I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 421: Tea
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In the early morning, I woke up, but it was pouring rain outside.
Dense vegetation provides greater water storage capacity.
The essence of the evaporation effect of plants is the same as that of evaporative radiators common in primitive industries, which can convert liquid water on the ground into water vapor.
A large number of vegetation can effectively increase the air humidity, resulting in extra abundant rainfall, which is the tropical rainforest climate that people often say before.
In the 31st century of this timeline, due to the inexplicable rise in atmospheric oxygen levels, except for some extreme climate regions, most areas are densely vegetated and look like tropical rainforests.
The amount of rain is heavy, and it is a whole day, and there are occasional floods.
Chen Feng came here for ten days, of which it rained six days and only four sunny days.
This is also one of the reasons that seriously affects the efficiency of his excavation of the site.
"Oh, I can't go."
Chen Feng sighed.
The collection of electronic equipment parts is increasing recently, and it is impossible to fit all of them into airtight pockets, and these things cannot be exposed to water.
Chen Feng stood at the door of the building and looked at the turbulent city center square outside. After thinking for a while, he decided to wait for the dark and rain to stop before leaving.
Fortunately, it is only a few hundred kilometers away from Hanzhou.
If Hanzhou is still a megacity, then there should be no other temptations along the way.
When you turn back and set off, you can go straight to Hanju.
Anyway, idle is idle, he can't sit here all day, put on waterproof training clothes, and then put on a long knife, and he stepped out of the rainwater.
Most of the key buildings in the city have been visited by him, and there is nothing to search. He plans to take a look at the suburbs near the city.
Umbrella?
That's the behavior of the weak.
The strong are not afraid of wind and rain.
Anyway, with his athletic ability, he would definitely get drenched with just two steps, so there's no need to use an umbrella at all.
The road is muddy and slippery, and from time to time he can bump into seemingly small puddles, but stepping in is a deep sinkhole.
This is pretty much pediatric.
What's really amazing is the sudden collapse of the mountain that he would run into head-on as he walked down the hillside.
A turbulent mudslide descended down the slope.
The mud covered rubble and fallen trees engulfed everything in its path.
If it is an ordinary person in the 21st century, in this kind of natural environment, he would not be able to survive for about three days, but Chen Feng has no worries about this.
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 an anxious and anticipatory mood, and then carefully picked up a bush leaf with his fingers and carefully checked it for a while.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
His wild laughter resounded through the valley, almost drowns out the sound of the torrential rain.
Why did he "adventure" the mountain without hesitation when the rain was pouring?
As a savior who shoulders the responsibility of the survival of civilization, his every move has a deep meaning, and it is impossible to do meaningless things.
After confirming that many bushes on the mountainside were what he wanted, he immediately turned into a hard-working bee in the rain and jumped up and down the mountainside.
It was still raining, and he was picking a leaf all the way, whistling, with a leaf in his mouth.
At this time he was scavenging for leaves, picking them off piece by piece and putting them in the pocket behind him.
When it was getting dark, Chen Feng finally returned to the building with a big wet bag full of clothes.
At this time, the torrential rain had subsided outside, but he did not set off decisively as originally planned. Instead, he soaked the leaves in water and washed them before spreading them out in the hall.
Looking at the nearly ten square meters of green leaves piled on the ground, he laughed.
Then he ran on the motorcycle again, took out the parts, quickly assembled several high-temperature heat lamps, and hung them neatly above the leaves scattered on the ground.
Turn on the lights.
The bright light illuminated the hall as if it were day, and it was as warm as an oven.
Chen Feng then 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, the cafeteria to get a cauldron.
A few hours later, when the leaves on the ground were almost dry, he turned the battery stove on high, threw the leaves in one by one, and started to stir fry with a large spatula.
This step is called finishing.
It was almost fried, but he wasn't afraid of the heat, so he reached in with his hands and kneaded it.
Wait until the several kilograms of leaves in front of him were rolled into strips, and then fried.
Chen Feng looked at the dried leaves left in the pot, smiled happily, picked up the water glass, threw a handful of leaves in, and poured a full glass of boiling water.
The leaves, which had just been fried by him, quickly stretched out in the water like a person stretching their waists.
When the hydrology dropped to the point where he could drink it, he took a sip, satisfied.
The smell is light, almost scentless, but his eyes are narrowed in comfort.
He took a lot of pains to get this sip.
He didn't expect to kill him, but one day he would be reduced to picking tea by himself, and then frying the tea, not the serious spring tea, but the autumn white dew with light yellow leaves.
This is really unbearable for the tea ceremony masters who are used to drinking all kinds of pre-Ming Longjing, mother tree Dahongpao, top bamboo leaf green, Piaoxue and Houkui.
But he's really nothing to be picky about.
In this 31st century where one can only ask for himself, what more can a man ask for a sip of tea?
The taste is a little weaker, and the taste is a little bit worse, but it has a little tea taste, and it's always better than nothing.
Yes, the purpose of his trip is for this tea.
It is pitiful enough for a person to live alone in this world.
I'm afraid I'll go mad if I don't have some fun for myself.
So when he woke up in the morning and found that he couldn't walk, he immediately moved his thoughts and remembered that there was a Chashan base near Hanzhou.
This Chashan base is rich in Houkui, and the taste is very good. The grades range from low to high. He took care of the business of this tea mountain back then, and basically monopolized one-third of the top-level Houkui's annual output.
As soon as he thinks of this, his heart tickles and he can't control himself, so he simply sets off to explore and try to be self-reliant.
The tea leaves that can be picked at the end of October are all scraps, and because they are not planted all year round, these tea trees are always somewhat degraded and no longer in line with human tastes.
His method of stir-frying tea is also very crude, and it's all based on his own feelings.
The final product, according to his own standards, can only be used to wash feet.
However, after losing everything, people's psychological expectations will be infinitely low, and now he is very satisfied.
While drinking tea, Chen Feng grabbed a few pieces of hand-fried tea leaves and put them under the scanning port of the quark apparatus.
Press the scan button to start scanning.
The scan progress is 1%...100%, the scan is complete.
Click the compose button to start compositing.
Buzzing...
Chen Feng's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he began to look forward to it.
As long as the synthesis is successful, it will save a lot of trouble in the future.
At the same time, he took another sip, feeling better.
Then...
Boom!
Sigh... sizzle...
He looked at the smoking quark, and then looked at the cups that were almost drained of tea, and fell into deep thought.
This is the second BOOM of the Quarkmeter.
Last time, he was the one who killed himself and used the quark meter to copy the wolf teeth that could also discharge.
He wasn't surprised, he was prepared.
But this time, he didn't expect to just copy a few tea leaves and give it to BOOM too.
Chen Feng quickly put down the cup, cut off the power supply, and turned on the quark meter to check the burnt capacitor inside.
Emmm...
The burned out capacitor is exactly the same as last time.
Damn it!
It's not that things can't be repaired, it's not a big problem with the equipment.
The big problem is that he's done drinking a full cup of tea!
The lethality of this tea is the same as that of snake gallbladder and wolf teeth. It also has the effect of anti-matter bio-battery. As a result, he soaked it and drank it!
Chen Feng never imagined this. He had to be on guard against all odds, but it was still hard to guard against.
He quickly ran back to the floating motorcycle, prepared all kinds of emergency medicines that had expired for 500 years, and at the same time began to repair the quark device quickly, and thoughtfully recalled how the original quark therapy device worked. I wonder if I can transform another spare quark meter into a healing machine.
He thought about it for about thirty seconds before giving up.
This is unrealistic and beyond my capabilities.
He couldn't do anything, he could only wait, thinking about it in his mind.
Can the resuscitation factor save lives if the car rolls over?
In what form do positrons cause damage within themselves?
Exploding?
Overpower?
Or just let my organs fail?
What will happen?
Next, Chen Feng was anxiously waiting for a reaction in his body.
An hour has passed.
Two hours.
Three hours.
No response at all.
When Chen Feng came back to his senses, he realized that he was standing in front of the wok with a shovel in his hand again, sweating profusely, and the second pot of tea was about to come out.
Huh?
I... what am I doing?
Isn't this tea not drinkable?
Why am I frying again?
Oh, forget it, this pot is almost cooked anyway, it's a pity to waste it.
After frying the second pot, he was a little sleepy and went to sleep again.
He didn't sleep very well this night, he was always tossing and turning, and he would receive some strange signals from time to time in his mind, a bit like the tinnitus of a patient with severe insomnia.
Another morning, the sun was shining in the city center square outside, frogs were croaking, and the little bugs and beasts were revived.
Chen Feng woke up from the tent, looking at the tea leaves left on the ground, and fell into deep thought.
Since I slept peacefully without incident, it means that the tea did not cause any harm to me.
After hesitating for a while, he resolutely took another cup.
Since it's okay, let's drink it.
Anyway, I'm also a cultivator, and I already have some characteristics of Z bacteria in my body. Coupled with the recovery factor, I shouldn't be so fragile, so I continue to fry tea.
There is no way to copy it, so let's stock up on it yourself~IndoMTL.com~ Things seem strange, but in fact, there is a certain degree of inevitability.
Drinking tea is one of Chen Feng's few hobbies. It is higher than a hobby and is slightly addictive. There are some wonderful connections between his emotions and tea, just like the human leadership in "Song of the World". Under the penetration, various small hobbies formed by unconsciously enlarged thinking.
He wouldn't act so out of control if other things and people were distracting him.
Unfortunately, this time in the 31st century, he is the only one on earth.
He has been alone for ten days.
The emptiness in his heart was gradually magnified, giving his own hobbies an opportunity to take advantage of.
When he thinks of tea, the stimulation of the cerebral cortex is quietly activated, so he takes action.
Another busy day, he packed up and left.
This time, go straight to Hanzhou.