Return To the Era with Space Supplies

Chapter 256 Revisit

Si Ningning was afraid that she would not be able to wash them out and would not look good when she wore them, so she took the initiative to stop the work and said that she would take the clothes back to the guest house and wash them again. After two days, Mo Bei was discharged from the hospital and changed into hospital gowns so that he could wear them.

Mo Bei had no objection, but Song Shuhan was embarrassed, "I soaked it for a long time that day and rubbed it in, but I didn't rub it off."

Si Ningning smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's okay. I may not be able to wash it off. Anyway, I'll give it a try first."

As he spoke, Si Ningning put his shirt in his bag. He didn't plan to stay in the hospital for a long time. He was going to Academician Liang's place tomorrow, so he went back early to pack up.

Si Ningning was busy tying up several pieces of paper when Mo Bei suddenly called out to her: "Si Ningning."

"Um?"

"Can you leave me a few pieces of paper? I'll try to draw something. Next time you go to the academician's place so you can take it with you."

Si Ningning was stunned for a moment and quickly patted his forehead in response: "Okay."

It’s not necessary to bring it to Academician Liang. Si Ningning thought it was quite boring for Mo Bei to sit on the hospital bed every day, and it would be good to have something to do to kill time.

With this in mind, Si Ningning took out a small stack of paper from the white bamboo and linen paper and placed it on the bedside table. At the same time, he said truthfully: "You don't have to bring it to Academician Liang. I just have this one in my hand." , you look at these papers and draw whatever you want.”

"Yeah." Mo Bei smiled and nodded. After Si Ningning left the ward, the smile on his handsome face gradually faded.

Song Shuhan looked at the change in his expression and roughly guessed what Si Ningning's words just reminded him of.

In order to prevent Mo Bei from continuing to feel depressed, Song Shuhan sat by the bed and opened the topic: "Are you still painting? Let me see how you paint?"

"Hmm." Mo Bei lowered his long eyelashes, held the pencil and sketched them carefully.

Although Mo Bei is a cold person, he is also prone to getting angry when dealing with some things in daily life. However, he shows a quite calm side when it comes to painting, which indirectly allowed Song Shuhan to see a different kind of him.

After Mo Yue watched it for more than ten minutes, Song Shuhan suddenly sighed and said: "I used to think that studying was the way out. After Si Ningning said this, I suddenly had a different opinion."

Mo Bei raised his eyes and glanced at Song Shuhan, "What should I say?"

"Hey -" Song Shuhan sighed, put his hands on the back of his head, and lay lazily on the empty hospital bed next to Mo Bei, "Studying is indeed a way out, and there are indeed more opportunities for employment in the future than those who are illiterate, but If you think about it carefully, the jobs you can choose are pretty mediocre.”

Mo Bei knew that Song Shuhan had taken in the professional titles such as "engineer" and "architect" mentioned by Si Ningning. Maybe it was because they were too rare, or maybe because they were too special, so Song Shuhan indirectly felt a sense of contempt. own thoughts.

"Don't think too much." Mo Bei said lightly. He was not very good at comforting others. He thought for a moment and said, "Everyone has his or her own position. Returning to the city to work in the future may not necessarily lead to mediocrity. As long as you persist in yourself and believe in yourself, your future will be bright." It may not be possible to shine brightly.”

 Moreover, how can work be mediocre?

How many people dream of finding a job in the city?

Song Shuhan pushed up the frame, smiled shyly and said something irrelevant: "My glasses seem to be a bit blurry, and I can't see clearly."

Mo Bei knew that Song Shuhan was a rational person, and what he said was just a casual chat, not a serious matter. Seeing that Song Shuhan changed the subject on his own, he simply let him go.

Mo Bei said nothing, lowered his head and continued to draw.

 The ward is calm.

On the other side, Si Ningning left the hospital and returned to the guest house under the bright sun. She entered the room and locked the door behind her back, then swung into the space.

Si Ningning filled a basin of water and put Mo Bei's shirt in, then added two spoons of washing powder, one spoon of baking soda, one capful of laundry detergent and a little 84 disinfectant, mixed it well and soaked it, and then rubbed it before pouring it in again. Wash in the washing machine.

After finishing all this work, Si Ningning took a quick shower to wash off the sweat on his body. Then he took out a few more plastic boxes for candy that were used to cultivate bacterial strains, filled half a box of salt, and opened another box. Cut off one-third of the new soap and put it into a small box.

It is not easy to go to see Academician Liang empty-handed. Another thing is that Si Ningning sympathizes with Academician Liang and is very much like helping Academician Liang in this critical moment.

Of course, this help must be properly grasped, not only to ensure that it does not touch the sensitive points of Academician Liang's heart, but also to be acceptable to Academician Liang.

Si Ningning had thought about it on the way back. The rations of rice and oil were expensive and even Academician Liang would not accept them if they were packaged. For example, salt cost eight cents a pound. If she packed it in a small box, Academician Liang would accept it?

 Salt is also an essential component for the human body. If salt is lacking for a long time, it may cause many problems, including muscle spasms, blurred vision and other symptoms.

Academician Liang may not be short of salt for a long time, but her conditions are tight, so she is probably close to it.

Si Ningning thought about it, unscrewed the lid and scooped two more spoons of salt into the box.

If calculated based on the amount of cooking one dish a day, this box of salt can last for about three to four months.

“I am the one who comes to visit the salt delivery person, right?” Si Ningning scratched his forehead and laughed because he was speechless.

It’s true, I don’t think anyone else can do such a thing.

Si Ningning had fun for a while, then simply packed up some scattered items and put them in a burlap rice bag.

After having some free time, she worked hard to steam some rice and knead some dough. She planned to make some ready-made cooked food. She could always make some when she was hungry in the future, so as to save space and have to make it fresh every time.

 Sometimes I’m tired and hot, and really too lazy to move.

While waiting, Si Ningning washed out all the leftover mulberries, poured them into a breaker to make jam, mixed them with honey and yogurt, poured them into molds, and put them in the refrigerator to freeze. .

There are several boxes of honey in the space. Si Ningning found it by mistake. It should have been brought back when he first collected supplies and was doing some cleaning. Or maybe it was a gift?

Si Ningning couldn’t say, but real high-quality honey has a very low water content and can be stringy, while 80% of the honey in space is synthetic honey from fructose syrup. To put it bluntly, it is synthetic honey.

Although their color is light golden and translucent like real honey, as long as you shake the bottle a little, the light golden liquid inside will sway as "silky" as water, without the sticky texture of honey.

Si Ningning thought, if you want to synthesize honey, just synthesize honey!

Anyway, it’s enough to make ice cream and ice cream. Now that supplies are so scarce, it’s impossible to throw them away just because they’re fake.

 How much waste?

Si Ningning is not a very frugal person, but after staying here for so long, he has been somewhat assimilated by the times. Unnecessary waste must be eliminated first.

When the dough is ready, Si Ningning cuts the dough into small pieces, rolls them into strips and twists them together slightly, brushes them with egg wash, sprinkles them with powdered sugar and a little milk powder, and puts them into the oven together. Bake it up.

 The buns don’t need to be baked for a long time, just 180 degrees for 12 minutes.

Si Ningning sat at the kitchen table, holding her chin and waiting. After baking, she fanned herself a little to dissipate the heat. After finding things and packing them, she placed a basin on top to cover them. After that, she fed a few pigs and chickens, and they were basically gone. Something else.

Si Ningning left the space and went to the counter on the first floor to renew the room for two nights. She poured some hot water as if to cope and returned to the room to re-enter the space. There was nothing else to do at the moment, so Si Ningning thought about finding a book to read to pass the time. However, when he took the book in his hand and turned through a few pages aimlessly, Si Ningning felt that he couldn't read it anymore.

  A little worried about Holang…

Holang's departure this time was so sudden and unexpected, without any warning, that caught Si Ningning off guard.

 I usually don’t have any special feelings when I haven’t met each other, but this time I suddenly felt empty in my heart, as if a piece was missing.

Si Ningning felt a little uncomfortable.

　　Putting the book back on the desk, Si Ningning folded his hands together, leaned his face against them and muttered ambivalently: "If I had known better, I should have given you more instructions."

Is it really as simple as picking up people when Huo Lang goes out this time?

Will there be any danger? What should I do if I encounter danger?

After lying down in front of the desk for a while, Si Ningning found that all she could think about was Huo Lang, and they were all unlucky thoughts. If this could not continue, Si Ningning simply put the books back on the bookshelf and got up to find work. Do it to divert attention.

Working was good at diverting attention, but it was a bit useless. Si Ningning repaired the pig pen, but the grape trees had not grown in a sloppy way because they had no trellises. She was busy putting up the grape trellises again.

Apart from these, Si Ningning also took back the small fish baskets that were lowered into the stream. The harvest was quite fruitful, including four fat loaches **** wide, as well as a lot of small crucian carp, large shrimps and small shrimps.

There were also two half-missed prawn remains, which must have been bitten by loaches when they were in a basket.

Si Ningning threw the small crucian carp and shrimp back into the stream, while the larger shrimp and loach chose to stay.

The shrimps were poured into a bucket and raised temporarily. The loaches were filled with some water in a small basin and placed separately. Then they cut off some pork and stuffed them into bamboo baskets and threw them back into the stream. I prayed that I could harvest more shrimps next time. I might consider it then. Make shrimp balls, shrimp sliders, etc.

　　It was already late after finishing all this work. Si Ningning took a comfortable hot bath, put on silk pajamas and went to bed comfortably.

The next morning, when Gang came out of the space after cleaning up, there was a knock on the door of the guest house. Si Ningning was suddenly startled and wondered who was coming to look for her, "Who is it?"

“Comrade, there is a man driving a car downstairs looking for you.”

  It is the person who lives in the guest house.

 The person who drives a small car is Shan Mantang.

Si Ningning just remembered what Huo Lang said yesterday about letting her go in and out by taking a single-person bus. At that time, she only asked when Huo Lang would come back, but she ignored it.

“Okay, please, comrade, I’ll be down right away!”

Si Ningning thanked the people at the guest house and waited until they left before going out with her cloth bag.

Shan Mantang's car stopped at the door of the guest house. Seeing Si Ningning coming down from the second floor, Shan Mantang stuck his head out of the car window and waved his arms to say hello: "Si Zhiqing here! Good morning, Si Zhiqing!"

“Good morning, Comrade Shan.” Si Ningning smiled, opened the car door and got in.

"Haha, have you eaten? Where are we going today? The hospital? Or Academician Liang's place?"

Si Ningning nodded and said that he got up early in the morning and had already had breakfast. Then he said, "I won't go to the hospital today. I'll go to Academician Liang."

Si Ningning only focused on answering Shan Mantang's questions. After a while, she realized that she had never mentioned Academician Liang to Shan Mantang beforehand. How did Shan Mantang know that she was going to see Academician Liang?

 But when I think about it carefully, I have some enlightenment.

Shan Mantang is Huo Lang’s driver. This situation should have been something Huo Lang had instructed in advance.

Si Ningning guessed that this was the case, but he didn’t know that after he and Huo Lang separated yesterday, Huo Lang went to visit Academician Liang instead...

"Comrade Shan, I have basically memorized the road here. You will send me to the place in a while, and you can go about your business. I will go to the hospital by myself later."

"Ah? That's not possible. Si Zhiqing, you don't know that the area where Academician Liang lives is relatively far away from the county hospital! It will take you an hour to walk around."

Shan Mantang glanced at Si Ningning from the rearview mirror, observed the road conditions ahead and said jokingly: "Haha"

"I usually have nothing else to do but drive. Comrade Huo Lang is not here. Logically speaking, I don't even have to drive the car, just idle... This time Comrade Huo Lang gave me an errand for the first time, Si Zhiqing, You can’t make it difficult for me!”

Si Ningning was embarrassed and held her face in her hands, smiled and said, "Okay, I'll trouble you, Comrade Shan."

 “Haha, I should!”

The car swayed forward, and Si Ningning got off at the entrance of the alley. Shan Mantang turned half of his body before driving away and said, "Si Zhiqing, I'll find a shady place to park. When you're done, just call me here." !”

"good."

Si Ningning stood in the shadow of the alley and nodded, waved to Dan Mantang and said a few polite words before turning around and running towards the inside, swinging her black braid.

I was originally worried that I would hit an empty door, but as soon as I rounded the corner of the alley, I saw Academician Liang with disheveled hair sitting under the eaves of the thatched shed not far away, with his head raised and pulling something.

Si Ningning quickened his pace by two minutes, held up the cloth bag in his hand and ran towards the hay shed, "Academician Liang!"

Liang Qinghong was stunned for a moment.

 The title "Academician Liang" is not something that many people here would call Liang Qinghong like this. The only one I can count is the one who came yesterday, and the other one is probably the one who came today.

Liang Qinghong later turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a beautiful young girl with skin as white as a steamed bun running towards her.

Liang Qinghong's gray eyes flashed under her disheveled hair, and her rough hands subconsciously touched her uneven facial skin.

No wonder the **** man yesterday was worried. Who could feel at ease if such a charming girl was left alone in the county?

Liang Qinghong averted her eyes and at the same time withdrew the hand touching her face. She stood up without saying a word and placed another small bench two steps away from her bench. The meaning was already obvious.

 (End of this chapter)