bookbashuk Chapter 200 That's called freedom
Chapter 200 That's called freedom
Xu Si hovered in mid-air, his gaze sweeping over the small figures huddled inside the snail shell.
DouDou's eyes were incredibly bright as it clung to the edge of the snail shell, with half of its body sticking out.
Grandma Xin hurriedly pulled her back, her cloudy eyes filled with tension.
"How long are you... going to stay here?" Grandma Xin asked tentatively.
Xu Si looked down at the convoy below.
Fu Xiaojian was looking up at him and made a gesture—stay and observe.
"We'll see!" Xu Si replied.
"If only you could stay a few more days! Niu Niu's seedlings mature in about five days, and I can give you some sweet potatoes then!" Grandma Xin offered her goodwill, her aim being to prevent the unfamiliar convoy from harming them.
However, this was hard for Xu Si to believe. It only takes five days to ripen?
No wonder these people can live without collecting supplies.
However, Xu Si and the others definitely won't be able to stay for five days, and Xiao Luo's psionic barrier won't last five days either.
They didn't use a strange creature as their dwelling.
Staying here for five days is just asking for something strange to come knocking on your door, isn't it?
The convoy settled down by the stream, but no one dared to truly relax.
Jiao Jiao stared longingly at the clear stream, then at the strangely swaying bushes, and finally just used a towel to dab some water and carefully wipe her cheeks.
Actually, her cheeks weren't dirty; a cleansing treatment would have left her completely clean, but she liked the cool, skin-friendly feel of it.
Su Su stood beside her, but her gaze remained fixed on the vortex shell on the cliff.
After understanding the general situation, Xu Si stopped staying in mid-air.
"You mean things can be grown inside this vortex cow?" Fu Xiaojian thought of many things in an instant.
"From what they said, it seems they have a lot of sweet potatoes, and we can trade some with our supplies."
Fu Xiaojian, however, was thinking about something else entirely.
Since their migration, not only has Xu Si been consciously collecting seeds, but Fu Xiaojian has also been consciously collecting seeds.
He now has rice and wheat, and he even kept two potatoes for himself.
In addition, there were some seeds that he didn't know what they were.
They were either collected at supply depots or exchanged with other convoys.
He was waiting for the day when these seeds would have a chance to be used.
"Five days?" he murmured, lost in thought.
He then looked up at the enormous vortex cow that was still slowly moving down the cliff face and gave up on his idea.
"Do you have any good ideas?"
Fu Xiaojian did not want to make a deal.
Admittedly, they could exchange goods for some sweet potatoes.
However, in return, they can only eat, not grow crops, and cannot become part of the team's foundation.
If they also had a space to grow crops, wouldn't they be able to avoid risking entering the supply depot?
Who understands the feeling of seeing a treasure trove before your own eyes but not being able to possess it?
They could certainly forcibly take it, but it's too big for them to carry away!
Even if they took it, with the speed of the vortex cow, they could drive them crazy with anxiety.
Xu Si didn't have any good ideas either.
Xiao Luo has only recently been promoted to Sequence 2, and it's not appropriate for him to be forced to grow too quickly.
If he were to recklessly provide several enhancement potions and forcefully push Little Luo to Sequence 3, it would be possible to extend the duration of his psionic barrier.
But is the input and output proportional?
All they could get in return was a crop of rice or wheat, or perhaps sweet potatoes.
Ultimately, it comes down to resources, not planting capacity.
If you can get a space to grow plants, it's worth staying a few more days.
Unless Xu Si kills this vortex bull, but even if he does, there's no guarantee that the items it drops will be upgraded into planting-type rare items.
Therefore, there is indeed a bit of no solution.
……
The little ones lay inside the vortex cow's shell, watching with great interest the people bustling about below the cliff.
They paid particular attention to the older brother with red hair who could fly.
They have been left-behind children since they were young, and there are only so many people in the village during the Spring Festival.
Later, when they moved into the cow's shell, there were even fewer people.
They learn to read with Grandma Xin every day and help her cook and do chores. They only have a short time to play when Niu Niu is eating.
Although the valley is small, it has become their favorite paradise.
If it weren't for the fact that it was Niu Niu's feeding day, they wouldn't have encountered so many people.
"Sister DouDou, do you think they have grilled sausages? I want to eat grilled sausages! How about we trade them sweet potatoes?" The one who spoke was naturally the girl who called for grilled sausages.
"Why are you still thinking about grilled sausages? Isn't meat better? Besides, what's so good about grilled sausages?" Doubao wanted to eat meat!
Before the apocalypse, he lived with his grandmother, who had difficulty walking and rarely took him to the market.
Meat is rarely eaten in the village. People only get to eat meat when someone slaughters a pig, but pig slaughter usually doesn't happen until the Lunar New Year.
His parents went home for the Chinese New Year.
Only then could he eat a full bowl of meat.
Normally, his neighbors in the village would give him some meat when they ate it.
He can be happy for a long time.
"I'll eat it! Grilled sausage is the best!" Actually, I've only ever had grilled sausage once.
They were all left-behind children, and left-behind children don't have pocket money.
It's not that they don't ask for anything, but they are sensible and never ask for anything.
Even when their grandparents give them things, they mostly buy practical items like stationery and seasonings.
Sometimes, even a single spicy snack is shared among several people.
The sausage she ate was given to her by an older boy when someone came to their area to fish or camp.
She can barely remember the taste now.
Some people say they can remember something for a lifetime, but she can't remember it for that long.
In less than a year, she couldn't remember the taste anymore.
Actually, there's nothing wrong with sweet potatoes. She's been eating them since she was a child, and she knows which sweet potatoes are delicious and which are crisp.
But she just wanted to taste the sausage again.
She likes the name "grilled sausage".
She liked the older brothers who drove around with music playing.
She liked seeing them laugh; she liked having someone laugh with them.
She didn't know that was called freedom.
Wei Fuzi is a typical left-behind child; he only has his father.
DouDou only has her mother.
Now, neither of them has anything left.
Watching the steamed buns and the sausages argue, Master Wei simply observed the convoy and its people in silence.
He rarely speaks, or rather, most left-behind children are like him, rarely speaking.
It's not that I don't like to talk, it's that I have no one to talk to.
DouDou is an exception.
Master Wei's original name was Wei Fu, which means wheat bran.
Because his mother died in childbirth and his father was working away from home at the time, his name was given to him by his grandfather.
Grandpa said this child's life was full of hardships, and a humble name would make him easier to raise.
When DouDou met him, she thought his stern face was exactly like the teacher in the storybook, so she named him Master Wei.
Wei Fu neither agreed nor disagreed.
Let her be, let her do as she pleases.