Wasteland Farming, Manual for Raising Human Cubs

Chapter 57: Failure of Planting Flowers
When Zhao Xiaoxiu woke up in the morning, it was still drizzling outside the window.

It was windy last night and the pile of used furniture as firewood in the backyard was blown into pieces. Zhao Gang was cleaning it up.

It was another morning when Zhao Xiaoxiu opened his eyes and his father was not around. He stretched lazily and got up from the hard big bed. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, put on his clothes and shoes, and got out of bed.

He washed up in the bathroom first, then ran downstairs with frizzy hair.

He first went to the kitchen and took a golden autumn pear on the dining table. He ate it while strolling around the kitchen, and successfully smelled the aroma and turned to the sparrow meat that Zhao Gang had placed on the stove.

The mutant sparrow meat was not finished last night, but the meat had been processed and only a small bowl was left on the stove.

Zhao Xiaoxiu glanced at the seasonings on the spice rack, put down the bowl containing the sparrows, and went out the back door through the woodshed next to the kitchen.

"father!"

A clear child's voice sounded behind him. Without looking back, Zhao Gang could tell that the cub was in very good condition today.

He looked up from his busy work chopping wood and smiled at her, "What would you like for breakfast, Kosode?"

Zhao Xiaoxiu was delighted and asked tentatively, "How about frying the sparrow meat?"

"Okay." This small request must be met.

Zhao Xiaoxiu quickly finished the pear in her hand and wanted to go over to help, but Zhao Gang quickly signaled her to stay inside.

The heavy rain last night washed down all the mud on the hillside behind the house, and the broken concrete floor behind the house was covered with mud and water.

Both father and daughter looked up at the sky. The rain was not heavy, but it was still falling. The sky was gloomy and there was white fog in the distance. It looked like it would not clear up today.

The father and daughter looked at each other. It was not a good weather to go out, so their original plan to go into the mountains for the weekend had to be cancelled.

Zhao Xiaoxiu remembered the mutant purple flower she had dug up yesterday. She told Zhao Gang to call her when breakfast was ready. Then she turned around and ran to the front yard. She disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Gang wanted to ask her to comb her hair, but he didn't even have time to say it.

In the eyes of the little one, the new home is like a brand new amusement park. She has only explored the tip of the iceberg and there are still many places to explore.

Zhao Xiaoxiu took off her socks, put on only plastic sandals, put on an ill-fitting raincoat, covered her head with a rain hat, found a hoe, and dragged it out of the house.

She wants to find a new home for the little purple flowers and let them settle down.

The rain washed the earth, and the ashes from the burning flowed to the low-lying areas with the water, and finally gathered into the river, never to be seen again.

The land revealed its original color, yellow with a hint of black.

The rain soaked the land, and a small mud puddle immediately appeared on the seemingly flat ground when Zhao Xiaoxiu stepped on it.

Soon, the ground in front of the door was covered with her little footprints and grooves left by the hoe.

Zhao Xiaoxiu finally chose a satisfactory location - around the mutant dwarf pine.

She decided to bring a neighbor to the dwarf pine tree so that it wouldn't be alone and pitiful.

Zhao Xiaoxiu chuckled, grabbed the hoe, and started digging.

She planned to plant a circle of small purple flowers around the dwarf pine, but apparently there weren't that many of them.

But it doesn't matter. She will plant a semicircle first. When the weather is sunny next time, she will go out of the isolation zone with her father and dig up more small purple flowers.

The human cubs who had never farmed before didn't know that rainy days were not suitable for digging, nor did they know that wet soil was more difficult to dig than dry soil.

All she wanted was to find a home for the little purple flower as soon as possible. Although she slowly realized that digging the hole was not going smoothly, she was not someone who would give up easily when faced with difficulties. She persisted until half of the hole was dug.

When Zhao Gang finished making breakfast and came out to call people, she saw her own child wearing a raincoat, holding a hoe that was as tall as two of her, and looking at the ditch in front of him in disbelief.

The rain had unknowingly gotten heavier, and the semicircular ditch that had just been dug had become a natural water storage ditch. "Is Xiaoxiu playing in the mud?" Zhao Gang asked with a smile, standing under the eaves at the door.

He just asked in a normal tone, but someone's self-esteem was shattered.

Zhao Xiaoxiu finally realized that farming is not easy!
She came back dejectedly, carrying a hoe, looking up, revealing her aggrieved eyes under her rain hat, "Dad, I just want to plant the little purple flower next to the dwarf pine so that it can be its neighbor."

Zhao Gang asked in surprise: "Don't you want to play in the mud in the rain?"

He knew that two of the human cubs' favorite activities were playing in the water and mud outside on rainy days.

Zhao Xiaoxiu: “.”

Forget it, let’s go inside and have breakfast first.

Zhao Gang shrugged his shoulders, took the hoe dropped by the cub to the small puddle that naturally gathered at the door, washed off the mud, and put it under the eaves to dry.

As soon as the door closed, tentacles flew out, held down the cub who just wanted to go to the stove to get the bowl of meat, and combed his hair neatly.

My hair has grown a little longer in the past two months, and I can now tie it into a small three-strand braid.

The tentacles tied two small upturned braids under her ears at the back of her head and tied two pink bubble heart hair ties, which was cute and playful.

Zhao Xiaoxiu finally got rid of the tentacles' control, stood on tiptoe and reached out, accurately touched the bowl of meat, took it down, sat at the dining table and started eating.

The fried sparrow meat was very tasty and juicy. Zhao Xiaoxiu couldn't even imagine how happy she would be if she had a bowl of white rice with it.

After finishing the whole bowl of sparrow meat, even sucking on the bones, Zhao Xiaoxiu burped in satisfaction, jumped off the dining chair, caught a thin bloody tentacles that were peeking at the door, stuffed the dirty bowl at it, and decisively slid away.

Zhao Gang was busy repairing furniture in the tool room. He found a plane in some corner of the house and planned to refurbish all the old furniture in the house.

Zhao Xiaoxiu was a little bored. She stood under the eaves at the door, looking at the big raindrops. Then she looked at the pond in the south that was filled with water and was constantly spreading and expanding. Then she sighed.

There was nowhere to go and no flat-screen TV to watch.

I don't know how to dig the soil, and the poor little purple flowers are still lying behind the door.

Zhao Xiaoxiu ran to the kitchen and fetched a bowl of water, then sprinkled it little by little on the roots of the small purple flowers, hoping that they would stay strong.

While we were busy, we suddenly heard the roar of a car starting at the patrol station next door.

Zhao Xiaoxiu had just put down her bowl and was about to run out to see what was going on when the satellite phone on the sofa rang.

A tentacle rolled up the phone and sent it to Zhao Xiaoxiu.

She touched the closed fleshy bud on the tentacle and answered the phone.

It’s Captain Mo.

"Zhao Gang."

Zhao Xiaoxiu: "Uncle Mo, I'm Xiaoxiu."

There was an obvious pause on the other end of the phone before continuing, "Ask your father to answer the phone."

"Oh." Zhao Xiaoxiu pouted, hating herself for being a child.

When he turned around and was about to take the phone to the tool room, Zhao Gang had already walked out, took the phone, rubbed the top of the cub's head with one hand, and turned on the speakerphone with the other.

Mo Shigui's steady voice came from the phone: "A large number of floating fish appeared in the northwest corner. The lords of Land No. 200 and Land No. have just agreed to let everyone in. If you want to come, get out now. My car will be at your door in five minutes. One floating fish is points."

(End of this chapter)