I Really Didn't Want to Be the Savior

Chapter 423

In the morning, I got up, but it rained cats and dogs outside.

Dense vegetation brings stronger water storage capacity.

The essence of plant evaporation effect is the same as the common evaporation radiator in primitive industry, which can convert the liquid water on the ground into water vapor.

A large number of vegetation can effectively improve air humidity, resulting in extra abundant rain, which is what people used to call the tropical rain forest climate.

In the 31st century of this timeline, due to the inexplicable rise of atmospheric oxygen content, except for some extreme climate areas, most areas have dense vegetation and look like tropical rain forests.

There is a lot of rain. One is a whole day, and sometimes there are floods.

Chen Feng came here for ten days, six of which were raining, and only four sunny days.

This is also one of the reasons that seriously affect the efficiency of his excavation of sites.

"Oh, I can't go."

Chen Feng sighed.

Recently, more and more electronic equipment parts have been collected. It is impossible to put them all in sealed pockets. These things can't be drenched with water.

Chen Feng stood at the door of the building, looked at the turbulent city center square outside, considered it for a long time, and decided to wait until it was dark and the rain stopped.

Fortunately, it is only a few hundred kilometers away from Hanzhou.

If Hanzhou is still a megacity, there should be no other temptation along the way.

When you start back, you can go straight to Hanzhou.

Anyway, being idle is also idle. He can't sit here all day, put on waterproof training clothes and hang a long knife. He stepped out of the door in the rain.

Most of the key buildings in the city have been visited by him. There is nothing to search. He plans to take a walk in the suburbs near the city.

hold an umbrella?

That's the behavior of the weak.

A strong man is not afraid of wind and rain.

Anyway, with his athletic ability, he must be drenched with a little running for two steps, so there is no need to hold an umbrella at all.

The road was muddy and slippery. From time to time, he could hit what looked like a small puddle, but stepping in was a deep pit.

This is pediatrics.

What's really powerful is the sudden collapse of the mountain when he walks down the hillside.

The violent debris flow flows down the slope.

Mud wrapped in rubble and collapsed trees flooded and swallowed everything along the way.

If you are an ordinary person in the 21st century, you can't live for about three days in this natural environment. Chen Feng doesn't worry about this. He turns and moves like a monkey in the rainstorm.

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 full of low shrubs.

Chen Feng approached the Bush slowly with a feeling of uneasy expectation, then carefully twisted a bush leaf with his finger and examined it carefully for a long time.

"Ha ha ha!"

His wild laughter rang through the valley, almost over the sound of the rainstorm.

Why did he take the trouble to "venture" up the mountain when the rainstorm poured?

As a savior who shoulders the important task of the survival of civilization, his every move has deep meaning, and he can never do meaningless things.

After making sure that many shrubs in the hillside were what he wanted, he immediately turned into industrious bees in the rain and jumped up and down the hillside.

The rain was still falling. With a leaf in his mouth, he whistled and picked it all the way.

At this time, he was searching for leaves everywhere, picking them off one by one and putting them in his pocket behind him.

When it was getting dark, Chen Feng finally returned to the building with a big wet cloth bag full of clothes.

At this time, the rainstorm outside gradually stopped, but he did not start decisively according to the original plan. Instead, he first soaked the leaves in water and washed them, and then spread them in the hall.

Looking at nearly ten square meters of green leaves piled on the ground, he laughed.

Then he ran on the motorcycle, took out the parts, quickly assembled several high-temperature heat lamps, and hung them neatly over the leaves spread on the ground.

Turn on the light.

The bright light illuminated the hall as if it were day, warm as an oven.

Then Chen Feng moved out the induction cooker and went to a room in the building where he had been once, that is, to get a big pot in the canteen.

An hour or so later, when the leaves on the ground were almost dry, he turned up the battery stove, sprinkled the leaves one by one, and began to stir fry with a large spatula.

This step is called killing green.

It was almost fried. He was not afraid of scalding. He put his hands in it and rubbed it.

He rolled the several kilograms of leaves in front of him into strips, and then fried them.

Chen Feng looked at the dry leaves left in the pot, smiled happily, picked up the water cup, threw in a handful of leaves, and then poured a full cup of boiling water.

The leaves that had just been fried by him stretched out quickly in the water as if they were stretching.

When the water fell to the point where he could drink, he took a sip and was satisfied.

The taste was light and almost odorless, but he was so comfortable that he narrowed his eyes.

He really took great pains for this small bite.

He didn't expect that one day he would be reduced to picking tea and frying tea himself. What is fried is not serious spring tea, but autumn White Dew with yellow leaves and light taste.

This is really unforgettable for tea ceremony leaders who are used to drinking all kinds of Longjing, mother tree Dahongpao, top bamboo leaf green, floating snow and monkey Kui before the Ming Dynasty.

But he really has nothing to be picky about.

A man living in this thirty-first century, where everything can only be for himself, can have a mouthful of tea. What does a husband want?

The taste is a little weak and the taste is a little bad, but at least it tastes like tea. It can always be better than nothing.

Yes, the purpose of his trip is for this tea.

It's enough to live alone in this world.

I'm afraid I'll go crazy if I don't have some fun.

So when he got up in the morning, he found that he couldn't go, so he immediately moved his mind and remembered that there was a Chashan base near Hanzhou.

This Chashan base is rich in monkey Kui. It tastes very good and has grades from low to high. He took care of the business of Chashan and basically monopolized one-third of the annual output of the top monkey Kui.

At the thought of this, he was itchy and uncontrollable. He simply set out to have a look and try to be self reliant.

The tea that can be picked at the end of October can be regarded as leftover materials, and because there is no planting all year round, these tea trees are somewhat degraded and no longer in line with human taste.

His tea frying technique is also very rough, all by his own feeling.

This final finished product can only be used to wash feet according to his own standards.

However, after losing everything, people's psychological expectation will be infinitely low, and now they are satisfied.

While drinking tea, Chen Feng grabbed several pieces of tea fried by hand and put them under the scanning mouth of the quark meter.

Press the scan button to start scanning.

Scan progress 1%... 100%, scan complete.

Click the synthesis button to start synthesis.

Buzzing

Chen Feng's heart beat faster and began to look forward to it.

As long as the synthesis is successful, it will be much easier in the future.

At the same time, he took another heavy drink, which was great.

Then

Boom!

Hiss... Zizi

He looked at the smoking quark meter and the cup of tea that had almost been drunk, and fell into meditation.

This is the second boom drop of the quark meter.

Last time, he killed himself and copied the wolf teeth that can also discharge with a quark instrument.

He was not surprised and prepared.

But this time, he didn't expect that just copying a few tea leaves would be lost by boom.

Chen Feng quickly put down the cup, cut off the power supply, and then turn on the quark meter to check the burned capacitor inside.

Emmm……

The capacitor burned is as like as two peas last time.

be finished!

Things can't be repaired. There's no problem with the equipment.

The big problem is that he has finished drinking a full cup of tea!

The lethality of this tea is the same as that of snake gall and wolf teeth. It also has the effect of antimatter biological battery. As a result, he soaked it and drank it!

Chen Feng did not expect that it would be impossible to defend against thousands of things.

He hurried back to the floating motorcycle and prepared all kinds of first-aid drugs that had expired for 500 years. At the same time, he began to quickly repair the quark instrument, recalled how the original quark therapeutic instrument worked, and wondered whether he could transform another standby quark instrument into a therapeutic instrument.

He pondered for about thirty seconds and gave up decisively.

It's unrealistic. It's beyond our ability.

He can do nothing but wait and think in his mind.

In case of overturning, can the recovery factor save lives?

In what form do positrons cause damage in their bodies?

Explosion?

Over power?

Or just let me fail?

What will happen?

Next, Chen Feng has been nervously waiting for the reaction in the body.

An hour passed.

Two hours.

three hours.

No response at all.

When Chen Feng recovered, he found that he was standing in front of the frying pan sweating with a shovel in his hand, and the second pot of tea was coming out.

Eh?

I... what am I doing?

Can't you drink this tea?

Why did I fire again?

Alas, forget it. Anyway, this pot is almost cooked. 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 well. He always turned over and over. From time to time, he would receive some strange signals in his mind, which was a bit like the tinnitus of a patient with severe insomnia.

Another morning, outside the city center square, the sun was shining, frogs croaked endlessly, and small insects and animals recovered their vitality.

Chen Feng woke up from the tent and looked at most of the tea left on the ground and fell into meditation.

Since I slept steadily and nothing happened, it means that the tea didn't hurt me.

After a short hesitation, he made another cup decisively.

Since it's okay, drink it.

Anyway, I'm also a colonial magic war. I already have the characteristics of some Z bacteria in my body. Coupled with the recovery factor, I should not be so fragile. Therefore, continue to fry tea.

If you can't copy it, you can store more goods yourself.

Things look wonderful, but in fact, they are inevitable to some extent.

Drinking tea is one of Chen Feng's few hobbies. The degree is higher than his hobby. He is a little addicted. There are some wonderful connections between his emotions and tea, just like the various hobbies formed by the human leadership unconsciously enlarging their thinking under the infiltration of the song of the world.

If there were other things and people to distract him, he wouldn't behave so out of control.

But unfortunately, he is the only one on earth in the 31st century.

He has been alone for ten days.

His inner emptiness was gradually magnified, which gave him an opportunity to take advantage of his hobby.

When he thought of tea, the stimulation of cerebral cortex was quietly activated, so he took action.

Another busy day, he packed up and left.

This time, go straight to Hanzhou.