Wasteland Farming, Manual for Raising Human Cubs

Chapter 45 SMS
"This is my friend. You can't bully him. Do you understand?"

Zhao Xiaoxiu warned Feiji fiercely.

It made a few low cries as if it understood, then it lifted its foot and waved its hands, "Go away!"

The flying chicken was freed. It flapped its wings with all its might and disappeared in front of the cowshed as if escaping.

Zhao Xiaoxiu patted the chicken feathers on his hands, dusted off his clothes, then sat back on the wooden stake, picked up the cup and took a big sip of water to quench his thirst.

Youyou looked at it and picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip of water.

The two guards had strange expressions on their faces and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Sure enough, the next second, Youyou spat out all the water he had drunk.

The little face wrinkled into a ball, and he said aggrievedly: "This water is so hard to drink."

The male guard immediately took off the kettle from his waist, opened the lid and handed it to him. Youyou took two big gulps, and his little face relaxed.

When he turned around to look at Zhao Xiaoxiu, he saw her staring at the wet ground with a look of pity.

"Zhao Xiaoxiu, what's wrong with you? This water tastes so bad." He did not forget to repeat it again.

Zhao Xiaoxiu raised her head and glared at him unhappily, "This is already the best filtered water. It smells like medicine, so of course it won't taste good."

"It cost me ten points of my dad's credits, and it's just a small bottle. Most of it is in your cup. I usually don't even want to drink it!"

The more he talked, the more painful it became. Thinking about how he drank river water himself, Zhao Xiaoxiu snorted angrily and put the remaining water in the cup back into the cowshed. "I won't give you any more."

"Ah?" Youyou was struck by lightning, "No, Zhao Xiaoxiu, don't be angry, I won't waste it again."

Zhao Xiaoxiu carefully poured the water in the cup back into the thin plastic bag and ignored him.

Youyou was anxious, "Isn't it okay for me to compensate you?"

"Sure." Zhao Xiaoxiu immediately handed over the empty cup of water, "Half a cup."

Youyou quickly looked at the male guard and threw his hands anxiously: "Give it to her quickly."

The male guard sighed helplessly, opened his portable kettle and poured half a cup of water into it.

"Is that enough?" he asked.

Zhao Xiaoxiu raised her eyes and glanced at him. What did he mean by that? Did he think she wanted their things on purpose?

An hour flies by.

When Youyou reluctantly got on the motorcycle and prepared to leave, Zhao Xiaoxiu stood by the side of the car and waved.

Youyou immediately obeyed and lowered his head.

He had just received her forgiveness, and he didn't want to make her angry again.

She whispered in his ear, "I don't like them both. I only like you. Next time we play together, you'd better be alone, otherwise I don't want to play with you anymore."

As he spoke, seeing Youyou was about to say something in a panic, Zhao Xiaoxiu quickly made a shushing gesture and warned with his eyes: "Don't tell anyone, this is a secret."

Youyou looked up at the two guards beside him, then turned back to look at Zhao Xiaoxiu who was smiling and waving at him, and nodded heavily. He knew what to do.

"Xiaoxiu, see you tomorrow!" Youyou waved vigorously.

Zhao Xiaoxiu stood at the side of the road and watched him go.

"Are you having fun?" Zhao Gang asked with a smile as he stood behind him.

Zhao Xiaoxiu shrugged, "It's okay, but those two guards..."

Until she was worried about something, Zhao Gang brushed his big hand across his daughter's face, "You have to trust Dad."

Zhao Xiaoxiu sighed, "Okay." I hope they won't tell Yang Mei anything when they go back.

"Let's go." Zhao Gang suddenly picked her up and came to the door of the cowshed. "Dad found something good."

"What?" Zhao Xiaoxiu's attention was instantly attracted.

Zhao Gang put her on a wooden stake and took out a pair of shoes from behind like a magic trick.

The uppers were old and stained with mud, and one could vaguely tell they were a pair of pink children's sneakers, no bigger than Zhao Gang's palm. "They're Xiaoxiu's size," Zhao Gang said happily.

Afraid that she would feel dirty, he immediately took her to the river to wash the shoes. Several tentacles came into play, stirring the river water into a high-speed vortex, and soon the pink shoe uppers with cartoon animal patterns were clearly visible.

Pick it up and shake it a few times, the shoe surface is half dry and can be worn after hanging for a while.

Zhao Gang even excitedly gestured with his palms at Zhao Xiaoxiu's feet and said, "I'll make a new pair of clean socks for Xiaoxiu later."

They did it right away, as if it was a great cause to give the cubs new clothes, new shoes and new socks.

He picked up the still surprised Zhao Xiaoxiu with one hand, picked up the half-dry children's shoes with the other, and rushed into the cowshed.

"I don't think there's a needle, thread or scissors."

Although Zhao Xiaoxiu didn't want to discourage his father's enthusiasm for making socks, he had to remind him.

Zhao Gang, who had already turned over the white cotton cloth and had all kinds of beautiful fantasies in his mind, froze.

The two vertical pupils that were gurgling around gradually dimmed.
Zhao Xiaoxiu smiled obediently: "But it doesn't matter. Wearing old socks first is just the right way to get used to the new shoes. What if they rub your feet? Dad, don't you think so?"

The two dull vertical pupils rolled around again, full of energy.

When Zhao Xiaoxiu was trying hard to encourage her father, a strong vibration sound of "Woo-woo-woo" came from the cowshed.

The father and daughter paused for two seconds before they realized what made the sound. They immediately rushed to the bedside and picked up Zhao Xiaoxiu's small backpack.

When I opened it, the satellite phone inside flashed its screen and then went out.

"It's a text message!" Zhao Xiaoxiu reminded excitedly.

Zhao Gang took out his cell phone suspiciously, unlocked the screen, and sure enough, there were two little red dots on the icon of the text box.

When I opened it, I saw one notification text message from Taoyuan Base and another notification text message from Hope Base.

The content is basically the same. We hope that the base will notify all survivors to gather in the east at 9 am tomorrow to read out the latest resettlement plan.

This was also the meaning of Taoyuan Base, but it was not read out to everyone at once. It only asked everyone to pay attention to the latest information released by the official base.

There is an intranet in the core urban area of ​​their base, and official news can be seen on various electronic communication devices at the first time.

Generally, there is no need to gather for notifications, but once you gather, it means something big is happening.

After reading the two text messages, the father and daughter were calm and excited.

Zhao Gang didn’t care, as long as he could be with the cubs.

Zhao Xiaoxiu can't do it, she cares about it.

There are too many secrets about Huo Die, and Yang Mei and his men were fleeing all the way before and had no time to continue searching.

Once the base is stabilized, Huo Die will be in danger.

Zhao Xiaoxiu was very nervous, worrying about tomorrow's placement announcement meeting, and did not sleep well the whole night.

Finally, I was wrapped in Zhao Gang's huge flesh and blood, blocking out all sounds, and I finally had a good sleep in the second half of the night.

It was just a pity for the dozen or so flying chickens. They saw something they shouldn’t have seen, and they huddled in the corner of the cowshed and shivered for the entire night.

Fortunately, the father and daughter only stayed for three days.

As soon as it got light in the morning, the father and daughter got up and packed their luggage.

A bunch of newly purchased supplies were added, and the front bar of the bicycle was filled to the brim, leaving no room for anyone to sit.

All the original belongings were packed in Zhao Gang's mountaineering bag, which was so bulging that it was almost impossible to zip it up.

Zhao Xiaoxiu was much more relaxed, as her small backpack contained her own water bottle, nutrient solution, and satellite phone.

Just hold the hatchet in your hand.

Oh, and her new shoes, dried and carefully packed in her backpack.

(End of this chapter)