Wasteland Farming, Manual for Raising Human Cubs

Chapter 107 Dad is back

Zhao Xiaoxiu quickly pulled it back and gave a brief explanation. Then Sister Monkey sat down again with seven parts curiosity, two parts vigilance, and one part disbelief.

Soon, Sister Monkey wanted to stand up again excitedly.

"Squeak!" Monkey, it saw a monkey!
Zhao Xiaoxiu: "That's King Jiji."

But Sister Monkey still stubbornly shouted, monkey monkey.

Zhao Xiaoxiu shrugged and let it go.

When the adults are not at home, the children can watch TV as long as they want!

When she was craving for persimmons, she had them; when she was hungry, she had salty and crispy loach meat and potato-flavored nutrient solution; when she was thirsty, she could drink yogurt. On the afternoon when her father left, Zhao Xiaoxiu's life was so wonderful.

When you get tired of watching TV, you can just lie down on the sofa and fall asleep.

Monkey Sister was more excited than Zhao Xiaoxiu. After learning how to use the remote control, she watched one movie after another. She skipped some movies that she didn’t understand and switched to her favorite King Jiji.

Zhao Xiaoxiu was half asleep when she heard the low whimper of "Squeak". She reminded him stubbornly, "The cartoon is called Boonie Bears, not King Jiji."

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" It's King Gigi!
Zhao Xiaoxiu: “.” Forget it, why should she argue with a monkey.

He covered his head with the blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

The monkey sister was afraid that she would get cold, so she pressed most of her body on her, using her hair and body temperature to keep her warm.

The two monkeys opened their eyes wide, holding the remote control in their claws, and repeatedly replayed their favorite plots and scenes as if they had discovered a new world.

It was not until the sound of a speeding bicycle was heard outside the house that the child and the monkey woke up from their dream and looked towards the balcony expectantly.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and it took Zhao Gang six hours to go back and forth.

He sent Yin Lan home, returned the rented van, and went to the recycling station to sell the cold weapons.

Finally, before the supply station closed, I spent 30 points and bought a whole box of yogurt, a total of bottles.

The points earned from selling cold weapons are not enough to pay the change.

When leaving the city, I heard on the radio that there would be a little snow the day after tomorrow. I saw someone selling charcoal. I remembered that there was no heater or air conditioner at home, and I was afraid that Zhao Xiaoxiu and her monkey sister would be cold in the snow, so I spent another 1,000 points to buy 100 kilograms of charcoal.

When passing by Taoyuan Planting Village, I saw someone selling peanuts and melon seeds snacks on the roadside.

Zhao Gang stopped decisively and took a look.

I saw that the peanuts looked like walnuts, with hard and rough skins full of grooves. When they were cracked, the peanuts inside were only as big as the nail of a thumb.

The villager grabbed a piece of broken peanut and gave it to him to try. It tasted a little bitter, but smelled very fragrant.

If you boil it in salt water to remove the bitterness first, and then smoke it over charcoal fire, it will be salty, fragrant and crispy, and should be delicious.

"How many points per pound?" Zhao Gang asked as he reached out and grabbed a few melon seeds to taste. His movements were as skillful as an old man who often roamed around the vegetable market.

The appearance of the melon seeds has not changed, but they taste very white and not fragrant at all. If they are braised in brine, they should be able to be eaten as a snack.

These mutant melon seeds are all open, because mutant sunflowers can only sing when they open their mouths.

Zhao Gang felt that there was nothing wrong with calling it pistachio.

The villager smiled and said, "Crushed peanuts are 10 points per ounce, and melon seeds are 8 points per ounce. Do you want to use Taoyuan points or Hope points? If you use Hope points, a 10-point handling fee will be added to the total price."

"Give me two kilograms of the same." Zhao Gang said, "Use Hope Base Points." "Okay!" The vendor happily agreed, and immediately took out a scale for Zhao Gang to weigh, and used the white membrane produced by the mutant loofah as a bag to pack it for him, "360 points plus 10 points for the handling fee, a total of 370 Hope Points."

Zhao Gang decisively transferred the points and put the peanuts and melon seeds into his backpack.

When putting it in, I took a special look at the white film that holds the things. It is a very tough multi-structure net that is in a semi-dry state and can hold some lightweight items.

Seeing Zhao Gang's interest in the white film, the villagers smiled and said, "When it's dry, sprinkle some water on it, and it can be used to hold things. If it breaks, it will be very convenient to use it to start a fire after drying."

It’s a pity that the mutated loofah is now inedible. It tastes bitter and will cause diarrhea if eaten. He only kept a few of them that grew on the ground to dry and use as firewood.

Zhao Gang nodded, indicating that he had learned something new.

Calculating the balance on my points card, I found that this trip into the city cost me 2570 points, and the balance on the card is 20030 points.

After buying all the things and tying a 100-pound bag of charcoal to the back of his bicycle, Zhao Gang still took nearly three hours to get home even though he pedaled the wheels like hot wheels on his way back.

He really wanted to expose his body and wrap these things in his clothes and run home. It would only take him two minutes to get there.

But there are "eyes" everywhere around here, and there are things watching in the sky. The planting area is also an area that is given special care, and the risk of exposure is much greater than in Jiangcheng.

He was not afraid of those humans, he just didn't want anyone to disturb the peaceful life of himself and his cubs.

Besides, riding a bike is fun.

Before Zhao Gang even reached the door of his house, he could already see from afar a kid and a monkey watching TV in the house, and the two of them suddenly looked over expectantly.

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he couldn't help but shouting: "Dad is back!"

Sure enough, the next second, a small red figure ran down from the upstairs like a whirlwind, rushed out of the door, and pounced towards him with open arms.

"father!"

Zhao had just parked his bicycle and hadn't even stood firmly when he was nearly knocked out by the flying human-shaped cannonball.

He quickly reached out to catch the flying little person, and using the force to lift her up high he spun her around twice, causing her to laugh non-stop.

Sister Monkey was very helpful. She skillfully helped carry the backpack from the bicycle back to the sofa in the hall and placed it there, and then dragged in the bag of charcoal that was piled high.

"Dad, what is this?" Zhao Xiaoxiu asked curiously.

However, after not seeing each other for most of the day, Zhao Gang felt as if he and the cub had been separated for several days.

Reluctant to put her down, he walked into the house holding the baby in one hand and pushing the bicycle with the other, and replied, "I bought 100 kilograms of charcoal. The weather forecast says it will snow the day after tomorrow, so it's good to have charcoal to keep warm during the winter."

"Mao Dong?" Zhao Xiaoxiu was just curious, "Dad, do you know Mao Dong?"

Zhao Gang gently bumped the cub's warm head with his cold forehead and said, "Of course." He knew a lot.

Zhao Xiaoxiu chuckled and rubbed her head with her little hands, feeling itchy.

The bicycle was parked in the tool room, and Zhao Gang carried his daughter to the sofa. When the little girl saw the bulging backpack, she couldn't wait to struggle to get off the bed.

A child and a monkey stood in a row in front of Zhao Gang, looking at him with wide eyes and the same expectant expression, waiting for him to open his backpack.

Sister Monkey couldn't help rubbing her paws excitedly. When she carried the backpack in just now, she had already touched the outline of the yogurt bottle.

Zhao Gang didn't understand what keeping someone in suspense meant, so he readily took out the yogurt and peanuts and melon seeds from his backpack and placed them on the small table.

(End of this chapter)