Wasteland Farming, Manual for Raising Human Cubs

Chapter 111 111 It’s snowing

Zhao Gang, who was installing a water pipe, watched his cub go out happily and return home dejected.

He knew everything that happened in the territory. Without waiting for Zhao Xiaoxiu to speak, he knew that she wanted to say that Bai Cailing and others wanted to come to his house to recharge.

Zhao Gang nodded and said, "They can come, just stay at the door."

The excess electricity can be exchanged for points, and every bit counts, which can be saved up to buy yogurt for the cubs.

This result was completely within Zhao Xiaoxiu's expectations. She picked up the walkie-talkie and repeated what Zhao Gang said on the public channel.

Just as he finished speaking, the walkie-talkie ran out of battery and turned off.

Zhao Xiaoxiu took it to the socket to charge it, then sat down on a small stool next to it, holding his chin with both hands, looking depressed.

Zhao Gang said with concern: "If you don't want Sheng Qingyang to come, Dad can help you reject her."

Zhao Xiaoxiu hurriedly shook her head, "No, no, I'll just be depressed for a while." To commemorate her happy childhood that was about to be lost.

Zhao Xiaoxiu knew that Sheng Qingyang only looked gentle, but was actually a ruthless person.

So from the moment she opened her mouth, I had already guessed what kind of life she would live in the future.

There is no free lunch in this world. If you want to control power, you must pay something.

As for Dad, he is not the same kind as humans after all. Those simple and rough practical trainings are indeed constantly stimulating her potential.

But without systematic learning, she was always vague about the power she controlled.

Sometimes I feel like I can do it, and sometimes I feel insignificant, and my control over various abilities is sometimes good and sometimes bad.

But living in this wasteland, there is no school to teach her.

With this in mind, Sheng Qingyang, who took the initiative to extend the invitation, became the only choice.

Sister Sheng is a pretty nice person. She even knitted a scarf for her. She shouldn’t be too harsh on the child, right?

Zhao Xiaoxiu took a deep breath and suddenly stood up from the bench.

She just wants to become stronger, so what does it matter if she has to endure a little hardship to become stronger!
Zhao Xiaoxiu clenched his fist and cheered himself up: "Little knife skills, I will take you down!"

"Dad, I'm going to find Peter Pan and Monkey Sister~"

The child's expression changed suddenly. Zhao Gang was still worrying about how to comfort her, but the little girl suddenly recovered.

He waved goodbye to him and shouted, "Monkey Sister! Peter Pan!" and jumped towards the pond.

Zhao Gang chuckled helplessly and said, "Then I wish her all the best."

The old father feels proud and gratified to have a daughter who knows how to become stronger and work hard to make progress.

It took Zhao Gang a whole day to replace all the water pipes in his home with new ones and connect them to the water tower.

But there is no water in the water tower yet, so it cannot be used for the time being.

But arranging the infrastructure first can save a lot of trouble when improving it later.

In the evening, Zhao Gang cooked the four small fish that Dongfang Ling sent. He stewed two of them in soup and grilled two of them. Zhao Xiaoxiu and Monkey Sister ate until their mouths were full of grease. They were very satisfied and felt that they would not trade this good life for anything less than being a god.

Peter Pan in the pond could only look at the lighted cottage in the distance and fall asleep alone at the bottom of the water.

Winter is coming, and it needs a nap. Zhao Xiaoxiu touched his chest and sensed Peter Pan's strong consciousness.

This sense of connection and bond is truly magical.

Zhao Xiaoxiu raised her head and looked at her father who was busy in front of the stove. They also had a bond, which was many times deeper than Peter Pan's.

Zhao Gang sensed something and looked back, only to see the cub grinning at him.

The little face was roasted red by the charcoal fire, and the burning flames were reflected in the eyes, twinkling like stars.

"Dad, will Peter Pan become completely different from other floating fish?" Zhao Xiaoxiu asked curiously. Zhao Gang shook his head, "I can't predict the evolution of organisms."

Zhao Xiaoxiu: "Okay."

But she is still full of expectations for Peter Pan, maybe it will evolve to the point where it can leave the pond.

Then she can ride the fish and fly in the sky!

Before going to bed, Zhao Xiaoxiu happily imagined in her mind the scene of herself and Peter Pan flying freely in the sky, hoping that she could really dream about it.

White snow flakes are falling from the sky.

The quiet earth was soon covered with a layer of silvery-white film, reflecting bright light.

The planting area, which was originally pitch dark, became bright, and the mountains and forests in the distance and the stone bridge and cottage nearby could be seen.

The snow fell silently, and the people in their sleep did not notice it.

It was not until the bright light came in from the window in the early morning that the people who had just woken up realized that everything outside the house was silvery white.

"It's snowing?!" Zhao Xiaoxiu excitedly jumped off the bed and rushed to the balcony without even putting on her clothes.

After a night of snow, the ground was covered with a light layer of white. The sky and the earth seemed to be connected together, creating a vast expanse of white.

Two car horns beeped.

It was from a patrol car.

Soldiers held loud speakers to remind the lords to keep the crops in the fields warm.

By the way, I would like to remind the lords who have ordinary housing conditions to clear the snow outside the roof in time to avoid tragedies.

"A-choo!" Zhao Xiaoxiu suddenly felt a cool air rushing into her neck and she couldn't help but sneeze.

I didn’t dare stay on the balcony naked anymore, so I quickly closed the doors and windows and ran back to the bedroom to put on my cotton coat and trousers.

She put on her Little Red Riding Hood and ran downstairs happily.

"Is it up?" Zhao Gang asked with concern from the tool shed.

Zhao Xiaoxiu responded with a "hmm" and couldn't wait to open the door and run out.

As I suddenly stepped into the silvery white world, I couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"

There was a layer of snow covering the front of the house, clean and flat, and no one had stepped on it yet.

Zhao Xiaoxiu stepped on it, leaving a small footprint of her own, and felt inexplicably satisfied.

"Squeak!"

Sister Monkey appeared and left a line of footprints on the clean snow as she ran. Zhao Xiaoxiu suddenly felt lost because she didn't have time to take a few more steps.

Sister Monkey happily picked up the cub and carried it on her shoulders, saying, "Let's go and play in the snow!"
Facing the cotton-like snowflakes, the monkey and the child ran wildly in the snow, leaving footprints all over the smooth snow that had not been damaged. Zhao Xiaoxiu's slight sense of loss disappeared in an instant.

The entire territory was filled with her "hahahaha" laughter and Sister Monkey's excited screams.

Zhao Gang shook his head helplessly, not wanting to remind the cub that she seemed to have forgotten the agreement she had made with Sheng Qingyang today.

Sheng Qingyang came when she said she would, and even snow could not stop her determination to accept a disciple.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Sheng Qingyang jumped out of the patrol car, carrying a bulging backpack on his back, and appeared at the entrance of Territory No. 13 on time.

When she looked up, she saw Zhao Xiaoxiu playing happily with monkeys in the snow.

The little man wrapped himself into a ball, wearing a bright red woolen hat on his head, and nimbly played snowball fights with the macaque.

The thin layer of snow on the ground was worn away by the two of them, revealing the dark soil underneath.

Looking at the little guy running around, full of energy and not feeling tired at all, Sheng Qingyang nodded with satisfaction.
This energy is perfect for practicing with the sword!
(End of this chapter)