Reborn in the red years, I am farming in space

Chapter 4 Living in the Breeding Room

This summer has been particularly hot.

The evening breeze is like thickened soup, slowly flowing in from the cracks in the wall, 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, with bamboo fences pasted with yellow mud.

Although this room is simple and simple, the name on the small wooden signboard hangs at the door, but it sounds nice:
【Breeder Lounge】

The old sow with a big belly next door was only three feet away from Luo Xuan.

Maybe a little too close.

The youthful aura of the young man intertwined with the strong hormonal smell of the old sow, forming a very unique smell.

This smell permeates the air, constantly fermenting and spreading in the smelly breeze of summer night.
This smell aroused the excitement of the fleas hiding in the straw and bedding. They sucked the blood from Luo Xuan and the old sow, making people itchy all over.

As a result, one person and one pig were restless, tossing and turning, and falling asleep, both sides felt an inexplicable restlessness.

Under the moonlight.

The sweat on Luo Xuan's forehead has grown more and more.

This time the hypoglycemia attack was a bit severe, so that Luo Xuan didn't even have the strength to raise his arms to drive away the swarms of mosquitoes.

Entering the door in his mind with his thoughts, Luo Xuan bent down and drank a handful of spring water, and only then did he recover a little bit of strength.

This spring water can't cure Luo Xuan's hypoglycemia, but it can slightly relieve the symptoms of the disease.

Luo Xuan pulled a handful of bamboo strips in the corner, and started a fire with a torch.

This kind of bamboo strips is generally used in rural areas to wipe their buttocks.

When using it, certain skills are required, otherwise, when that chrysanthemum residual Luo Xuan thinks of this, he will feel that the stool under his butt is too hard
Heartbreaking pain!

Bamboo strips dried in the shade can also be used as firewood, which is easy to burn.

Luo Xuan used a bamboo stick to pierce a few small crabs, put them on the flames and roasted them briefly, picked out the crab meat inside and ate them.

Then Luo Xuan lay down on the floor of the space and took a good rest for a while.

Looking at the broad beans that had grown to half a foot high, Luo Xuan couldn't help feeling hopeful: In fact, it is not possible to grow broad beans this season.

But the broad beans in the space are growing at an extremely astonishing speed!

Since broad beans can grow so well, Luo Xuan believes that when he gets better, he will put in a little more effort to plant some sweet potatoes or even rice in them.

Come to think of it, they should also grow out of season, right?
When his mental state was slightly adjusted, Luo Xuan moved his mind out of the space.

At this time, it was almost midnight, and it was time for me to feed the old sow.

The old sow with the hope of all members of the production team in her stomach is more precious than the captain of the production team, and she has to be given a nutritious meal in the middle of the night.

There is no commune at present.

At this time, Bashu Province has entered the stage of "agricultural high-level cooperatives". In the breeding room of the production team, large livestock belonging to the common property of all members are concentrated.

Luo Xuan has been living in the breeding room for 3 days.

After leaving the space, Luo Xuan walked to the huge bamboo shed outside.Taking out the fire pocket, Luo Xuan prepared to light a fire to cook pig feed.

Matches can't be afforded, and I can't bear to use them.

The accountant of the production team sets up very detailed consumable indicators for the breeding room every month.

There is only one box of "matches" a month.

That box of matches was not enough for the breeder, Uncle Zhou, to use it to light his own tobacco.

Smoking leaf tobacco saves money, but costs matches.

Huozhezi is a finger-thick bamboo tube, about half a foot long, inside which is a slowly burning roll made of yellow paper.

Usually cover it with a bamboo tube cover 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 skill in blowing fire notes.

Requires half-sized, quick and short blows on the yellow paper.

After repeatedly blowing a few puffs, a faint yellow flame emerged from the fire pocket.

Luo Xuan lifted up a small handful of dry grain grass, and used the tip of the straw to get close to the flames, and lit the fire smoothly.

Stuffing the burning straw into the stove, while the straw was still burning, Luo Xuan covered the fire cover and put it back in place.

The fire in the hearth grew bigger and bigger.

Luo Xuan added a handful of small dead branches, waited until the dead branches were also burned, and then continued to add larger pieces of hardwood.

Return to the space.

Luo Xuan picked out a few broad beans from a broken pottery pot. There were about 7 or 8 of them, and then they left the space again.

Luo Xuan stuffed the broad beans with their skins under the ashes in the stove.

The broad beans are not easy to be burnt by roasting with firewood ash.

The broad beans roasted with firewood ash cannot be peeled, otherwise the broad beans will split and be filled with firewood ash.

Although firewood ash is non-toxic, it is astringent.

Luo Xuan took the initiative to come to the breeding room to watch the night for him, and Uncle Zhou happily ran home every night, doing 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 whether these broad beans and dried sweet potatoes were the rations of the two cattle or the old sow.

This Luo Xuan is unknown.

Did not dare to ask.

As the fire in the stove got bigger and bigger, after a few minutes, a faint smell of food wafted out, making people salivate.

In this day and age, everyone's sense of smell seems to be extremely sensitive, stronger than that of mice.

"Doo duo, duo duo."

There was a weak cry from behind, like a kitten's murmur, which broke the heart.

Luo Xuan smiled without turning his head, and patted the small wooden stool beside him, motioning for Xiaocao to sit down: "You slipped out again?"

"Duoduo, here it is."

Xiaocao sat down obediently, spread out her small palm and held it in front of Luo Xuan, "Mother, watch carefully, today I only took a dried sweet potato."

Xiaocao is the youngest of the three children brought by Mrs. Wang.

She is only four years old this year, and she still has a little trouble speaking. She always calls her brother "Duoduo".

Luo Xuan took the dried sweet potato from Xiaocao's hand, picked up the fire shovel at the side, put the dried sweet potato on top, and stretched it into the stove to roast.

While roasting the dried sweet potatoes, Luo Xuan picked up a few broad beans with tongs and handed them to Xiaocao.

Xiaocao is very obedient, and she is not afraid of being scalded when she takes the hot broad beans. She keeps flying her two little hands, blowing "huhu" in her mouth, and spreads the broad beans to cool down.

"Duoduo, I'll eat it for you."

Xiaocao held up the broad beans and handed them to Luo Xuan, "Xiaocao is full tonight, brother eat."

"Gollum—"

The sound of Xiaocao's bulging belly completely destroyed the authenticity of her words.

"You can eat, brother still has more."

There was tenderness in Luo Xuan's eyes, and he reached out and touched Xiaocao's head.

Sister Xiaocao
Since Luo Xuan was reborn in this life, only this thin little girl in front of him was the only one who made him feel a little bit of the true love in the world.

It feels like a family member, very good.

(End of this chapter)