Chapter 155: Autumn harvest

The education system of the Republic in the old era was very strange. In a country with Chinese language as its native language, it was necessary to spare no effort to promote another brand new language across the ocean.

In Lin Xiang's memory, it was an inexplicable era. This kind of study was not based on its original intention, but was completely forced to study throughout the entire education system of the Republic. Even the children in kindergartens used their immature voices to make vague and difficult to distinguish foreign syllables under the coercion of their parents and teachers. People's work and life were shrouded in this pathological thinking. At that time, being able to say English was a symbol of identity, the best manifestation of status, personal ability, and wealth.

Unfortunately, this extraordinary and desperate attempt to reflect his Gentile friendship did not bring the expected benefits. Missiles from the other end of the ocean still slowly rose, sprinkling death and destruction on this peaceful land.

Why did the Knights of Skeleton destroy the world? Why did they sow the seeds of human beings everywhere on the radiant wasteland? Lin Xiang could not find the answer to these questions. I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional work. Most of the new generation of human beings wandering in the wasteland wilderness use more than two languages ​​to communicate. Chinese and English are the two most common languages. In addition, there are also communication methods such as Indian, French, Russian, and German. Perhaps because of the number and breadth, refugees rarely use these languages. Even if they occasionally talk, they are limited to a very narrow circle. Lin Xiang has heard German and French pronunciations among refugees more than once. These harsh and difficult-to-distinguish syllables are just a flash in the pan. Driven by the confusion and shaking of the head, the speaker can only be forced to switch to two other languages ​​that are common throughout the wasteland world.

The formation of language requires an environment.

The reason why the new generation of humans is obviously not the result of acquired results, but the memory indoctrinated from the cultivation cabin. With the passage of time and the large number of deaths of the first generation of senders, most of the second, third generation, and even younger refugees born in the wilderness no longer understand the use of these non-general languages. They can only secretly record a few simple syllables with curiosity and playfulness when the elders communicate inadvertently.

It is precisely based on this point that Wang Daxia firmly locked Kudezi's identity as a Japanese.

"The damn person has long died, and the surviving people are not like anyone else. There are no ghosts in foreign-related institutions and embassies in this world. The friendship and national friendship are all fucking farts. At this time, on this land, a woman can actually speak Japanese. What's the use of proving her identity from that country?"

Wang Daxia lit another cigarette, and as the cheeks covered with thick and hard beards quickly shrank and bulged high, the ignition point on the cigarette butt suddenly lit up a red light that rapidly released energy, and soon gradually faded.

"The stick that knocked her out might hurt her brain. After waking up, she didn't even know who she was. According to the Japanese habits, I gave her a new name - Panasonic Kudaiko. This is not my invention. It is said that many Japanese women used to call this name."

"She has been following me since then. She was very gentle. I tried to kill her several times... In the end, I still felt a little unstoppable. In this way, we wandered around the wilderness. Every time we went to a refugee camp, she would take the initiative to find several men to sleep with them and get enough food and water for two people to eat. I never forced her, nor did I have any requirements for this... A few years ago, we joined the Lecher tribe. Since then, the old man Borg family has fallen in love with her, and with some other men who have made up her mind, I have very little time with her, but every time I come back, she will bring some food and clothes."

Speaking of this, Wang Daxia turned his head and looked at Lin Xiang sitting next to him: "Do you think I am bad? I am being raised by such a woman with her body, and she is still calculating and insulting her every day?"

Lin Xiang's expression did not change at all. He shook his head lightly and nodded inexplicably, with a little tired expression.

This world of order collapsed cannot be said to be a so-called truth. The basis for killing and saving people is not because of morality, but based on needs - the need for food and the need to survive.

"My ancestral home is in Nanjing—"

Wang Daxia was smoking slowly, and his rough face was as heavy as a rock: "Although I had never seen that tragic massacre with my own eyes, I could feel the blood and hatred that could never be dissipated from the old man's description. Fucking China-Japan friendship, I really don't know what those people above think, friendly neighbors are just a fucking nonsense. In fact, I can't be considered patriotism. At that time, my family had already completed the procedures for moving to Canada. If I can't stay in the army for a few years, I would go out with them. But I just couldn't help but want to kill a few Japanese men and fuck a few Japanese bitches. This has nothing to do with the country, it's just a kind of revenge-"

Lead-gray clouds rolled slowly from the sky, with only a few rays of sunlight remaining barely shooting down from the faint gap, illuminating a few mottled golden colors on the dark ground.

"It's all over..."

After a while of silence, Wang Daxia shook his head melancholy: "Actually, I have wanted to open up a long time ago. All countries and hatreds are fucking empty. Is there still Japan now? Is there still China? She and I have to wander in the wilderness just for food and water. I can't see hope. What the future of this world will become has nothing to do with me. Living is a torture. I really envy those who have died... At that time, in the underground laboratory of the field hospital, if I died with her... how great it would be."

The voice gradually became a little hoarse. A trace of sour twitching was pulled into Wang Daxia's nose along the nerves. He raised the back of his rough and dark hands and wiped the wetness that was overflowing from the corners of his eyes. He sniffed hard and looked at the gray dust curtain rolled up to the sky in the distance by the strong wind.

...

The sky of Yinyue City is also shrouded in dark lead colors. The dense radiant clouds will not release a bright blue because this is an emerging city.

The white porcelain bathtub, the glass mirror with irregular shape after secondary cutting, was wiped clean by sand, and the silver-white aluminum basin was re-emitting... These household appliances all came from ruins. In the market specially opened up to the south of Yinyue City, refugees would trade everything they collected as commodities. Due to the simple source, the purchase and sale price of such items was usually not very high. Lin Xiang's complete bathroom equipment collected only cost fifteen Sosbian dollars, plus half a kilogram of corn bread that was almost as hard as stone.

There are scattered objects everywhere in the wilderness. Although there were countless crude products made by black-hearted merchants in the old era, most of the various instruments left to this day can still be used due to the relationship between technology and civilization. This is a huge resource. Except for refugees, no family organization can recycle them again. There are many reasons for this, such as brutal mutant creatures, excessively scattered material distribution areas, and energy consumption of transportation vehicles... In short, except for refugees, few people are interested in these things.

Lin Xiang lies in the bathtub with his eyes closed, feeling the soothing produced by the immersion of his skin by hot water. In this era full of radiation, bathing has become a luxury. It is hard to imagine that people struggling to have a sip of water in the wilderness and cannot make such wasteful actions. For the sake of hygiene, some hotels in Yinyue City have bathrooms, and due to the high price, few people visit.

The rippling water gently washed the body, and leaching a soft and dampness on the surface of the smooth skin. The appropriate temperature of the slight scalding stimulates the blood flowing inside the body, absorbing enough moisture on the skin surface, revealing a pink and slightly dizzy redness. If it weren't for the wide and solid muscles under the shoulders, many people would probably think that the beautiful head leaning against the edge of the bathtub should be an absolute woman.

The light yellow plastic curtain is separated by a line that is not clearly marked between the bathroom and the inner room. Behind the translucent curtain, a blurred white figure can be vaguely seen, and a pair of clear and cute young toes exposed from the bottom of the curtain.

Using his wet hands, Lin Xiang stood up from the bathtub, picked up the prepared towel from the storage rack next to him, and simply wiped away the water stains on his body.

There was a sound of "silly and sequentially", and a trace of inwardly concave gap was squeezed out of the edge of the plastic curtain, revealing half of the face with a bit of cramped tension and a curious and beautiful face.

Lin Xiang put a bath towel around his waist as fast as possible and shook his head helplessly: "Jiajia, I have told you many times that my father is not allowed to come in when taking a shower-"

"Why?" Ying Jia blinked his shiny black eyes, and a trace of unique innocence released from deep in his pupils.

"I am a man, you are a woman."

Lin Xiang himself didn't know how many times it was to answer this question: "Our physiological structures are different, so..."

"I know--"

The girl's crisp voice interrupted him: "You have a penis, I have a vagina. But... you are your dad."

Lin Xiang was speechless.

This is the case every time. Ying Jia knows much more professional knowledge than him. She will put forward a lot of data to prove her correctness. She is curious about everything about Lin Xiang, or should be said to have a strong interest.

"...Well, is the supper ready?" At this time, Lin Xiang can only use other topics to draw her attention away.

Ying Jia smiled sweetly at him and nodded gently.

The handmade and rough and unspeakable wooden dining table is placed on two large, thick porcelain bowls filled with bright yellow cornmeal soup. A small plate in the middle of the table contains a stack of plant rhizomes soaked with salt.

Like the girls in the wilderness, Ying Jia gradually began to learn various skills necessary for independent living. Regardless of her actual age and looking at her appearance, her development level has reached twelve or three years old, and she is fully qualified for some simple housework.

Corn is the largest food in Yinyue City. In order to prevent monotonous corn biscuits from becoming the only thing on the table, people have put their imagination to the extreme - dumplings made of corn coarse grains and edible plants, large stuffed buns made of corn flour made of crust, and corn pancakes made of salt... Although the essence of the food is still corn, in terms of appearance and specific taste, it can indeed meet the greasy stomach and intestine requirements.

The dough slices made of corn mixed with wheat flour floated quietly in the middle of the light soup. Looking at Ying Jia's expectant eyes, Lin Xiang picked up a piece with chopsticks and tasted it, and laughed without comment.

Ying Jia knows how to cook, but the things they make are not delicious.

She pays too much attention to nutrition rather than taste.

Whether it is porridge, soup, or vegetables, Ying Jia rarely adds salt, and often even doesn’t add any seasonings at all. She will bring out a lot of dietary theory data to prove that eating these seasonings will bring various burdens to the body. She feels like a nutritionist who makes food strictly according to standards.

Every time he eats, Lin Xiang will process the food that has been placed on the table for secondary processing, salt, aromatic plant leaves, and prepare gravy for seasoning in advance... Whenever he stands in the kitchen and is busy with these things, Ying Jia always stands quietly by, staring silently with curious and naughty eyes.

Although she repeatedly claimed the so-called nutrition, she ate these foods that were relished by Lin Xiang's hands. Over time, Lin Xiang suddenly realized that Ying Jia's cooking was actually just a look. What she completed was just the first process of cooking food, and the rest had to be completed by herself. Although the procedures seemed more cumbersome, for Ying Jia, it meant that she could have more time to spend with herself.

This is her little trick, or should be said to be wisdom.

As Liu Yuchen said, Ying Jia has an instinctive dependence and trust for Lin Xiang, and no one can replace him.

Strong radiation causes most of the plants growing in the wasteland world to carry toxins. However, this does not affect humans' selection of edible parts from them. Just like the mutated thyme, purple rhizomes can kill people in five minutes, and the corolla and tender leaves used to lure insects to pollinate themselves are not only non-toxic, but also exudes a strong and seductive fragrance.

The crushed dried thyme leaves were sprinkled into the light soup, stimulating the sensitive olfactory nerves and a greasy appetite. Ying Jia tasted the noodles in his bowl, played a naughty way out, made a face at Lin Xiang, and then ate it. The latter shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly, and picked up the chopsticks placed by the bowl again.

...

The sunlight has been completely blocked by the radiated clouds. The airflow from the high altitude has transformed the chaotic clouds into various complex and inexplicable shapes. The entire sky has been rendered into a depressing gray tone, which is getting heavier and thicker.

All the corn outside Yinyue City has been harvested, and only one piece of the fields was left in the field cut by a water knife, revealing the dry stem roots of about ten centimeters on the ground. They will quickly rot under the multiple tortures of rain, cold and heat, and become part of various trace elements in the soil. As for the fields, they will remain in this state of withering and stiffness until the spring of the following year or later. Only after technical testing is passed to prove that the ground radiation content has weakened, can they dig deep again and cultivate again.

Although the world is always full of death threats, people can always find something that makes them happy during the harvest season.

The yellow corn kernels were dried and coarsely ground into pockets made of grass, and accumulated into neat hills in the warehouse. Compared with the first crops sown by the residents of Yinyue City, the subsequent refugees did give full play to the advantages of the huge population to the extreme - the temporarily planted farmland harvested potatoes and sweet potatoes with amazing yields. Due to the large number, these thick underground stems not only filled all the underground cellars in Yinyue City, but even a considerable number had to be piled up in temporary tents.

Lin Xiang did not break his promise. Except for the part that had to be handed over, all the citizens involved in farming received a large amount of food. Looking at the people who were happily transporting potatoes with big trucks, the refugees who had just joined the city and had only received the most basic food rations, their eyes were filled with involuntary envy and jealousy. The new rotating farming area had just been demarcated, and they had found the managers in charge of each residential area, and couldn't wait to ask about the time and specific arrangements for winter farming.

Food is the basis for survival. Only those who have truly experienced the threat of hunger will understand its preciousness.

The harsh environment and various problems caused by population resources and mutations have led to the fact that the grain output in the wasteland world can only be maintained at a very low level. If it were not for the abundant water purification reserves of this land, the normal harvest in the mild radiation area would be only about half of the Yinyue City.
Chapter completed!