I will plant a field in the last days

"While everyone is here during dinner, let's have a family meeting and listen to Jing Shu's arrangements." Master Jing took a small sip of his cigarette. This apocalypse almost killed them, old smokers. Fortunately, the tobacco was grown at home, but it was also very precious. There was not much left over from the tobacco that was given away as favors every month and exchanged for food at a high price. He had to share half of it with his prodigal son, so Master Jing cherished this tobacco very much.

The villa belongs to Jingshu, all the food belongs to Jingshu, and even all kinds of daily necessities are brought by Jingshu. In this apocalyptic world, Jingshu still brings some fresh peaches and other fruits home from time to time. Jingshu has other ideas Everyone is willing to listen to Jingshu's opinions if she has opinions.

Jing Nai hugged Feiji and used a towel to smooth and clean the chicken feathers that had finally grown out. She listened to her granddaughter with her ears raised, while Feiji squinted her eyes happily and enjoyed the spa.

Jingshu took the milk and drank it in one gulp, then sat at the dining table and said hello to Wu Youai, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. She subconsciously touched the roots behind her ears and pointed at those places where she often gets sores. Yes, her skin is delicate in winter. I get sores when I get cold, which are itchy, painful and can ooze pus. The nightmares from my previous life are still vivid in my mind.

I don’t know if I will get sores again in this life. No matter what, I still need to take appropriate precautions. I have to prepare ointments and keep warm. If possible, take precautions.

"Why are we still having a family meeting today? What happened? For the Chinese New Year, let's do what we said before, bring the aunt, the second aunt, and the uncle's family over. This year we will spend the New Year in my grandma's house with three bedrooms and one living room across the street. , even if it’s grandma’s invitation this year, we have to start preparing for the New Year’s goods. No more preparations than in previous years; this year we have to prepare more;

As for where to stay, my grandma’s house across the street is not empty, so everyone is arranged to go there. Our villa is already packed to the brim, and we can’t fit in any more. "Jingshu narrowed her eyes and explained the general plan. The bottom line is that the villa is full of supplies. Jingshu will not let anyone have the wrong idea at all, even if they see it, they won't be able to see it.

Let alone relatives, even Jing's father and Jing's mother don't know how much stuff they have in their house. The basement and upstairs where the supplies are kept are locked by security doors, and the keys are kept by Jing Shu. Things are kept by Jing Shu every once in a while. Shu then carried some supplies out. Her parents only knew that Jingshu had wholesaled a lot of things in order to be a food anchor.

After the apocalypse, Jingshu did not just sit back and eat nothing. Instead, she and her grandma grew vegetables and raised chickens, ducks, cows and other livestock. They even built a greenhouse to grow fruits. The more supplies they had in the house, the more they were organized, and no one cared about how much they had in the house. Something.

Jing Nai counted the days with her fingers and said, "When will we pick them up? How many days will they stay? Your second aunt is worried that she will stay until the 15th Lantern Festival, and she won't be able to get away."

A table was filled with sumptuous meals, exuding tempting aromas. As Sangu served the last staple food, a large pot of longevity noodles with a dozen poached eggs and spring onions on top, which looked very delicious.

Today's meal is a bit rich, and there is also a bottle of Xiao Laojiao, which is Jing's father's collection.

"Don't worry, Mom, they will go back within a few days, I promise." Jingshu raised the corners of her mouth and said with great certainty, how could she still think about living in the house when the house would be submerged.

Jing Nai didn't say anything anymore, but scooped a bowl of noodles and two eggs for Master Jing, "Tangtangtang, look at how you filled the room with cigarettes. Today you are the birthday boy, so you don't have to eat anything else. You must have this." food."

Jing Shu was in a trance, it turned out to be Master Jing’s birthday! It’s just that the old lady follows the lunar calendar, so she still doesn’t follow the lunar calendar. Every Spring Festival, she only knows what day it is by looking at the calendar on her phone.

Master Jing smacked his lips and put away the cigarette with a sneer, "Hey, doesn't this smell like smoking some cigarettes with rice? The old man Zhang across the street always asked me if our family eats and fishes every day... Ahem, birthday boy If you don’t live long, I don’t like this, but I must eat this longevity noodles.”

Master Jing huffed and puffed and ate a bowl of noodles and two poached eggs, and the whole family finally got going. Today's table of dishes was cooked by Jing Nai herself and prepared by San Gu: fried small yellow croaker, green-skinned cucumber, bacon and garlic sprouts, smoked duck, old chicken in clay pot, preserved egg with chopped pepper, braised pork ribs, braised catfish, etc. More meat and less vegetables.

Most of the meat is processed frozen meat. After all, there is a shortage of fresh vegetables in the villa. Recently, the vegetables grown in the villa cannot keep up with everyone's consumption. The vegetables grown in Jingshu's space have all been made into dried vegetables.

Dad Jing handed over another small glass of wine and said with a smile: "The conditions are just like this now. The news said that the disaster is over and dawn is not far away. It will take two or three years for the conditions to return to the previous ones. By then, Let’s celebrate your 90th birthday properly.”

Master Jing raised his head and drank a glass of wine. He smacked his lips in enjoyment and waved his hands, "I tell you, old man, we shouldn't have spent so much money today. Look at this big table of food. It's a waste after all. We're having this family meeting today." , I also want to ask everyone’s opinions.”

Jingshu also took out a bowl of poached egg noodles. She took a bite of the round poached eggs, and the yolk came out. She swallowed them whole. The eggs that had been moistened by the spiritual spring were particularly fragrant. She would never get tired of eating this kind of delicacy every day.

"Master, what do you want to ask for?" Jing Shu was curious. It had been a long time since Master Jing was so serious about holding a family meeting.

The third aunt carried a large Wucheng-style teapot and poured hot milk tea for everyone. Pieces of pure white milk skin floated on the coffee-colored milk tea. Since the flood of milk, everyone has become accustomed to drinking milk tea as water.

Different from pearl milk tea, Wucheng's milk tea is made from pure milk, added with fragrant tea salt, and then carefully brewed butter milk skin. Take a sip on this cold and apocalyptic day, and you will get a rich and mellow aroma. It immediately spreads in the taste buds, chewing the thick milk skin, not to mention how bad it is.

Milk tea was once an indispensable cold-repelling drink on the Wucheng dining table. It was drunk before meals, when you were thirsty, and when you were hungry. Now it is a luxury product.

But Jingshu also likes to drink pearl milk tea. The milk tea mixed with milk and black tea plus rose water or chocolate is like an afternoon dessert for ladies, but the salty milk tea in Wucheng has a bit more mellow flavor, and she likes it. I like it, just like salty tofu and sweet tofu, each has its own flavor.

Jingshu's family had too much milk, so Jingshu boiled it into a can of milk skin, which was also an indispensable snack for Jingshu.

Master Jing raised his head and drank another glass of wine, while inviting everyone to eat, he sighed: "There have been rumors recently that the big earthquake has been going on for two or three months. According to the previous urine, there may be another disaster. , but now there is no movement at all. Does that mean that the apocalypse is coming to an end, as the news said?"

There may be one more chapter, I don’t know if I can catch up.