Six Years After the Disaster, I Saved My Farm by Growing Bean Sprouts.

Chapter 37 37. The basket is empty and empty.

It rained heavily for three days.

There were only a few brief stops during this period, each lasting no more than an hour. The rest of the time there was only a slight difference between heavy rain and light rain.

The morning broadcast still started at eight o'clock sharp. Today's weather forecast was cloudy to light rain. Huaiyu looked at the sky and hesitated whether to go into the mountains.

The muddy water in the pond not far away is turbid and it will probably take a few days to clear up. In the past, only half of the three- to five-acre pond was filled with water. Now, it is directly flush with the edge of the pond.

Because the water pollution level is so high, it may be difficult to use water for a long time in the future.

She puffed out her cheeks depressedly.

But no matter what, it is still a precious spring rain. Now that it has just cleared up, you can see a layer of green and tender new leaves sprouting on the mountains in the distance. The grass on all sides seemed to be covered with a layer of fluffy new green, and the color of the grass was particularly fresh.

Huaiyu knelt down and touched a handful. It was tender and raw. He didn’t know if the sprouts would be edible after a while...

She carried a few dry firewood back from the shed. Even in broad daylight, the fire could not be stopped.

Because of the continuous rain, even though she chose a high place to build her house, she still had a layer of blue bricks underneath. But once it rains, the water in the house will overflow.

If you don't light a fire to warm yourself up, you may really end up living in the water.

But there was a fire, and the room was full of moist and warm water vapor... If it kept raining, Huaiyu suspected that he was going to get a rash.

She sighed, thinking how nice it would be to have a decent house.

However, building a house requires money, and now she only has the 200 points given by Lin Xuefeng and some from before. The top priority is to save more to feel safe and not be blinded when encountering problems.

So I filled the firewood, took another look at the bean sprouts that were growing slowly due to the low temperature, turned around, put on my raincoat and boots, put a basket on my back, pushed my bicycle and went out.

Although everyone said that you should not eat wild vegetables and mushrooms after heavy rain, Sanqing Mountain is so big, she had to give it a try!

The Erba Dagang was a bit difficult to ride on the muddy land, but it was still easier than walking before. Huaiyu arrived at the Rose Corridor [8] area in less than ten minutes.

At this moment, the car was standing next to Qiangwei. She stretched out her hand and then retracted it hesitantly.

"Well... the rain has stopped, are you in a good mood? If you are, can you let me go? Secretly."

There was no movement in the Rose Corridor, but the branches and leaves shook for a moment, and then water drops and wet petals fell all over the ground.

Huaiyu simply gathered up a handful of thorny flower branches: "Please! I'm going to starve to death!"

After a while, the flower branches in front of me slid rustlingly, and with the sound of water drops falling to the ground, a passage finally emerged.

Huaiyu laughed happily: "Your flowers are so beautiful!"

She walked skillfully with a backpack on her back, and when she came out of the corridor, she was stunned by the scene in front of her—

Sanqingshan is alive!

No, it's not alive, it's just... when she came here before, although there were sporadic signs of spring, there were more dead branches and yellow leaves, and the trees were full of rustling.

But now there have been several heavy rains, starting from the hillside winding up at her feet, large mushrooms and grass blades are poking out from the layers of dead leaves. Some even tried hard, and small flowers of various colors of purple, blue, pink, and yellow bloomed sporadically...

The rainwater stays on the blue-purple petals, making the flowers look transparent.

So beautiful!

She climbed the rocks and followed the path. There were two scattered mushroom bushes passing by, but because the temperature was too low, they had not yet grown to a large size, so Huaiyu had to give up first. Scattered wild vegetables are slowly showing their heads. Rainwater slowly gathers streams from the mountains and flows down. The wild grasses on both sides grow particularly lush. Huaiyu didn't walk a few steps when he saw a bush of green onions.

The broad, tender green leaves seemed to have grown vigorously in the past few days. When she reached out to pull them out, she could feel that the whole green onion seemed "dirty".

After a pause, she pulled out two of them and shook off the soil from their roots and put them into the basket.

Going further, you can still see more dense ginseng, but they don't grow so fast and are still very young now.

Huaiyu also reached out and took two handfuls. The smell was strong, but... it was still very "dirty".

She stood in this treasure-house-like mountain and sighed sadly. She was in the treasure mountain but couldn't use it at all. How terrible this feeling was!

After much deliberation, I still refused to give up and look at the bracken and shepherd's purse that were growing luxuriantly before the rain. The place is full of vitality, the bare bracken that was picked before has sprung up again like bamboo shoots after rain, and the shepherd's purse at the bottom of the **** is also green, not to mention how gratifying it is!

However, Huaiyu regretted it so much that he almost cried.

Because these things in front of you cannot be eaten!

They are all very polluted, even worse than the green belts I saw in the city before!

Not as good as the weeds in front of your own door!

There wasn't much mud when her boots stepped on the soft branches and leaves, but her heart seemed to be filled with mud and heavy.

At this moment, her small body was wearing an oversized raincoat and equally wide rain boots, and she was carrying a large and empty basket. In it, she could only see a handful of young ginseng leaves and two green onions...

Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!

It didn't even cover the bottom of the basket.

Halfway through, Huaiyu thought of something again and turned back again.

The pollution value of this wild vegetable is so high. At this juncture, she does not dare to purify it easily and sell it.

But...if you can’t sell it, why can’t you eat it yourself?

Even if there are no seasonings, it still tastes better than nutrient solution, right?

She gritted her teeth and put the basket down, and bent down again to pick wild vegetables - there could be more bracken. She came back to see if she could pickle it, but shepherd's purse was not used. It is not easy to preserve. Now there are no eggs to go with it, so only salt is added. It tastes like eating grass...

Forget it.

Because salt was too expensive, Huaiyu didn't dare to pick too many brackens after much deliberation, and the total amount was only one third of the basket.

After much deliberation, I was still unwilling to give in, so I turned around again when I was going down the mountain and picked up a handful of green onions and ginseng again.

This trip into the mountains was really depressing.

Huaiyu rode his bicycle. Although he had been mentally prepared, it was too difficult to face the reality. If this continues, will the source of income for a long time in the future have to be bean sprouts?

It is not difficult to sprout bean sprouts. This morning, the beans have sprouted more than two centimeters. It’s just that nowadays I don’t know if beans are easy to buy and how much they cost…

I also have my own yam beans and peanuts. The water and soil are polluted. When can I plant them?

She groaned and stepped on the 28 big bar. The basket was empty and her heart was empty.

When we returned to the treehouse, the sky was gloomy again. Huaiyu subconsciously looked at the Rose Corridor, which looked like an oil painting in the dim sky, and couldn't help but murmur:

"You are so fierce... Lin Xuefeng doesn't dare to hit anyone in front of you, so how did he get to the wasteland?"

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