Busy Farming In the Last Days

The two took a rest and went back on the road. Ji Cha moved from the back row to the passenger seat, holding a bag of snacks in his arms, holding a piece of dried mango in one hand, and holding a mobile phone in the other and typing awkwardly.

On a classified information website, a message suddenly popped up.

"Urgent sale of 3 rooms, 1 living room, 2 bathrooms, Xihong Community, Renmin Road, S City, 120 square meters, the price is 240W"

None of the few housing agents who are coming here is not surprised. The price is in the S city, but he really didn't treat him with the words "urgent sale" marked by him.

S City is not a big market. The average house price is about 15,000. However, the apartment that Season Tea is going to sell is in a good location. With a little bit of patience, it can be sold easily. This is almost cut off by three. For a fraction of the price, even the intermediary would think that this was either stupid or cheating. For a while, such a golden house was in front of him, and he didn't dare to easily dial the number left on it.

Ji Cha adjusted the phone to flight mode, and stuffed the dried mango into his mouth again, causing one side of his cheek to bulge slightly, looking like a hamster.

What is most lacking in the last days?

food!

Delicious food!

Rich and changeable food!

The stomach, which had been cold, hard and numb in order to survive, completely recovered after a hot meal, almost humanoid came alive!

He has a choice now, why not choose? In order to be able to eat and sleep well in the future, these two months must be fully utilized.

What should I do if I have nothing to eat? Plant your own!

Ji Cha is not familiar with anything else, but he still knows what he has grown in the base of S City for five years. However, in the last days, if you want to live a stable life, the most important thing is to have a solid fortress. This season tea has thought that a factory in the suburbs will suffice, and the remaining open space in it can even be used for farming.

If you directly reinforce the factory walls and internal facilities, it is the most ideal state to use them directly. After all, the outskirts of City S have now been divided by new factories, large and small, and the remaining fields are nothing more than fragmented small areas where they have their own ownership.

Even his grandmother, a farmer who has planted fields for a lifetime, ended up distributing tens of thousands of dollars and no fields in his hands. It has been five or six years since his grandmother had gone to the fields. The only place left to be busy is a small vegetable plot enclosed by a bamboo fence in front of my house.

Ji Cha tore a lollipop and held it in his mouth, slowly thinking about the trivial matters of farming.

A major prerequisite for good farming is to have a solid fortress, which can not only block the attack of the slightly clumsy zombies, but more importantly, block the living people who are indulging in nature after the end of the world. They are often harder and more sinister than zombies.

The wall of the factory seems to be no more than two meters high, and it is not very stable. Any adult man can easily step into the wall if he wants to. This is something that needs to be changed.

The walls need to be strengthened and heightened. How high is the prison wall? Ji Cha frowned, four meters? Five meters?

Liang Jincheng reluctantly drove the car with one mind and two purposes (do not imitate), but Ji Cha's perception of sitting next to him seemed so unreal. He took his cell phone, put it on, ate dried fruit, and ate sweets. He scanned every movement from the corner of his light until it fell on the corners of Ji Cha's somewhat ruddy mouth.

Candy rubbed his lips, leaving behind a layer of sweet and greasy syrup, and it was almost not only fruity sweetness that permeated the tip of his nose. Liang Jincheng’s gaze was even more difficult to take back. He watched the candy in the Ji Tea finger. With sharp fiddling, he whirled back and forth in his mouth, sucking and making a sound of water.

It's terrible...

Liang Jincheng clasped the steering wheel tightly, his breath couldn't help but thicken. He tried to focus his gaze on the fast-moving roads, but his thoughts flew out.

A candy now makes Liang Jincheng jealous.

Ji Cha didn't realize that he was being regarded as rape, suddenly reached out to hold the candy handle of the lollipop, wrapped the sugar ball on his lips and took it out, bringing out an inaudible bang.

Then I heard the gasp of Liang Jincheng beside him.

He turned his head and looked over with some confusion, and asked with a little concern, "Senior, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Cha really wanted to please Liang Jincheng, scratching his head in anxious heart, but the almost abnormal social circle after the end of the world made him even more worried about what he was doing now that scared Liang Jincheng.

For example, deep down in his heart, he couldn't wait to hug Liang Jincheng's thigh and begged the big man to take him in, but he looked at Liang Jincheng with a blank expression on his face.

His eyes were too pure and natural, and he pulled Liang Jincheng out of the taboo fantasy. He moved his thighs uncomfortably, fearing that he could not hide it, he pulled out the shirt that was half-fitting under the waist of his trousers, and covered his thighs loosely.

"It's okay." Liang Jincheng shook his head, as if looking at the road intently, only the reddish cheeks betrayed his emotions.

Ji Cha thought he was hot, so he hurriedly took Liang Jincheng's coat from the back row and wrapped it himself. Ji Cha is actually not short among boys. With a height of 176cm and a pair of shoes with a thicker base, it is completely possible for most girls to look up. But Liang Jincheng's coat was put on Ji Cha, and he almost had half of his face hidden inside.

Ji Cha put on his jacket neatly, and only noticed that Liang Jincheng had just retracted his gaze to look at him, with surprise and puzzlement inside.

"I'm afraid of the cold. Borrow your jacket to wear it. Senior, if it's hot, lower the temperature of the air conditioner."

Ji Cha explained it seriously, then picked a comfortable posture and ate the lollipop into his mouth again, and his thoughts spread.

Ji Cha is wearing her coat. This is not imagination but reality.

Oh... Liang Jincheng is about to sweat on his forehead, of course he is even hotter.

Ji Cha did not miss another person's troubles, and continued to think about the details of everything.

With a solid external structure, turn your eyes back to the interior. In addition to the foundation under the factory building, there is also a large open space inside the wall that can be reserved for planting. It would be very beneficial if all were used.

Tools are necessary for production. The planting efficiency of the base in S City is not high. An important reason is that the tools are limited.

The horror of the last days removes the elusiveness of the human heart, and more importantly, it separates people from the familiar environment and almost returns to the original state. Especially in the tenth year after the end of the world, there are still a small number of people in the S base who cannot solve the problem of food and clothing. If the problem of food and clothing cannot be solved, they cannot develop productivity and complete the return of science and technology.

Ji Cha even witnessed the children born in the base grow up to four or five years old, unaware of traditional ancient poems, and never heard of mobile phones or tablet notebooks. And for many years to be seen, even if he grows up, the lack of intellectual talents will cause a cliff of knowledge. The results that have been studied by countless scientists who have spent their entire lives day and night may never be known anymore.

Humans, like ants, were beaten back to their original form overnight.

Thinking of this, Ji Cha's brows wrung tightly, and the remaining half of the sugar couldn't stand the force of his teeth, and it broke into two halves with a click in his mouth.

Liang Jincheng's fiery breath stagnated, and his shoulders couldn't help shaking.

Damn, it hurts.