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

Chapter 69 68. But I don’t like it

Huaiyu looked at Zhou Qian steadily. There was a long and thin blood scab on his face, which was particularly eye-catching.

At some point, her tears stopped falling, but the brilliance in her eyes made Zhou Qian feel that there was nothing to hide.

After a while, Huaiyu asked softly:

"Where are the pieces?"

"What?" Zhou Qian was stunned.

"I mean, Lin Xuefeng gave [me] the fragments of the ice sculpture." She asked with a heavy tone.

Zhou Qian's cheeks became hot. It was difficult for him to describe his embarrassment at this moment, and he vaguely began to complain about General Wu again.

But, no matter what, the truth still needs to be said:

"After the power of the ice and snow fragments is released, they can no longer maintain their original form... They probably... melted."

Huaiyu turned to look at her messy house. Because the bucket was also broken, she didn't pay attention to the water marks in the house at all.

Looking back now, it seems like the past of building a house with my own hard work is like a dream.

And the person who shared secrets with her on a rainy night, taught her about the world, and taught her how to stay away from danger, now leaves no trace behind, and seems like a dream.

She stood up, turned her head on her shoulder to wipe away her embarrassed tears, and then let out a long breath:

"Captain Zhou, do you come here to help me build a house?"

Zhou Qian frowned, but soon relaxed: "Yes! I'll help you build a better one. I can provide everything you need, and the funds will be reported to General Wu."

"I hate him." She looked up at Zhou Qian, with deep disgust in her dark eyes: "I hate him, and I don't want to hear his name anymore."

Then he lowered his head and said softly: "Brother Captain, I'm sorry, I know it's not your fault."

"Thank you for helping me build a house."

Zhou Qian stood there and sighed deeply, also speechless.

But after a brief silence, he raised his hand: "You can temporarily stay in the female soldiers' dormitory tonight. We have divided into two teams and will build you a better brick hut."

Huaiyu shook his head: "It's not that cold now, and people can live in the tree house. I even bought a chicken, and I have to stay at home at night."

Zhou Qian was speechless.

You can even buy chickens - this kind of thing is only available to livestock farmers. Even if he wants to buy it, he has to go through a lot of trouble and it's expensive.

He originally wanted to praise Huaiyu for being very capable, but the house stood here in dilapidation, and he couldn't say anything anyway.

In the end, he could only wave his hand: "Don't worry, we have surveyors who will find you a more suitable place nearby."

The setting sun gradually faded away on the mountainside, leaving only a large area of ​​golden-orange clouds, while the peaks farther away were filled with transitional colors of blue and purple.

Huaiyu quietly held the straw curtain to create a warm space for the chickens in the house, and suddenly looked at the rose that was safely in the vase.

Among the three bamboo baskets in the corner, one has been cut in half.

The other two were covered with wet towels and were still growing bean sprouts quietly...

Unconsciously, she quietly shed tears again, and then murmured:

"The new house must be very nice, but I don't like it."

…

The sun had completely set, and a big fire was set up in the open space. Zhou Qian discovered that Huaiyu had arranged for someone to make it when he was collecting plant ashes.

There are also extraordinarily bright headlights shining all around, attracting scattered small insects to fly around. Those scarce resources, electricity or oil, seemed to have no cost tonight. Huaiyu held a packet of nutrient solution in her mouth and watched Zhou Qian bring her another bowl of porridge: "Try it, this is our marching ration, it tastes good."

Huaiyu took it silently, and then looked at the defenders who were setting up bricks in the middle of the night under the light of the headlights:

"Is it really okay for you to help me build a house yourself?"

She seemed to have looked away, and now she took the initiative to inquire. Zhou Qian finally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed:

"It doesn't matter, everyone is rushing to do this job. After all... the reward is not low, and all expenses are deducted from... - he doesn't lack contribution points either."

"That's good." Huaiyu took a bite of the marching rations and found that the food in his hand tasted more like oil tea, fragrant, slightly salty, with the aroma of butter...

"It's quite delicious." She commented objectively. After all, the pollution value was probably not too high - about 15.

It's not comparable to what she usually eats, but it's probably pretty good.

"As long as it's delicious!" Zhou Qian took out his notebook and jotted down happily: "I'll get you ten different flavors."

Then he asked again: "That camp bed of yours may be a bit light to sleep on. Although it's not broken, it's not very comfortable either. Let's take this opportunity to get you a bunk bed!"

"The ones used in our dormitories are 1m2 wide and very strong. You don't need the upper bunk to put things there - I'll give you two more sets of dormitory-specific modular cabinets for hanging clothes and so on."

He wrote like a breeze, and quickly jotted down a long list of things in his notebook—

"You girls don't like sleeping on hard beds, do you? I'll apply for two more mattresses for you."

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"I'll get you another solar lantern."

"I'll get you a complete set of kitchen utensils... Do you have a basket? No matter, write it down!"

"There are also clothes... We don't have ordinary styles of clothes, but it's okay. In the end, we will give you a thousand points as compensation, and you can buy them yourself."

He looked at Huaiyu, and the heavy burden finally disappeared completely. At this moment, he comforted:

"The new house is built on the original foundation of Qiangwei Mansion. It is not large, 30 square meters. On one side is a shed for storing firewood, and by the way, it is used as a corridor to cover the rain, following your previous layout, and leads all the way to the toilet."

"I will build a toilet for you. It will be modeled after the dry toilets in rural areas in the past. It will be more convenient if it is built with cement."

"In the future, if conditions permit, we can provide electricity here. You can also install a water tower and even flush toilets."

"The house may need to dry for a few more days. The walls are built with quick-drying materials. The entire wall will be sprayed with a simple film... It will be dry in the next two days and you can move in."

He thought about it over and over, and the notes in the notebook were densely packed, and he carefully reviewed his life alone, and then handed the notebook over:

“Let’s see if there is anything else we want, and take this opportunity to ask for more.”

"Although it's sad that the house is destroyed, we must have this mentality of turning disaster into blessing."

At this point, he was stuck again, because the protection in the ice sculpture left by Lin Xuefeng was actually more important than these material things.

but…

There is no way to copy this, so I can only pass it by silently at this moment.

Huaiyu read the contents in the notebook carefully, and then added one more thing:

"vase."

"I want three vases with different specifications, but very beautiful."

[Those are very good, but I don’t like them. ] It comes from Li Wenxiu in "White Horse Roaring in the West Wind" which I read 20 years ago. After so many years, I still remember this sentence firmly.

Update two, good night.

(End of this chapter)