Busy Farming In the Last Days

The chicken coop has changed from the original semi-open structure to a fully enclosed structure, surrounded by bricks, leaving two glass at the top for light transmission. After a hassle layer of brickwork is completed on the outside, the sound insulation materials brought back from the outside will be added.

One hundred yuan per square meter of soundproof cotton surrounded the chicken coop on all sides, left and right, and Ji Cha was carefully numbered and placed in a small room in the warehouse. A layer of cement is added to the sound insulation cotton, and the whole is considered complete. In one day's work, the four walls were fixed, and the construction on the top had to wait for the entire cement to dry.

There are a few vents under the corners, which do not affect the propagation of airflow. As for the barrier effect of the sound insulation cotton on sound propagation, this will have to be done after the completion of the experiment.

After confirming that there was no problem with the apples, Ji Cha went to the apple tree to pick a wave before dark. A total of 20 red and ripe apples were picked. He calculated that everyone can eat one for two or three days a day.

There are not few fresh vegetables at home, but I owe some fruits. Everyone hasn't eaten fruit for a long time, and now they have unexpectedly harvested fruit. Everyone is very happy. What I didn't expect was that the apple would be sweet like honey after a bite.

"Why is this apple tree so good?" After the meal, everyone sat in the living room together. Zhang Qinqin cut two apples and put them on a plate short to the coffee table, but none of them didn't open their eyes in surprise when they took them. .

"I have eaten this orchard before, and there is no such good apple." Zhang Qinqin ate two pieces in a row. Her lips and teeth touched her mouth full of sugar.

It's almost like pouring honey directly into your mouth, it's still pure and natural.

This is probably the result of plant mutation. Ji Cha breathed a sigh of relief and felt very lucky. He couldn't determine whether a human body mutation like Liang Jincheng had happened in the last time, but the plant mutation did exist in the one he came into contact with. It's just that most of the variant forms are not as positive as apple trees, and the variants are often aggressive, or the variant fruit tastes unpalatable. It is very rare that the mutated apple tree requires no fertilizer and no care, and the taste of the fruit doubles and becomes better.

Ji Cha picked up a piece of apple and held it up to examine its seeds. The grains of apple seeds seem to be plump and much darker in color. Many seeds will degenerate to varying degrees even though their mothers are excellent without manual selection. Ji Cha carefully plucked out the apple seeds, placed it in his palm and looked at it, and then said to everyone, "Leave the apple seeds first. I'll see if I can grow them by myself."

The sky gradually darkened at this time. Everyone pulled the lights and closed the curtains according to the usual practice. Ji Cha took a flashlight to check the gate of the factory and then went around and returned to the house. Liang Jincheng naturally followed his footsteps.

"The buds of the autumn sweet potato and pepper seedlings are almost coming out. I can plant them at some time tomorrow," Ji Cha muttered to himself planning as he irradiated the opened fields with a flashlight.

The little greens that were planted half a month ago had already emerged about three centimeters high and looked verdant.

"We won't have to eat bean sprouts every day when they grow up here." Ji Cha happily turned around and talked to Liang Jincheng.

Liang Jincheng was silently measuring Ji Cha's waist and hips with his gaze behind him. Ji Cha suddenly turned his head and just hit his gaze on his ass.

He couldn't help but follow Liang Jincheng's sight to look on his ass, then turned his hand and took a flashlight to take a picture of his pants, "Where is it dirty?"

Liang Jincheng stepped forward and took the flashlight in Ji Cha's hand. "It's not dirty, it's just a little gray."

Then he paused, without waiting for Ji Cha to speak, he went straight again, "I'll help you pat it." As he said, he patted Ji Cha's **** with the free hand twice. Down.

Ha, ha ha, Ji Cha laughed in her heart, convincing straight men to help each other pat the dust on their buttocks is not a big deal. Then Liang Jincheng took his shoulders casually.

Wang Qinxue and a few roommates had done this kind of action to him when he was in school, and even Zhang Xing was no exception. Ji Cha had never wanted to be crooked, but he didn't know why. When he arrived at Liang Jincheng, this action made him unable to tell where he was strangely uncomfortable.

Is it possible... Ji Cha felt a little in his heart, and then secretly glanced at Liang Jincheng Junyi's profile from the corner of his light, his heart beating wildly, could it be that he was already bent?

At the moment, Liang Jincheng's ear not only has his own fast heartbeat, but also Ji Cha's eardrums. His five fingers that fell on Ji Cha's shoulders couldn't help but close slightly. Liang Jincheng could hardly not think about the reason why Ji Cha's heartbeat was so fast that his voice outside the wall was already close before he noticed that someone was approaching. .

Ji Cha hasn't recovered from the shock that he might have been bent, but the shoulder that Liang Jincheng's grasped on the other side hurts, "Ahhhh, senior..."

"Hush." ​​Liang Jincheng covered Ji Cha's mouth, pushed him against the wall, and held him close to his ear. When he was speaking, the air flow blew into Ji Cha's cochlea, and half of his body was soft. "Someone is coming outside."

Ji Cha widened her eyes, nodded vigorously, and then forced herself to stop.

Liang Jincheng slowly let go of his mouth, and then ran upstairs by pulling Ji Cha's wrist, "There is more than one person here, let's go upstairs first."

The two hurried to the top of the building. The sky was completely dark at this time, which gave them a cover. The two men bent over and showed only half of their heads. Ji Cha raised his binoculars and looked out. A group of six men and a woman were sitting in a small truck and slowly driving towards the entrance of the factory.

Although it is impossible to judge whether a person is good or bad by relying on this alone, but with the experience of being in Kantou Village during the daytime, Ji Cha feels that he somewhat underestimated the degree of change in people's hearts in the early end of the world. Even with the hope that the situation might get better in mind, there will still be a lot of "honest" people from the past who will change their ways to adapt to the current life. Not to mention how the scum that had been circulating in the society would take advantage of this opportunity to bring the ugliness of human nature to the extreme.

The light of a flashlight suddenly shone from the small truck, and the light fluttered across the fence of the factory building. Ji Cha hid underneath subconsciously. Liang Jincheng's posture in which he held his arm squatted away from the center of gravity, and the whole person tilted downward. Ji Cha originally thought that he would suffer a pain from hitting the hard ground, but he didn't want to put it under the ground, but a cushion.

Although the meat pad is not so soft anymore.

Ji Cha’s face was pressed against Liang Jincheng’s chest, but he didn’t have time to sigh or be jealous. He was caught off guard by his teeth by the violent pull just now. There was a pain at the tip of the tongue, and then his mouth spread. The smell of blood, "Um..." He covered his mouth and snorted, clinging to his upper body to get up from Liang Jincheng.

Liang Jincheng hugged his waist tightly and whispered, "Don't move."

In the dark, Ji Cha couldn't really see the look on Liang Jincheng's face, but he could clearly feel that his eyes were falling on him.

"My tongue..." Ji Cha said reluctantly, and said with his tongue open, "It hurts to bite it."

The light from the flashlight outside flashed over their heads one after another. At this moment, whether to choose to expose them immediately is a very tangled question.

If you immediately show your own existence and possession of the factory, people outside may choose to leave, or they will covet this place even more. But if you don't reveal your existence, you can be sure that people outside will definitely choose to find a way to come in. In this case, the people in the factory can choose whether to stop them from entering at an appropriate time.

A very small part of reason is still working in Liang Jincheng's mind. He stared with scorching eyes at Ji Cha's mouth, which was slightly open because of pain, and the small tip of his tongue, which was cut off the skin. His gaze was deeply surging with desire, and the hand holding Ji Cha became tighter and tighter.

Ji Cha didn't check it first, and then moved her body down, suddenly feeling a bit weird to the touch under her body. Did the senior put the flashlight in his trouser pocket?

Following his thoughts, Ji Cha looked down, but saw that the flashlight Liang Jincheng was holding was lying on the side of the two of them peacefully at this time.

The touch below... Ji Cha's face flushed suddenly, and he lowered his head a little nervously, stammering, "Study, senior...?"

Most of his eyes were surprised and suspicious, with a little shyness, and more at a loss. Liang Jincheng finally couldn't bear it, suddenly stretched out his hand to press Ji Cha's head against him, then opened his lips and kissed him.

The pain on the tip of Ji Cha's tongue has not gone, Liang Jincheng wrapped him tightly, sucking and kissing Ji Cha's broken tongue in his mouth. Now it became painful and numb, and Ji Cha, who claimed to be a guide, was so scared that he forgot to breathe.

"Huh, ha," the light of the flashlight swept around and had already alarmed the people downstairs. Zhang Xing ran up, panting with exhaustion, "Ji Cha, outside...!"

Looking at the figure overlapping in the darkness not far away, and Liang Jincheng's eyes suddenly stopped moving and looked at him with bad eyesight.

Zhang Xing: I might as well be blind.