as a child.

So he said calmly: "Don't shout, call brother."

Luo Shixing was as good as a follower: "Okay, Brother Cheng."

Cheng Jingwei was helpless, forget it, he can do whatever he likes, so he asked a question that Luo Shixing could hardly answer: "What is a Doraemon?"

Luo Shixing: ...

How does this make him explain?

Luo Shixing racked his brains to explain: "There is a story, a young man met a special cat, the cat was made of metal, it didn't need food or other things, and then he There are many miraculous things on the earth, which can satisfy all the wishes of Xiao Langjun."

After Luo Shixing finished speaking briefly, he looked at Cheng Jingwei eagerly and asked, "Do you understand?"

Of course, Cheng Jingwei had never heard of this story. Seeing Luo Shixing's frowning expression was so cute, he couldn't help teasing him: "I don't quite understand, and I haven't heard of this story, or you can tell me."

Luo Shixing finally knew what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

In fact, he has no impression of the story of the Doraemon. The memory bread and the random door are probably the most impressive. These two things made him envious when he was still a student.

He also wants memory bread that can remember all the knowledge once he prints it on a book and eats it!

Anyway, Cheng Jingwei didn't know this story, so Luo Shixing simply chose what he remembered to tell.

However, Cheng Jingwei is not easy to fool people, people listen to the story is to listen to the story, forget it after hearing it, and will not have other thoughts in the process of listening.

Cheng Jingwei was not, he was still thinking while listening, so during the process of Luo Shixing telling the story, he asked from time to time: "Why did he get this cat? Didn't his family find out? Didn't his neighbors find out? There are so many strange things in your hands, and your knowledge has become so good that no one knows?"

When Luo Shixing was asked by him, he had to patch it while telling the story. He still remembered the origin of the robot cat, but it was sent to him by the protagonist's descendants.

In later generations, this could be regarded as a science fiction story, but in the present... Luo Shixing directly adapted it into a more understandable statement, that is, this robot cat was sent to him by the protagonist's senior who became a fairy.

After hearing this, Cheng Jingwei commented: "So doting on the younger generation actually encourages the tendency to be tired of studying and lazy. This senior is not very good."

Luo Shixing finally broke down: "I just heard such a story told, it's useless for you to tell me."

Cheng Jingwei smiled silently as he watched Luo Shixing's furious appearance, and finally said, "So do you think I'm your doraemon?"

Finally, there was no need to tell stories, Luo Shixing immediately said: "Of course not, I'm just using a metaphor to describe you as powerful. No matter how powerful a robot cat is, it can't compare to a living person."

Well, the last sentence he said was against his will, but Cheng Jingwei was happy to hear it and would not continue to ask about the story.

Sure enough, Cheng Jingwei didn't continue to ask, and he didn't have anything to say about this story.

Luo Shixing's version of the story mostly talks about how the robot cat helps the protagonist avoid exams or solve difficulties. Others may be envious, but Cheng Jingwei doesn't think it's so good.

He will rely on himself to get what he wants, and rely on external force. If one day this external force disappears, then everything he obtained before may disappear like a mirror image.

It's not in his character.

Similarly, he also felt that he needed to let Luo Shixing know that if he wanted to survive in this place, he didn't need to rely on those naive fantasies, which would only corrode his will.

He didn't directly say that no matter how big a kid is, Luo Shixing is only a nine-year-old child, and it's normal to have thoughts of avoiding studying, so let's teach him slowly later.

Thinking of Cheng Jingwei's hand, he was a little puzzled, why did he teach Luo Shixing?

In his life plan, Luo Shixing should be a passer-by in his life, and the other party is not the same as him at first sight, so why should he worry so much?

Cheng Jing felt a little strange.

And he didn't stop thinking about these subordinates. After a while, a round bamboo sieve was born from his hands.

Luo Shixing started cleaning up the snails just after he finished telling the story.

The snails have been raised for a while and have already spit out some silt. It would be better to add some salt, but... Forget it, their salt is precious and cannot be wasted here.

After washing off the moss and soil on the snail shell with a small amount of water, Luo Shixing took a sickle and began to remove the tail.

Yes, it was a sickle again. After all, he didn't have scissors, so he had to use a sickle to cut off the tail of the snail.

After cleaning the snails, he threw them into a clay pot, added a little water, salt, sliced ​​ginger, and the prickly ash he picked up just now to cook.

At this moment, I heard Cheng Jingwei say, "Okay."

As soon as he turned his head, he found that Cheng Jingwei was holding a bamboo sieve with a green round frame in his hand. He immediately rubbed over to take the bamboo sieve, and found that the inside of the bamboo sieve was still made of bamboo silk. Not too big, but enough to sift out those seeds.

Luo Shixing held the bamboo sieve and said to Cheng Jingwei's cat, "Boss, did you come down from the sky to save me, this hapless bastard?"

Cheng Jingwei had never heard such a compliment before, and his first reaction after hearing it was to take a look at Luo Shixing's face, thinking that if he only looked at his appearance, this child was like a golden boy descended from heaven.

So he did what he had always wanted to do - reached out and rubbed Luo Shixing's head.

Luo Shixing immediately covered his head: "Don't use too much force, don't use too much force, I combed it up with great difficulty!"

God knows how laborious it is for him to comb a ponytail. He is really not familiar with this business. Before combing hair, there are servants to help him. Now it is impossible for him to comb the horns. He can only simply comb a ponytail and tie it with a hair band.

However, things like hair bands are difficult, and those who are not skilled are easy to wrap them tightly, and it has something to do with the material of the hair band.

Luo Shixing had no choice but to survive.

Cheng Jingwei withdrew his hand regretfully. To be honest, Luo Shixing was raised very well before. His hair was black and shiny, and it felt soft and smooth to the touch. It was better than most children's hair nowadays.

Luo Shixing happily took the bamboo sieve to sift the peppercorns. To be honest, during the process of drying the peppercorns, he always felt that he had picked a lot of peppercorns, but he didn't expect that there would be peppercorns left after he sifted out the black seeds. Let him fall into silence.

Probably because he was silent for too long, Cheng Jingwei felt something was wrong, took a look but found nothing unusual, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo Shixing let out a long sigh: "Why are there so few?"

But no, it’s only a small handful in total, so how long will it last.

Cheng Jingwei was calm: "Normally, prickly ash is not easy to get, otherwise why would it be so expensive?"

"Expensive?" Luo Shixing immediately raised his ears: "How expensive can it be? Can it be sold for money?"

Cheng Jingwei thought for a while: "Maybe it's okay to change something, how many pepper trees have you found?"

Luo Shixing recalled it carefully: "Not many. Speaking of which, can we plant some?"

There are few pepper trees in the forest, and no one knows how long they can live. If these two trees are gone, they will have no pepper!

Cheng Jingwei subconsciously glanced at the sifted seeds: "This won't work."

How can it be possible to plant it when it is all fried?

Luo Shixing immediately rubbed his hands and said, "There are still a lot of trees on the tree. I can wait for them to mature and pick some to plant. If not, I can take cuttings!"

Cheng Jingwei reminded: "It's not easy to grow pepper trees."

Luo Shixing held his chin and said, "Try it, it doesn't cost money anyway."

Cheng Jingwei deeply felt that a person like Luo Shixing would probably be able to survive well in any environment, and it had nothing to do with his own ability, but his mentality was naturally positive.

Luo Shixing happily poured the prickly ash into a dried bamboo tube, stuffed it with banana leaves and put it aside.

Since it is something that can be exchanged for money, they can't eat all of it, and leave some to go to the market to exchange for things. After all, they can't all be exchanged for millet. They only have half a bag, and it is impossible for them not to eat at all.

After the prickly ash was put away, Luo Shixing looked at the bamboo sieve and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and turned to look at Cheng Jingwei: "Ah Wei, can you make a ground cage?"

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Today's cat is still thinking about his fish.