The moonlight hit the branches of the tree and shattered into mercury.
Everything is silent, the night is like water.
Luo Xuan took advantage of the moonlight and walked alone to the "breeding room" of the production team across the pond.
"Boom...hoo...boom...wuwu~"
A loud snoring sound shook the mud clods on the bamboo fence wall of the breeding room, causing them to rustle down.
"Uncle Zhou! Uncle Zhou!"
Luo Xuan slapped the wooden door of the [breeder's lounge] hard, trying to wake up the breeder, Uncle Zhou.
But it's no use.
Luo Xuan is not gentle when he calls the door. There is no habit of gently knocking on the door in rural areas.
Uncle Zhou loves to drink. When he's drunk, he doesn't care about heaven and earth. It's hard to wake him up.
"Huu...wuwu..."
Luo Xuan's shouting so loudly only made Uncle Zhou's snoring change a little, and he still fell into a deep sleep.
The sound of the waves remains.
"Alas~"
Luo Xuan sat slumped on the stone strips under the eaves, quietly listening to the frogs croaking in the distance and the crickets nearby.
The entire brigade knows that Uncle Zhou, the breeder of the 6th production team, drinks every time he drinks and gets drunk whenever he drinks.
Only at midnight, when it was time to get up to feed the old sow, would Uncle Zhou wake up on time to work.
after all.
The wine bowl is important, and the rice bowl is equally important.
Sitting on a stone with her chin on her back, Luo Xuan felt a sense of desolation in her heart.
Everyone in the small mountain village goes to bed early.
At this time, everyone was in bed, dreaming of eating meat or eating rice.
But Luo Xuan could only sit in the cold night, alone and in a daze.
Like a stray wild dog.
Out of boredom, Luo Xuan had no choice but to escape into the space in his mind.
The space is not big, about half an acre in size.
There is a space in your mind.
This is something Luo Xuan had already discovered when he just traveled through time.
In this space, except for a clear spring, there is nothing else.
Luo Xuan still doesn't know: What is the use of this space?
only.
The only thing Luo Xuan knew was that once he entered that space, the outside world's time and space would stop running.
It's actually easy to prove this: throw a leaf into the stream, and then dodge into space.
After staying inside for a while, when he came out again, Luo Xuan found that the leaf still stayed in its original position and did not flow away with the stream.
Luo Xuan was in the space and looked at the broad beans he planted out of curiosity a few days ago. He saw that they were still the same as before, with just a few spores growing.
After squinting in the space for a while, Luo Xuan stepped out of the space.
Although I can hide in the space and sleep, after all, I am in the space, no matter how long I sleep.
After coming out, the outside world still stayed at the original point in time.
It's a long night, and Luo Xuan still needs to find a way to get through it.
"food."
Luo Xuan sat on the stone platform, looking at the distant mountains and thinking to himself: If I can get enough food, my body can recover and I can survive.
Living in this era, knowledge, money, knowledge, and skills are all secondary.
Only precious food is the only guarantee for one's survival!
As he thought about it, Luo Xuan gradually felt sleepy. He sat on a stone and slowly fell asleep...
"Ah..tui!"
I don’t know how long it took, but the door of the [Keeper’s Lounge] suddenly opened.
Uncle Zhou, who was wearing a ragged jacket, spit out a mouthful of phlegm into the courtyard outside the door!
Thick phlegm swirled and flew over Luo Xuan's head.
With a "snap" sound, it hit the soil in front of Luo Xuan hard.
The dazed Luo Xuan was suddenly awakened and stood up suddenly!
"Hey~ Where did this thief come from?"
Uncle Zhou was also startled, and he cursed: "You want to eat peanuts, how dare you sneak up on the boss?!"
Looking at Uncle Zhou's burly figure, it would really be no joke if he was hit by his fist as big as a sand bowl!
Luo Xuan quickly said: "Uncle Zhou, uncle! Don't, don't, don't kick, don't kick, it's me, Luo Xuan."
"You're a ghost! You stayed up late at night and came to sit in front of my door. Are you trying to scare me to death?"
Uncle Zhou cursed a few times.
Suddenly he came back to his senses: "So it's Luo Xuan, you're a melon? Hey, were you kicked out by your mother?"
Luo Xuan lowered his head and said nothing.
Uncle Zhou pulled the tattered jacket that was about to fall off his shoulders and grinned: "I'm just telling you! If you are kicked out, it will be the same as my three retribution dolls being recruited to become someone else's son-in-law."
Hehe, sooner or later!"
When Bashu Province talks about his children, he sometimes likes to say "retribution": Those two in my family are getting retribution...
This is similar to how educated people in ancient times called their children "dogs".
It was already midnight, and Uncle Zhou wanted to get up to feed the pregnant sow, so he opened the door.
Luo Xuan followed Uncle Zhou until he walked to the kitchen on the side of the courtyard.
It is said to be a stove, but it is actually a simple shed built with bamboo. There are two earthen stoves inside, and two huge iron pots are placed on them.
It was specially used to make swill for livestock.
"Huh...beep!"
"Huh...beep!"
Uncle Zhou blew the fire stick, lit the grain and grass, and then stuffed it into the stove to light the fire.
The fire in the stove gradually began to grow stronger.
Uncle Zhou pulled out a small burning twig from the stove and lit the leaf cigarette in his mouth.
After taking two strong puffs and exhaling a breath of extremely choking smoke, Uncle Zhou slowly stood up.
I saw him turning around to the large pottery jar on the side, scooping out two tablespoons of feed powder and pouring it into the iron pot, which contained more than half of the pot of water that had been filled in advance.
Uncle Zhou reached in and stirred it up.
Then he took out an enamel bowl filled with rice porridge from under the large pottery basin that was upside down and placed it in the pot to heat it.
After finishing all this work, Uncle Zhou sat down and continued to light the fire.
During the whole process, Uncle Zhou did not say another word to Luo Xuan.
Soon.
Steam began to rise from the iron pot, and bursts of food fragrance filled the bamboo shed.
Soon after, the iron pot began to churn.
Uncle Zhou then stood up, picked up the large enamel bowl from the pig food, and placed it on the stove.
After letting it cool down a little, Uncle Zhou picked up the bowl and said "snoring... snoring", twirling the bowl in circles, and drank the porridge in big mouthfuls.
"Uncle Zhou, starting from today, I will stay on duty for you at night."
Luo Xuan secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Feed the old sow at night, and I will help you with these things."
I have nowhere to go.
Luo Xuan could only come to the breeding room and work for Uncle Zhou for free in exchange for a night's shelter.
"Um?"
"Oh, tomorrow. I can't do it tonight. I'm too lazy to go back and call the door."
After listening to Luo Xuan's suggestion, Uncle Zhou pondered for a moment, then picked up the water ladle used to feed the old sow and scooped out half a spoonful of pig food from the big iron pot.
Think about it.
Uncle Zhou poured the pig food back a little, and then handed the wooden ladle to Luo Xuan: "Eat it! It's my treat tonight. Don't tell anyone, or I'll beat you to death!"
After saying that, he raised his fist and made a fierce gesture towards Luo Xuan.
Luo Xuan took the wooden ladle and started drinking the porridge without thinking.
These feeds include red potato flour, pea and broad bean flour, as well as aged oil and rice bran.
The taste is very strange, I can barely swallow it.
It's definitely impossible not to drink.
This small half scoop of pig food is equivalent to the "voucher of honor" I gave to Uncle Zhou. If Luo Xuan didn't drink it, Uncle Zhou would definitely not let him live here.
When people are poor, their self-esteem is often stronger.
Uncle Zhou "rewarded" this small half spoonful of pig food to Luo Xuan with a sense of superiority, and Luo Xuan couldn't help but refuse to accept it.
While Luo Xuan was drinking pig food, Uncle Zhou had already finished his rice porridge.
I saw him put down the bowl, take out a large handful of chopped sweet potato vines from another large basket with both hands, then put it into a large iron pot and cook it with the pot of pig food.
Wait until the pig food is cooked.
Luo Xuan quickly picked up the swill bucket, scooped all the pig feed in the pot into the wooden bucket, and then fed it to the big-bellied old sow.
Finish all this.
Uncle Zhou lazily watched Luo Xuan finish his work, then stretched out and said to Luo Xuan: "Go back, I'm going to bed."
"Laozi" is a mantra with no practical meaning, and Luo Xuan doesn't care.
Now I am not qualified to argue with the poor peasant Uncle Zhou.
Luo Xuan turned around silently and walked towards the bamboo forest behind the breeding room.
There is a sweet potato cellar dug by the production team.
There must be no sweet potatoes in the cellar now. There is a strong earthy and musty smell in the empty cellar.
But there is the only place where I spend my time...
