Returning to hometown to farm: The apocalypse system arrived ten years earlier?

Chapter 35 Steamed Polygonatum, Roasted Sweet Potatoes

The two rabbits were startled and fled in two directions.

However, as a first-level extraordinary person, it would be extremely embarrassing for Li Xiang if he let one of the two rabbits escape.

He swung his high-definition knife hard and immediately cut off the head of a rabbit. At the same time, he caught up with another rabbit with big strides. A big hand fell from the sky, grabbed the hare's neck, twisted it lightly, and killed it.

The hares never imagined that humans' speed could crush them.

Li Xiang walked over, picked up the Gaomi knife, wiped it clean on the grass, and then picked up the head and body of another rabbit. He looked nearby and saw a stream not far away, so he went to the stream, bled the rabbit, skinned it, gutted it, and cleaned it up on the spot.

If I go back to deal with it, it will be bloody and I will have to throw away the garbage. It is much more convenient to deal with it outside.

It was still early when he got home, so Li Xiang mixed the three golden chanterelles and six purple coral mushrooms that he had accumulated as first-level mutant spiritual herbs, with chicken mushrooms, matsutake mushrooms, big-foot mushrooms, etc., and added a processed rabbit, and rode his tricycle to send them to his grandmother's house.

Grandpa and grandma were very happy and kept Li Xiang for dinner before letting him go back.

My uncle has two children. A daughter is in high school and only comes home during the monthly holidays. His son is a little younger and is in the fifth grade of elementary school. The little guy actually also saw Li Xiang’s video. While eating, he kept saying that he must show his face in his cousin’s video. Maybe he will become an Internet celebrity in the future.

He also asked Li Xiang curiously how much money he had earned.

When my grandparents heard this, they were also very surprised, thinking, can this also make money?
Li Xiang explained: "I didn't make much money, I just sold some local specialties from the mountains, which was only slightly better than working."

Grandma was very pleased and encouraged him to work hard and achieve success in whatever field he chose.

Grandpa, however, felt somewhat regretful. He thought it was a waste of talent for Li Xiang to return to his hometown to farm after studying. It would be great if he could pass the civil service exam and enter the system.

Grandpa didn't mean to mock him, he was just worried about Li Xiang's future and thought he might have better choices. In fact, he had always hoped that Li Xiang could make a name for himself.

Li Xiang was silent and felt ashamed. It was not that he had not thought about taking the civil service exam, he just didn't pass it.

However, the end of the world is coming, and only one in ten of the billion people will survive, and there is no such thing as a safe job in the system. He has no interest in taking the civil service exam now.

I would be very satisfied if I could live every day well and enjoy the rare few years of tranquility before the end of the world. After the end of the world, I could better protect myself and take care of my family. If possible, I could lead more people through the catastrophe.

Although he has a system, he doesn't think he can be the savior.

In the face of the disaster of the entire solar system, he was too insignificant as an individual and could only do his best. It would be great if he could do it with a clear conscience.

My cousin's grades are not very good, and my grandparents are very worried. They asked Li Xiang to tutor him when he has time. The two old people at home can only pick him up and take care of his daily life, and they can't help with his studies at all.

The homework for primary school students nowadays is too difficult and complicated, and it is impossible to finish it. This is also the tragedy of left-behind children.

Li Xiang said it was no problem, and during the winter vacation, he would let the little guy go to his home and tutor him well.

Anyway, Jiang Caier will be tutored by then, so she won't need a little cousin. If the cousin is willing, she can come over too.

The little cousin agreed excitedly. He had not been very interested in doing homework in the past, but going to his cousin's house to play and watching such fun videos must be very good, and he was full of longing.

Although the end of the world will come, and exams and the like are no longer important, learning is for oneself. The more difficult the time is for human beings, the more important knowledge becomes. Otherwise, if the "inheritance" is cut off, human beings will really return to primitive society.

When Li Xiang came back, his grandmother had already cleaned the Polygonatum, chopped the rabbit into pieces, marinated it with salt, and put it in the refrigerator.

Tomorrow’s delicacies: braised rabbit head and fresh rabbit in hot pot.

I have to say, for the foodie people in Sichuan Province, these two things are something they never get tired of eating.

The rabbits that city dwellers eat are all farmed, but they are not as delicious as the wild rabbits that Li Xiang hunts.

Li Xiang continued to go into the mountains to collect Polygonatum sibiricum, but he did not shoot videos. He dug for five days in a row and harvested 300 kilograms of high-quality wild Polygonatum sibiricum. Then he began the "nine steaming and nine drying" process.

The kitchen was too small to operate the business, so he found a place in the backyard and built two large wood-burning stoves. He went to the town and bought two large iron pots and two sets of large steamers, and came back to steam the food.

These two wood-burning stoves are much more "simple". In fact, they are made of bricks and are used as a temporary "makeshift" method. Anyone who has eaten at a rural banquet knows that it only takes a dozen minutes to build such a stove.

Of course, many people now use gas tanks, or directly burn honeycomb coal, which is more convenient, but Li Xiang still prefers to burn firewood.

The "artistic conception" and "healthiness" of burning firewood cannot be replaced by gas or honeycomb coal.

In Europe, many homes still have traditional fireplaces that also burn wood.

This time when he went to town, Li Xiang also bought a kitchen knife that he had always been thinking about.

The style is similar to the one at home, it is an old-fashioned wrought iron knife with steel on the blade. Of course, it cannot be compared with the one at home that is mixed with a shield machine blade, but Li Xiang tried it and found that it feels good and the blade is quite sharp.

The boss said that the knife can be used for both chopping and cutting, and because the back of the knife is relatively thick, it is no problem to smash garlic and cucumber. It will never break with a single tap like some big brands. He also gave away a whetstone for free.

But the gift stone was too small, and Li Xiang didn't like it, so he simply negotiated with the boss, paid a little more money, and got a discount, and bought a large whetstone.

In addition to buying these things, I also brought some vegetables, meat, fish, lotus seeds, white fungus, dried longan, scallops, dried shrimps, rock sugar, seasonings, flour, etc.

Anyway, every time he went to the city, he would basically bring back a full tricycle. People in the village all said that Li Xiang's family was now well-off and could afford to spend money on food and clothes.

Li Xiang was not stingy either. Every time he passed by the village entrance, he would share some small cakes with everyone. If he met a male elder, he would give him a few cigarettes, so he had a "very good reputation."

As night falls, the backyard of Li Xiang's house is bustling with activity. Firewood is burning in two large stoves, hot water is boiling in a large iron pot, and a tall steamer is filled with cleaned Polygonatum.

Grandma didn't sleep. She sat in the backyard with Li Xiang, adding fire to the stove. The two dogs also lay beside them to keep their master company.

As the weather turns cooler, the big fire feels warm and my grandmother's kind face is filled with a rosy glow. Thinking back to the past few years, I was alone at home, going to bed early every day, and the house was deserted. There had never been a time when the house was so "prosperous".

Li Xiang placed five big sweet potatoes next to the fire and roasted them over and over. When the charcoal fire got bigger, he covered the sweet potatoes with embers with sparks. After about half an hour, he dug out the sweet potatoes, blew away the ashes on the outside, and gently peeled them. Wow, they were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, steaming hot and full of fragrance.

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