Rescue the Vicious Villain [Quick Transmigration]

The blizzard has finally passed, the temperature has stabilized, at least you can walk on the road wearing cotton jackets and down jackets for a short time. In previous winters, Yan Ling and other brothers always endured the cold to find supplies. However, there is a shortage of supplies, which is the same everywhere. They are often cold and hungry. , a state of starvation and cold.

But this year is different. They have found a foothold, and this village can become the first cornerstone of their development.

You don't have to worry about day and night, and you don't have to be confused about how to get past the coldest time.

At a time when human lives are worthless, they don't have much energy to remember the dead. They can only live by looking forward. People who were saddened by yesterday are all dead.

Ye Ming breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his hands, white mist rose from his mouth.

Feng Yun held a piece of cake in his hand and was eating it earnestly. His face was blushed by the cold wind, and his skin seemed to be cracked, but he was used to it long ago, and he didn't feel itchy or painful.

"Boss is in a really good mood these two days." Ye Ming had nothing to say.

Feng Yun nodded: "It's rare to see Boss like this."

In their images, Yan Ling always had a stern face. Although he was steady and calm, it made them followers feel safe, but there was also an indescribable sense of distance, as if they were calling Yan brother or boss, but In Yan Ling's heart, they were not his brothers.

It's as if there is a layer of glass between them, and they can see each other, but they can't get close to each other.

At this time, Bai Yi was cooking. Standing in front of the stove, he didn’t feel cold. The fire was burning in the hearth. Many people were walking around the street. The earthen stove was built on the side of the street and sheds were built. This village is a modern village. In the demonstration village of the new countryside, all the old yards have been demolished, and they are all small buildings with two or three floors. They also use gas stoves, and earth stoves were only built by people in the past two days.

People sit by the stove with small benches, which saves firewood and keeps them warm.

Trees are no longer growing, so firewood has become more precious, so save as much as you can.

Haohao was held in Zheng Xue's arms, smelling the aroma of steamed buns.

This is what Bai Yi is doing. The last time he made noodles, he didn’t run out of flour, and he couldn’t make bread—bread needs sugar and eggs. Sugar is fine, but eggs are too rare. Well explained source.

The scent of evaporated white flour floats in the village along with the white mist of steam.

It is a fragrance that cannot be compared with any other flavor. The fresh steamed buns are fluffy and tender, and they will slowly spring back when poked with your fingers. After the outer layer of flexible white skin is torn off, the fine honeycomb-shaped "meat" of the steamed buns is exposed inside.

There is no need to add sugar, just chewing a little bit like this, you can enjoy the original sweetness of the flour.

The taste of food can warm and comfort the heart. In addition to filling the stomach, food can also calm people down and provide people with psychological comfort that is not related to their original duties.

Freshly steamed steamed buns are the most fragrant. Many people think that steamed buns have no fillings and are not tasty enough, but really good steamed buns do not need to have fillings, as they have an unparalleled sweet taste.

Bai Yi used to love to make sweet-scented osmanthus steamed buns. After washing the fresh sweet-scented osmanthus, marinate them with sugar and honey, and mix them into the noodles. The steamed buns made in this way have beautiful small sweet-scented osmanthus flowers and a strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus. into one.

But he never thought of making sweet-scented osmanthus into stuffing.

At this time, of course no one thinks that the steamed buns are not tasty enough.

Eating steamed buns is already a supreme enjoyment.

Xuanruan's steamed buns were divided into everyone's hands by Bai Yi. The steamed buns were a little hot, and the thin, flexible skin locked the heat inside. After tearing apart, the steam in the steamed buns turned into white mist and floated into the sky.

Zheng Xue tore the steamed bun into small pieces, and let Haohao eat it while it was still hot.

The sweet white flour stimulates people's appetite and soothes people's hearts.

Everything doesn't seem so bad.

It would be great if the vegetable field hadn't been destroyed, Bai Yi felt a little distressed, otherwise steamed buns with sauerkraut would be a very tasty meal, which could be called a luxury.

This winter doesn't have to be so cramped.

But except for Bai Yi, everyone feels that life with big white steamed buns is already very happy.

Especially those who were exchanged, they couldn't find work most of the time in the city, they were busy every day, but they couldn't find food to fill their stomachs, and they ate bean dregs cakes that scratched their throats most of the time, so they were lucky enough to find work. Dry before eating potatoes or sweet potatoes.

The sweet potatoes grown in the city are the most productive ones. They are not as sweet as the ones I used to eat, and the taste is bland, but I don’t know how much better than the bean dregs cake.

"We can grow corn next year." Bai Yi discussed with Yan Ling at night, he was lying on the bed, and Yan Ling was massaging his legs.

After standing in the cold wind for a long time, Bai Yi's injured leg was always in pain at night, and he often woke up with sweat on his forehead.

So every night, Yan Ling would boil a pot of hot water, put the soaked hot towel on Boyi's leg, and he would massage Boyi through the towel.

Yan Ling: "Not enough fat."

The land can recuperate by itself, and with the blessing of manpower, it will recover soon.

But now they have neither so much soil nor so much fertilizer.

It's just that this problem can't help Bai Yi, he thought for a while: "The fertilizer in my hand can last two seasons without any problem."

"We can raise cattle."

Cow dung is not only good for fire, but also a good fertilizer.

Yan Ling did not laugh at Bai Yi's whimsy, but said with a serious face: "Where did the cow come from?"

There are no animals to be seen now, and even if there are, they must be hidden in places where people cannot find them.

"When spring begins, we can go to a nearby cattle farm to look for it." Bai Yi asked Yan Ling for his opinion.

Yan Ling pressed Bai Yi's leg hard, and Bai Yi exclaimed in pain, Yan Ling eased the pressure: "It's been six years since the end, even if there was a cow, it would have been caught and eaten long ago."

What Yan Ling said is the truth, but Bai Yi has his own plan. He has everything in his space. Because it is a dimensional space, there is almost nothing missing, and animals can find it.

The reason why he proposed is to find an opportunity to get these animals out.

As long as they are raised in captivity, given food such as sweet potato vines, and let them reproduce, sustainable development can be achieved.

Although sweet potato vines can also be eaten by humans, after planting corn, people's rations can be solved, and sweet potato vines can find other uses.

Bai Yi's attitude became a little more resolute.

Yan Ling also seemed to realize something.

He has always known about Bai Yi's difference, but he never delved into it, never asked, let alone let Bai Yi speak out.

It's best to keep some secrets rotten in your stomach.

"Don't tell me." Yan Ling said with a straight face, "Don't tell others either."

"Nothing is more important than your own life."

He hooked Bai Yi's chin, his eyes were burning like a torch: "Do you understand?"

Bai Yi was speechless for a while, but he couldn't say a word, couldn't make a sound.

He just felt that Yan Ling in front of him was too alluring.

There seemed to be two people on the bed and under the bed.

So he grabbed Yan Ling's wrist and said with a smile, "Understood, the officer is right."

In the next second, the officer was pressed on the soft bed by the students. The students always had great enthusiasm, which made it difficult for the officer to resist.

If the training is light, the other party says he is useless, but if the training is focused, he is afraid of hurting the other party.

It's just that in the end, the importance of training is no longer determined by his reason.

Bai Yi really wanted a small yard, and also wanted a small kitchen. Yan Ling has been going through the wind and rain all these years. He hasn't had a good rest, and his nutrition can't keep up. He wants to give Yan Ling food supplements, but he has no chance .

He didn't have to explain to Yan Ling where the ingredients came from, and he didn't have to rack his brains to make up nonsense.

——As for the others, Bai Yi didn't want to waste his time explaining to them.

He doesn't think he is the savior, nor can he be as selfless as He Qing.

Especially how to be selfless, and ultimately choose to abandon some people in exchange for the hope of others to survive.

Boyi never wanted to be a good person in the universal sense, but he didn't want to be a bad person either.

So most of the time, he is an indifferent person.

His care and love can only be distributed to a few people.

But he never felt happy. The achievements in the mall only made him feel excited. After the excitement, there was an endless emptiness. His life looked very happy to outsiders. His parents were high-level intellectuals, with social status and money. Successful young entrepreneurs have a bright future.

He sometimes works until midnight, and when he returns to his empty apartment, he just feels tired, and his mind is always on the business he will talk about tomorrow, the client he will meet.

He liked this kind of life in the first few years. He was free and full of strength, and felt that he could own the whole world.

But as time goes by and life remains the same, he sometimes feels bored, and only the occasional big business or negotiation can make him excited again.

As for love, it is unfamiliar and familiar to Bai Yi. He has seen quarrels and on-off and on-off relationships between couples. He doesn’t think love is passionate, but more troublesome—why waste time and effort? Focus on your feelings for a certain person?

Whether the pay and the gain can be directly proportional is a question, and what should be done after the passion recedes?

It is impossible for him to have eternal enthusiasm for a person.

On the day when the enthusiasm fades, or the other party breaks up peacefully like him.

Or he will become a heartbreaker.

He didn't understand the special nature of love until he met Zhang Li.

It is always full of enthusiasm, as long as it is still there, then all problems will be no problem.

Any emotion to the extreme is irreplaceable and impossible to fade away.

Bai Yi had a lot of miscellaneous thoughts in his mind. Seeing that he was not serious, his instructor tried harder to teach him a lesson.

Bai Yi gasped for breath, beads of sweat secreted from his forehead, and when he finally calmed down, he took out a cigarette from the bedside.

His addiction to cigarettes is gone, but he always feels that if he doesn't have a cigarette at this time, it seems that something is missing.

"When did you learn it?" Yan Ling looked at the flickering lights of the fire, with a gloomy expression.

Bai Yi held the cigarette high in one hand, and rubbed Yan Ling's ear with the other. He recalled the past and said with a smile: "In high school, but at that time, they all smoked counterfeit cigarettes. They sucked them into their mouths and then spit them out. They don't have enough lungs. Only when they go to college do they smoke. Learn to smoke real cigarettes."

In his youth, he also did some ridiculous things. Learning to smoke is probably the most ridiculous mistake he has ever done in his life.

But over time, smoking has become a part of his life. If Asa hadn't smoked at that time, maybe he would never be able to quit.

"I know that smoking is not good and it hurts your health." Bai Yi put out the cigarette and smiled at Yan Ling, "I won't smoke in the future."

Yan Ling pursed his lips, and he suddenly asked, "Do I look fierce?"

Bai Yi was taken aback, and asked strangely, "Why do you ask such a question?"

"I seem to control you and not let you smoke?" Yan Ling pursed his lips into a straight line, "Are you afraid of me?"

His displeasure was shown on his face: "I don't want you to be afraid of me."

Look how cute this man is.

Bai Yi's smile widened, and his eyes seemed to become deeper.

Bai Yi stretched out his hand and stroked Yan Ling's cheek.

Then he sighed, "Fool, I'm afraid of you because I love you."

Fear comes from love.

It's not the person to be afraid of, it's the loss of the person.

Yan Ling's tightly pursed lips loosened. He seemed restrained, but if you get to know him well and observe him, you will find that he is a straightforward person. People with friends toasting.

He may be serious, but he is not hypocritical.

How precious is such a person?

Yan Ling's ears were red, and he kept his face that hadn't changed for thousands of years, very serious, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

Bai Yi has already changed the subject: "Go to sleep, I will make you noodle soup tomorrow morning, but unfortunately there is no chili oil."

Just when Bai Yi hugged Yan Ling and was about to fall asleep, Yan Ling suddenly covered his ears with his hands.

Bai Yi froze, not understanding what Yan Ling was going to do, did something happen outside?Or did Yan Ling suddenly convulse?Convulsions cover people's ears, what kind of problem is this?

Bai Yi couldn't think of a reason.

His ears were covered by Yan Ling, and he could still hear the sound, but it seemed that there was a wooden door or a window.

He heard Yan Ling's voice, as if it came from afar.

--"I love you too."

Bai Yi was taken aback for a moment, and then wanted to turn his head to look at Yan Ling's expression. He had a hunch that Yan Ling's expression at this time must be very cute, worth seeing, and worth remembering.

It's a pity that Yan Ling's strength was too great, and Bai Yi couldn't turn his head.

"Let go." Bai Yi said.

However, Yan Ling didn't move like a mountain.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and finally Bai Yi couldn't resist the drowsiness, and fell asleep in this position.

For Yan Ling, saying love is about as difficult as reaching the sky.

As for the others, there is no need to be harsh.

That night, Boyi had a sweet dream. He dreamed that he had returned to the real world. After a busy day, he came home from work. There were voices at home, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

When he opened the door, there was a tablet on the coffee table in the living room, with his parents' faces on the screen.

Someone is sitting on the couch, videoing his parents.

They chatted very well, talking and laughing.

But as soon as he saw him coming back, the man got up and came towards him.

They hugged in the porch, shared a brief kiss, and then he went to greet his parents and talk about recent events.

Then they had a snack and sat on the couch to watch a movie.

They didn't talk while watching the movie, but Boyi didn't feel alienated or embarrassed at all, and he felt at ease in the dream.

This dream kept Boyi in a very good mood for the next three days.

"Brother Bai is in such a good mood?" Ye Ming started calling Bai Yi Brother after he found out that Bai Yi was older than himself, and the others followed him, so Bai Yi seemed to have grown up suddenly.

Especially now that anyone with eyes can see the relationship between Bai Yi and Yan Ling.

Although they never kiss and hug in front of others, there is a lingering friendship between the brows of lovers, so there is no need to observe too much.

Bai Yi handed the baked sweet potato to Ye Ming: "Eat it, and shut your mouth."

Ye Ming took it with a smile, and his beard grew again. He likes beards, and thinks that men with beards look more handsome, more masculine, and stronger.

But Bai Yi doesn't like it, he always feels that growing a beard looks old, and it's not easy to keep clean.

But Bai Yi didn't question other people's hobbies.

The winter is long, and there is not much work to do, so most of the time people gather in the largest warehouse, light a pot of fire in the middle, and then do their own things, or chat and talk.

People love to talk about things before the end. They would talk about which city they were in and what kind of work they were doing.

With those troubles, what kind of dreams do you have.

But no one talked about the end of the world.

It was as if their lives came to an abrupt end on the day when the end came.

Everyone is remembering the past and has no longing for the future.

Bai Yi would pass by occasionally, but most of the time, he preferred to stay with Yan Ling in a room without a fire.

When people are chatting, Boyi will feel that they are dreaming an impossible dream together. The past will not come back again. everything.

They don't seem to realize that that life will never happen again, and that they've always had no choice but to go with the flow.

Bai Yi will also give Yan Ling a small fire, such as taking out canned food, bread or other food that does not need to be heated from the space.

But Yan Ling didn't want to eat it. He seemed to feel that these unnecessary enjoyments would wear down his will.

It will make him wallow in it and make it harder to pick up his gun.

When Bai Yi learned of his thoughts, he felt that what he was thinking was his long-term thinking.

However, Bai Yi couldn't think of a reason to persuade Yan Ling.

Yan Ling: "Don't worry about me, eat by yourself."

Before going to bed, Yan Ling would always touch Bai Yi's cheek again and again, as if only in this way, he could be sure that Bai Yi was by his side, all of this was not welcome.

Bai Yi: "Well, I see."

Yan Ling frowned, grabbed Bai Yi's shoulder, and asked strangely, "Are you angry?"

Bai Yi nodded, but still turned his back to Yan Ling, unwilling to turn around: "Yes, I'm angry."

Yan Ling was even more puzzled: "Because I don't eat what you gave me?"

Bai Yi sat up, he looked at Yan Ling seriously, without a trace of anger on his face, he just said calmly: "You need those foods, not you, but your body needs."

"Do you think you're made of iron?" Bai Yi frowned, he always smiled, and was rarely so serious.

"I don't hope that one day you will fall down because of old injuries and lack of nutrition, and you will never get up again." Bai Yi could be said to be ruthless, "Don't worry, on that day, I will never die in love, I will find another spouse."

There was consternation in Yan Ling's expression, he didn't understand why Bai Yi lost his temper so much, and Bai Yi didn't have such a temper usually.

And the biggest problem is that he doesn't feel that he made the wrong choice.

Everyone here is suffering, everyone is here.

He shouldn't be different from others, especially if this difference is based on Bai Yi's sacrifice.

"Listen to me." Yan Ling grabbed Bai Yi's hand, and he looked straight into Bai Yi's eyes, "I don't know how many things you have, and I don't know where you hide them, those are not important, I won't Ask, and don’t want to know.”

"But as long as it is a material, there will be a day when it runs out."

"If something happens to us one day." Yan Ling held Bai Yi's hand tightly, "Those things can save your life."

"Now I won't die if I don't eat those."

Yan Ling: "But if you are in a desperate situation, without those things, you will have less hope of survival."

Bai Yi has no expression on his face, making it impossible to see his current emotions.

"So you think that the reason why you don't eat the food I give you now is because one day, these things will be my last resort to save my life?" Bai Yi suddenly sat up and turned his back to Yan Ling.

"You helped me figure out the way out." Bai Yi wanted to withdraw his hand, but Yan Ling was too strong, and his tone was full of sarcasm, "But you didn't ask me if I wanted this way out."

Bai Yi couldn't tell what it was like for him, he might be a little moved, but more angry.

It was as if Yan Ling was always ready to die, and he was never stingy with his life.

Bai Yi: "Forget it."

His anger comes and goes quickly, and Bai Yi seldom gets angry, because he feels that changes in mood cannot affect the development of things, and anger and grief are the last vents of the powerless.

Bai Yi took a deep breath and lay down again: "Go to sleep."

He looked at the ceiling, his heart was not peaceful at all, but on the surface, he was no different from usual.

Someone leaned over from behind and hugged his waist.

His back was pressed against the other's chest.

The embrace of the other party was as warm as ever.

"I understand what you mean." Yan Ling's lips kissed the skin of Bai Yi's neck.

His voice was rare and gentle, and the kiss was lingering and delicate. Bai Yi raised his neck, and finally said like a doting elder: "It's up to you."

He thought, he shouldn't force Yan Ling, Yan Ling has his own persistence and his own creed.

He shouldn't force his own ideas on him.

Bai Yi turned over and hugged Yan Ling, he whispered in Yan Ling's ear: "No matter what happens, you have to believe that I will always be here."

Yan Ling's voice was low and hoarse: "I know."

Bai Yi didn't believe it.

He felt that Yan Ling seemed to be a pessimist, thinking of the worst in everything, and considering the worst outcome before doing anything.

This is not Yan Ling's fault.

It's just that he doesn't have a choice.

He could only go on in this dark tunnel without turning back.