bestfiction Chapter 189 The sun is so warm!
Chapter 189 The sun is so warm!
"If only this could all be planted with crops!" Tashan's voice came through the walkie-talkie after the convoy had been driving for a while.
"Brother Shan, have you ever grown crops?" The little girl had grown up in the city and had never been to the countryside before the apocalypse.
"Of course it's been planted. This land is much flatter than the land back home. If we used large agricultural machinery, it would save a lot of effort!" Tashan said.
"Yes! It's a pity. With the apocalypse, it seems like nothing grows under the blood sun!" Shao Bing said.
Whether it was Jiao Jiao or Xu Si, the potatoes they planted all failed to grow.
Xu Si's potatoes still showed some promise, even though they were eventually eaten by Nirvana.
However, Jiao Jiao's potatoes died without any apparent reason after being buried.
Xu Si was also troubled, as he hadn't been able to find a botanist or agronomist for so long to obtain a sequence awakening potion.
If the convoy had such a sequence, perhaps there would be no need to rely on collecting supply points at all.
Self-sufficiency for the fleet is not a dream.
The flat wasteland seemed to have no end.
It reminded everyone of snowfields, the Gobi Desert, and all the unpleasant experiences they had had.
The dry wind whipped up fine sand and gravel, which pattered against the car body, making a rustling sound.
The sticky dampness of the rainy world seemed to have been swept away by that big guy.
The scorching heat and roughness of the air seemed to constantly prove that this was a completely different world from the world of rain.
Brief conversations occasionally came through the walkie-talkie, but most of the time only the roar of engines and the sound of wind could be heard.
The devastating destruction in Yanshi left people with not only memories, but also an unforgettable aftertaste.
Xu Si gripped the steering wheel of the "Nirvana" and felt the monotonous, drowsy wasteland scenery rushing past the car window.
His stellar pulses maintained a certain range of perception, keeping a watchful eye on any possible anomalies.
All memories can only be slowly crushed by time.
The convoy traveled for nearly three hours across the scorching wasteland, as the blood-red sun gradually rose to its zenith, baking the unshielded earth with intense heat.
The dry wind, carrying sand and dust, kept slapping against the car windows, making a fine, continuous rustling sound, which reminded Xu Si of the swarm of 'blood mosquitoes' he had encountered in the swamp.
"It's too quiet." Jiao Jiao's voice came through the walkie-talkie, sounding utterly bored.
Although I've become accustomed to the monotony of the apocalypse.
However, for the naturally lively Jiao Jiao, complaining is also a form of entertainment.
"Sister Jiao Jiao, isn't it good that it's quiet? Quiet means everything is safe and sound!" Xiao Luo liked this feeling.
It's no wonder Jiao Jiao complained, because it was indeed a bit too quiet.
Aside from the sounds of the wind, the engine, and the crunching of tires over gravel, there was nothing else.
There were no insects chirping, no birds singing, and not even raindrops hitting the car windows.
"Captain Fu, we've been driving for three hours straight. Should we find a place to rest for a bit?" Shao Bing's voice came through the walkie-talkie, steady yet tinged with barely perceptible fatigue.
Prolonged periods of intense driving and high alertness are exhausting for all drivers.
Fu Xiaojian glanced at the mileage on the instrument panel, then looked through the windshield at the seemingly endless wasteland ahead.
"Hold on for another half hour. Keep an eye on your surroundings and look for possible cover or higher ground."
"receive."
The channel fell silent again.
Xu Si's starry eyes shifted slightly, a scarlet light flowing within them.
In his perception, apart from the life and energy fluctuations emanating from the convoy itself, the energy field of this wasteland was terrifyingly barren, as if all the "nutrients" had been drained by that big guy.
This reminded him of the abandoned mines left behind by overexploitation before the apocalypse, leaving only emptiness and desolation.
The convoy drove for another twenty minutes or so.
The wasteland remained monotonously silent, the land so flat it looked as if it had been deliberately trimmed.
Having no other choice, Fu Xiaojian could only give the order.
"The convoy slowed down and regrouped to rest."
Tashan planted his hands on the ground, creating a windbreak for the convoy.
It shielded us from the oncoming sandstorms.
"Take a break and rehydrate. Check the vehicle's condition," Fu Xiaojian ordered.
The group silently carried out the order.
Drink water, eat dry food, check tires and fuel levels.
Jiao Jiao jumped off the pickup truck, her face flushed from the sun. She gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, then approached Xu Si's "Nirvana" and curiously touched its cold, menacing body.
"Brother Dao, are you selling this car?" The little girl was now debt-free and already dreaming before the sun had even set.
Xu Si ignored her and leaned against the car door, closing his eyes to sense the energy flow from the star anchor.
The sequence was progressing much faster than in the Rain World, which improved his mood slightly.
"Redhead, say something! At least name your price!"
Her pickup truck is practically a junkyard; it might just break down any minute now.
Xu Si's car was not only durable, but it could also come back to life, which she greatly envied.
"What do you think? If it were you, would you sell it?"
"I can!" the little girl said decisively.
"Get out of here! Get as far away as you can!" Xu Si was too lazy to argue with the little girl.
"Hmph... It's just a broken car... Even if you gave it to me for free... even if you knelt down and begged me to give it to you, I would still..." the little girl muttered relentlessly.
"What about you?" Xu Si wanted to hear what she had to say.
"Of course I'll thank you too!" the little girl said matter-of-factly, completely ignoring Xu Si's eye-rolling that was about to roll back.
Su Su walked over and gently tugged at her. "Stop fooling around, let Xu Si rest."
Jiao Jiao pouted, finally calming down a bit. She sat down next to Su Su in the shade of the stone wall that Tashan had created, munching on a biscuit, but her eyes still kept glancing at the dark red car.
Jiao Jiao snorted and turned her head away.
Her pickup truck was indeed in dire need of repairs. It had been bumped and knocked along the way, and Wang Hu had to fix it with his own welding. The truck bed was in terrible condition, and most of the windows were broken.
It's nothing compared to Xu Si's self-repairing monster.
On the other side, Chen Pei and Tang Jinxiu did not hide in the shadows, but sat in the sunlight.
They cherished this warmth at that moment, even though it was unbearably hot.
Tang Jinxiu held a bottle of water in her hand, but did not drink it. She just stared blankly at the water droplets condensing on the bottle.
Leaving the salt market, leaving behind the rain curtain that held all their memories, a lingering sense of unease remained.
Chen Pei gazed at the swirling, distorted heatwave on the distant horizon and suddenly spoke softly, "Sister Jinxiu."
"Um?"
"The sun is so warm!" he said calmly.
Tang Jinxiu turned her head to look at his handsome but pale profile and softly hummed in agreement.
"Yes! The sun is so warm!"