The evening breeze was like thickened soup, slowly flowing in from the cracks in the wall, making it sticky.
Luo Xuan, who was lying on the bed, felt very cold at this moment.
It is said to be a bedroom, but it is actually a simple shelter outside the pigsty, separated by a bamboo fence and yellow mud.
Although this room is simple and simple, the name on the small wooden sign hanging at the door is very nice:
【Breeders' Lounge】
The big-bellied old sow next door was only three feet away from Luo Xuan.
Maybe it's a little too close.
The youthful smell of the young man and the strong hormonal smell of the old sow intertwined to form a very unique smell.
This smell permeates the air, fermenting and spreading in the smelly breeze of summer nights...
This smell caused bursts of excitement among the fleas hiding in the corn grass and bedding. They sucked the blood from Luo Xuan and the old sow, making people itchy all over.
As a result, neither one person nor the pig could have any peace, and they were tossing and turning, and there was an inexplicable restlessness on both sides.
Under the moonlight.
Luo Xuan's forehead was sweating more and more.
This hypoglycemia attack was so severe that Luo Xuan no longer had the strength to even raise his arms to drive away the swarms of mosquitoes.
Using his mind to enter the door in his mind, Luo Xuan leaned over and drank a handful of spring water. Only then did he regain a little strength.
This spring water cannot cure Luo Xuan's hypoglycemia, but it can slightly relieve the symptoms.
Luo Xuan pulled a handful of bamboo strips in the corner and lit a fire with a fire stick.
This kind of bamboo strips are usually used in rural areas to wipe their buttocks.
When using it, certain skills are required, otherwise, the chrysanthemum residue... When Luo Xuan thought of this, he felt that the stool under his butt was too hard...
Excruciating pain!
The bamboo strips dried in the shade can also be used as firewood, which is easy to burn.
Luo Xuan threaded a few small crabs on a bamboo stick, roasted them briefly on the fire, picked out the crab meat inside and ate them.
Then Luo Xuan lay on the ground in space and took a good rest.
Looking at the broad beans that had grown to half a foot high, Luo Xuan couldn't help but feel a little hopeful: In fact, broad beans cannot be grown this season.
But the broad beans in space are growing at an extremely alarming speed!
Since broad beans can grow so well, Luo Xuan believes that when his health is better, he will spend a little more effort to plant some sweet potatoes or even rice inside.
Come to think of it, they should also grow out of season, right?
After his mental state was slightly adjusted, Luo Xuan used his thoughts to leave the space.
It was almost midnight, and it was time for me to feed the old sow.
The old sow, which carries the hope of all the members of the production team in her belly, is more valuable than the captain of the production team, so she has to be given a nutritious meal in the middle of the night.
There is no communization now.
At this time, Bashu Province has entered the stage of "advanced agricultural cooperatives", and the breeding rooms of the production teams are filled with large livestock that are the common property of all members.
Luo Xuan has been living in the breeding room for three days.
After leaving the space, Luo Xuan walked under the huge bamboo shed outside. He took out the fire stick and prepared to light a fire to boil pig feed.
I can't afford matches, and I can't bear to use them.
The accountant of the production team sets very detailed consumable indicators for the breeding room every month.
The quota of "match" is only one box per month.
The box of matches was not enough for the breeder, Uncle Zhou, so he used it to light his own dry cigarettes.
Smoking leaf cigarettes saves money, but costs money on matches.
The Huozhezi is a bamboo tube as thick as a finger, about half a foot long, with a slow-burning roll of yellow paper inside.
Usually cover it with a bamboo tube lid to cut off the contact between the fire and the air, so that the sparks in the yellow paper can only smolder and cannot produce an open flame.
"Suddenly... beep!"
"Suddenly... beep!"
There is a skill in blowing the burning fire.
It needs to be half big and not small, and blow on the yellow paper quickly and briefly.
After blowing on it several times, a faint yellow flame emerged from the fire.
Luo Xuan raised a small handful of dry straw, brought the tip of the straw close to the flame, and successfully lit the fire.
Stuff the burning straw into the stove, and while the straw is still burning, Luo Xuan covers the fire cover and puts it back in place.
The flames in the stove grew bigger and bigger.
Luo Xuan added a handful of small dead branches, waited until the dead branches also burned, and then continued to add larger hard firewood inside.
Return to space.
Luo Xuan picked out some broad beans from a broken pottery pot, feeling about 7 or 8 broad beans, and then left the space again.
Luo Xuan stuffed the broad beans with their skins under the ashes in the stove.
When roasted across firewood ash, broad beans are not easily burnt.
Do not peel broad beans roasted with firewood ash, otherwise the broad beans will split and be filled with firewood ash.
Although firewood ash is non-toxic, it is astringent in the mouth.
Luo Xuan took the initiative to come to the breeding room to keep vigil for him. Uncle Zhou was naturally happy to run home every night and do what he liked.
To express his gratitude, the breeder Uncle Zhou would occasionally give Luo Xuan a handful of broad beans or a few dried sweet potatoes.
As for these broad beans and dried sweet potatoes, they are the rations of the two oxen and the old sow.
This Luo Xuan is unknown.
I didn't even dare to ask.
As the fire in the stove grew stronger and stronger, after a few minutes, a faint aroma of food spread out, making people salivate.
People these days, everyone's sense of smell seems to be extremely sensitive, even worse than that of a mouse.
"Dodo, dodo."
A weak cry came from behind, like a little kitten's murmur, heartbreaking.
Luo Xuan smiled without looking back, pulled the small wooden stool aside and patted it, motioning Xiaocao to sit down: "You slipped out again?"
"Duoduo, here."
Xiaocao sat down obediently, spread out her little palm and raised it in front of Luo Xuan, "Mom, I watched closely. Today I only took one dried red sweet potato."
Xiaocao is the youngest of the three children brought here by the Wang family.
She is only four years old this year, and she is still a little awkward in speaking. She always calls her brother "Duo Duo".
Luo Xuan took the dried red sweet potato from Xiaocao's hand, picked up the fire shovel on the side, put the dried red sweet potato on top, and put it into the stove to roast.
While roasting the dried sweet potatoes, he used tongs to pick out a few broad beans and handed them to Xiaocao.
Xiaocao was very obedient, and she was not afraid of the hot broad beans when she took them. She kept waving her little hands, blowing air from her mouth, and spread the broad beans to cool down a little.
"Duoduo, here you go."
Xiaocao held up the broad beans and handed them to Luo Xuan, "Xiaocao is full tonight, brother, please eat."
"Gulu——"
Xiaocao's bulging belly made a sliding sound, completely destroying the authenticity of her words.
"You can eat, brother still has some."
Luo Xuan's eyes filled with tenderness, and he reached out and touched Xiaocao's head.
Sister Xiaocao...
Since Luo Xuan was reborn in this life, the thin little girl in front of him was the only one who made him feel some true love in the world.
