I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

In the early morning, I got up, but it was raining again outside.

Dense vegetation brings greater water storage capacity.

The nature of the evaporation effect of plants is the same as the common evaporation radiator in the primordial industry, which can convert liquid water on the ground into water vapor.

A large number of vegetation can effectively increase the air humidity, resulting in exceptionally abundant rain. This is the tropical rain forest climate that people often said before.

In the thirty-first century of this timeline, due to the inexplicable increase in atmospheric oxygen content, except for some extreme climate regions, most areas have dense vegetation and look like tropical rain forests.

The amount of rain is heavy, which means a whole day, and sometimes there are floods.

Chen Feng came here for ten days, six of which were raining, and only four sunny days.

This is also one of the reasons that seriously affected the efficiency of his excavation of the site.

"Ai, can't leave."

Chen Feng sighed then said.

Recently, more and more electronic equipment parts have been collected, and there is no way to put all of them in sealed pockets. These things cannot be exposed to water.

Chen Feng stood at the door of the building, looking at the turbulent city center square outside. After thinking about it for a long while, he decided to wait for the dark rain to stop before leaving.

Fortunately, it is only a few hundred kilometers away from Hanzhou.

If Hanzhou is still a mega city, there shouldn't be other temptations along the way.

When you head back, you can go straight to Hanzhou.

Anyway, idle is idle, he can't sit here for a day, put on waterproof training clothes, and put on a long knife, he stepped on the rain and went out.

Most of the key buildings in the city have been visited by him. There is nothing to search. He plans to take a look around the suburbs near the city.

Umbrella?

That is the behavior of the weak.

powerhouse is not afraid of wind and rain.

Anyway, with his athletic ability, he would have to get soaked in a two-step run, so there is no need to use an umbrella.

The road is muddy and slippery. From time to time, he can hit what looks like a puddle, but stepping into it is a deep pit.

This is still a pediatrics.

What's really powerful is the sudden collapse of the mountain that he will hit head-on as he walks down the hillside.

The raging and strong mud-rock flow descends down the slope.

Mud was wrapped in gravel and fallen trees flooded and swallowed everything along the way.

If it is an ordinary person in the 21st century, in this natural environment, it will not survive for about three days. Chen Feng has no worries in this regard, and he is as flexible as a monkey in the heavy rain.

At this time, he was walking down the hillside to the depths of a continuous mountain range.

About two hours later, he finally reached a hillside covered with low bushes.

Chen Feng slowly approached the bush with a sense of anticipation, and cautiously twisted a bush leaf with his finger, and carefully inspected it for a while.

"hahahaha!"

His wild laughter resounded through the valley, almost overwhelming the sound of the rainstorm.

Why would he take the "adventure" up the mountain when the rain was pouring?

As a savior who is responsible for the survival of civilization, every move he does has a deep meaning, and it is absolutely impossible to do meaningless things.

After confirming that many shrubs on the mountainside were what he wanted, he immediately transformed into a hard-working bee jumping up and down the mountainside in the rain.

The rain is still falling, with a leaf in his mouth and whistling, walking all the way to pick it all the way.

At this time, he was searching everywhere for the leaves, picking them off piece by piece, and putting them in his pocket behind him.

When it was getting dark, Chen Feng finally returned to the building with a large wet cloth bag full of it.

At this time, the rainstorm stopped outside, but he did not decisively set off according to the original plan. Instead, he first soaked the leaves in water and washed them, and then spread them out in the hall.

Looking at the nearly ten square meters of green leaves piled on the ground, he hehe smiled.

Then he ran on the motorcycle again, took out the parts, and quickly assembled several high-temperature heat lamps. The neat and tidy ones hung over the leaves spread on the ground.

Turn on the lights.

The shining rays of light illuminate the hall like daylight, and the warmth is like an oven.

Then Chen Feng moved to the side to take out the induction cooker, and then went to a room in the building that he had visited once, that is, to get a big pot in the cafeteria.

A few hours later, the leaves on the ground were almost dry, so he turned the battery stove up high, sprinkled the leaves in handfuls, and started to stir fry with a large spatula.

This step is called "Finishing".

It's almost fried, he is not afraid of being hot, he leaned in and rubbed it.

Wait until the few catties of leaves in front of him are twisted into sticks, and then fried.

Chen Feng looked at the dried leaves left in the pot, smiled happily, raised the water cup, threw a handful of leaves in, and poured a cup of boiling water.

The leaves that had just been fired by him stretched out quickly in the water like a person stretching.

When the hydrology drops to the point where he can drink, he takes a sip, satisfied.

The smell is very weak, almost no fragrance, but he squinted his eyes comfortably.

For this sip, he really took great pains.

I didn't expect to kill him. One day I would fall into picking tea personally, and then frying the tea. What I stir fried is not a serious spring tea, but autumn white dew with light yellow leaves.

This is really unbearable for the tea ceremony elders who are accustomed to drinking all kinds of Ming Dynasty Longjing, mother tree big red robe, top bamboo leaf green, Piaoxue and Houkui.

But he really has nothing to pick about.

A person in the thirty-first century where everything can only ask for oneself, can have a sip of tea, how can a husband ask for it?

The taste is a bit weaker, and the taste is a bit awful, but it is a little tea smell at any rate, it is always better than nothing.

Yes, the purpose of his trip is for this sip of tea.

To live alone in this world is pitiful enough.

If you don't have some fun for yourself, I'm really afraid that I will go crazy.

So when he got up in the morning, he found that he could not walk, so he immediately moved his mind and remembered that there was a tea mountain base near Hanzhou back then.

This tea mountain base is rich in monkey quizzes, the taste is very good, the grades are from low to high, he himself took care of the business of this tea mountain that year, and basically monopolized the production of one third of the top monkey quizzes in a year.

When he thinks of this, he feels itchy and hard to control himself, so he simply sets out to explore and try to be self-reliant.

The tea that can be picked at the end of October can be called scraps, and because no one has planted them all the year round, these tea trees are somewhat degraded and no longer fit human tastes.

His tea-frying technique is also very rough, and it depends on his own feelings.

The finished product that was finally made, according to his own standards, can only be used to wash his feet.

However, after a person loses everything, his psychological expectation will be infinitely low, and now he is satisfied.

While drinking tea, Chen Feng grabbed a few hand-saved tea leaves and put them under the scanning port of the quark meter.

Press the scan button to start scanning.

The scanning progress is 1%...100%, and the scanning is complete.

Click the synthesis button to start synthesis.

Buzzzz~ ……

Chen Feng's heartbeat is speeding up gradually, and I start to look forward to it.

As long as the synthesis is successful, it will save much trouble in the future.

At the same time, he drank heavily again, which was refreshing.

Then...

Boom!

chi... Tzzzzzzz...

He looked at the smoking quark meter, then looked at the drinking cup of the mother and son who had almost drunk the tea, and fell into deep thought.

This is the second BOOM drop of the quark meter.

Last time, he used a quark meter to replicate the same fangs that can discharge electricity.

He is not surprised by this, he is mentally prepared.

But this time, he didn't expect that he just copied a few tea leaves and dropped them to BOOM.

Chen Feng quickly put down the cup, cut off the power supply, and then turned on the quark meter to check the burned out capacitor.

Emmm……

The burned capacitor is exactly the same as last time.

It's over!

It’s not that things can’t be repaired, and the equipment is not a big problem.

The big problem is that he has finished drinking a cup of tea!

The lethality of this tea is the same as that of snakes and fangs, and it also has the effect of anti-matter bio-battery, so he soaked it and drank it!

Chen Feng This is absolutely didn't expect, you can't guard against it in the end.

He hurriedly ran back to the floating motorcycle, prepared all kinds of first aid medicines that had been out of date for five hundred years, and started to repair the quark instrument quickly, and emptied his thoughts on the original quark therapy instrument. How does it work? I wonder if I can transform another spare quark meter into a therapeutic apparatus.

He pondered for about thirty seconds before giving up decisively.

This is unrealistic and beyond the scope of ability.

He can't do much, he can only wait while thinking in the heart.

If the car is overturned, can the recovery factor help?

In what form can positrons cause damage in one's own body?

Explosion?

Overpowered?

Or will it directly cause my organ failure?

What will happen?

Next, Chen Feng has been anxiously waiting for a reaction in his body.

One hour has passed.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Nothing happens at all.

When Chen Feng came back to his senses, he realized that he was holding a shovel in his hand again, standing in front of the wok, brow beaded with sweat, and the second pot of tea was about to come out.

Huh?

I...what am I doing?

Isn't this tea okay to drink?

Why did I fire up again?

Oh, forget it, anyway, this pot is almost cooked through, it's a pity that it was wasted.

After the second pot of frying, he became a little sleepy and went to sleep again.

He didn't sleep well this time, and he always turned over and over again. From time to time, he received some weird signals in his mind, which was a bit like tinnitus in patients with severe insomnia.

Another morning, the sun shone brightly outside the central square of the city, the frogs are croaking endlessly, and the insects and beasts regain their vitality.

Chen Feng woke up from the tent, looked at the most of the tea leaves on the ground, and fell into deep thought.

Since I slept steadily and nothing happened, it means that the tea did not cause any harm to myself.

After hesitating for a while, he decisively soaked another cup.

Since it’s okay, drink it.

Anyway, I'm also a reproductive demon war. I already have some of the characteristics of Z bacteria in my body, and coupled with the recovery factor, it should not be that fragile, so continue to stir-fry the tea.

There is no way to copy, so you can stock up on your own.

Things look weird, but they are inevitable to some extent.

Drinking tea is one of Chen Feng’s few hobbies. It is higher than hobby and is slightly addicted. There are some wonderful connections between his emotions and tea, just like the human leadership in the "World Under the permeation of "Song of the Outside", the various small hobby formed by thinking is amplified unconsciously.

If there are other things and people distracting him, he will not behave so out of control.

But unfortunately, in the thirty-first century this time, he was the only one on Earth.

He has been alone for ten days.

The emptiness in his heart is gradually magnified, giving his hobby a chance.

When he thought of tea, the stimulation of the cerebral cortex was quietly activated, so he took action.

Another busy day, he packed up and left.

This time, head straight to Hanzhou.