I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

In the early morning, when I got up, it was raining heavily outside.

Dense vegetation brings greater water storage capacity.

The evaporative effect of plants is essentially the same as the common evaporative radiators in primitive industries, which can convert liquid water on the ground into water vapor.

A large amount of vegetation can effectively increase air humidity, resulting in extra abundant rain.

This is what people used to call the tropical rainforest climate.

In the thirty-first century of this timeline, due to the inexplicable increase in atmospheric oxygen content, except for some extreme climate areas, most areas have dense vegetation and look like tropical rainforests.

It rains heavily, lasting all day, and there are occasional floods.

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

This is also one of the reasons that seriously affected his efficiency in excavating ruins.

"Oh, I can't leave."

Chen Feng sighed.

Recently, I have collected more and more electronic equipment parts, and it is impossible to put them all into sealed bags.

These things cannot be wetted yet, it will only delay time.

Chen Feng stood at the door of the building, looking at the turbulence in the central square of the city outside. After thinking for a long time, he decided to wait until it got dark and the rain stopped before leaving.

There are only a few hundred kilometers away from Hanzhou. If Hanzhou is still a huge city, there should be no other temptations along the way.

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

After all, idleness is idle, and he can't just sit here all day long.

After thinking for a moment, he put on waterproof training clothes, put on a long knife, and stepped out of the door through the rain.

He had already visited most of the key buildings in the city, and there was nothing to search. He planned to take a walk around the suburbs near the city.

Hold an 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 be soaked to the skin after just two steps, so there was no need to hold an umbrella.

The road was muddy and slippery, and from time to time he would bump into what looked like small puddles, but when he stepped into them, they turned out to be deep pits.

This is quite childish.

What's really powerful is the sudden collapse of the mountain that he will hit head-on while walking down the hillside.

A violent and violent mudslide flowed down the slope.

Mud coated debris and fallen trees flooded and swallowed everything in its path.

An ordinary person in the 21st century would probably not survive more than three days in such a natural environment. Chen Feng had no worries about this, and he rolled around in the heavy rain with as much dexterity as a monkey.

At this time, he was walking down the hillside towards 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 nervous anticipation, then carefully picked up a bush leaf with his fingers and examined it carefully for a long time.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

His wild laughter echoed throughout the valley, almost drowning out the sound of the rain.

Why would he take the trouble to "risk" going up the mountain when it was pouring with rain?

As a savior who shoulders the heavy responsibility of the survival of civilization, every move he makes has a profound meaning, and he will never do anything meaningless.

After confirming that many of the shrubs on the mountainside were what he wanted, he immediately transformed into a hard-working bee in the rain and jumped up and down the mountainside.

The rain is still falling.

He held a leaf in his mouth, whistling, and picked it as he walked.

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

When it was getting dark, Chen Feng finally returned to the building carrying a large, wet cloth bag filled with water.

At this time, the heavy rain outside gradually subsided, but he did not set off decisively as planned. Instead, he soaked the leaves in water and washed them clean, and then spread them in the hall.

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

Then he got on his motorcycle, took out the parts, and quickly assembled several high-temperature heat lamps, which were hung neatly above the leaves scattered on the ground.

Turn on the lights.

The bright light illuminated the hall as if it were daytime, and it was as warm as an oven.

Then Chen Feng went to the side to move out the induction cooker, and then went to a room in the building that he had been to once before, which was the cafeteria, to get a big pot.

After a few hours, the leaves on the ground were almost dry, so he turned up the temperature of the battery stove, sprinkled the leaves in handfuls, and began to stir-fry with a large spatula.

This step is called finishing.

It was almost done, so he wasn't afraid of burning it, so he put his hands in and kneaded it.

He waits until all the kilograms of leaves are rolled into strips and then fried.

Chen Feng looked at the remaining dried leaves in the pot, smiled happily, picked up the water cup, threw in a handful of leaves, and poured a full cup of boiling water on it.

The leaves that had just been fried by him quickly stretched out in the water like a person stretching.

When the water temperature dropped to the point where he could drink it, he took a sip, satisfied.

The taste was very light, with almost no aroma, but he felt so comfortable that he squinted his eyes.

He really worked hard for this small bite.

Even to his death, he never imagined that one day he would be reduced to picking tea by himself and then frying tea. What he was frying was not serious spring tea, but autumn white dew with yellow leaves and light taste.

This is really unpalatable to tea masters who are accustomed to drinking various Mingqian Longjing, Mother Tree Dahongpao, top-quality Bamboo Leaf Green, Piao Xue and Hou Kui.

But he really has nothing to find fault with.

Living in the 31st century, when a person can only seek for himself in everything, what else can he ask for if he can have a sip of tea?

The taste is a bit bland and the texture is a bit worse, but at least it has a hint of tea flavor, which is better than nothing at all.

That's right, the purpose of his trip was just for this sip of tea.

It is pitiful enough for a person to live alone in this world.

If I don't have some fun, I'm really afraid I'll go crazy.

So when he got up in the morning, he found that he couldn't walk, so he immediately thought about it and remembered that there was a tea mountain base near Hanzhou.

This tea mountain base is rich in Houkui, which tastes very good and ranges from low to high grades.

He himself took care of the tea mountain business, and basically monopolized one-third of the annual output of the top monkey king.

When he thought of this, he felt itchy and couldn't control himself, so he simply packed up and set out to explore and try to be self-reliant.

The tea leaves that can be picked at the end of October can be regarded as scraps, and because no one has planted them all year round, the tea tree varieties are always somewhat degraded and no longer in line with human tastes.

His tea-frying technique is also very rough and relies entirely on his own feeling.

The final product, according to his own standards, could only be used to wash feet.

However, after a person loses everything, his psychological expectations will be infinitely low, and now he is extremely satisfied.

While Chen Feng was drinking tea, he grabbed a few more hand-fried tea leaves and put them under the scanning port of the quark meter.

Press the scan button to start scanning.

Scan progress 1%...100%, scanning completed.

Click the synthesis button to start compositing.

Buzz buzz...

Chen Feng's heartbeat gradually accelerated and he 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 deep sip of warm tea, which felt very refreshing.

Then……

Bang!

Tsk...sssssssss...

He looked at the smoking quark instrument, and then at the water glass that was almost empty of tea, and fell into deep thought.

This is the second time Quark Meter has BOOM.

Last time, he committed suicide by using a quark instrument to copy the wolf fangs that could also discharge electricity.

He was not surprised by this and was mentally prepared.

But this time, he didn't expect that just a few tea leaves were copied, and they were lost by BOOM.

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

Emmm…

The burned capacitor is exactly the same as last time.

Done!

It's not that things can't be repaired, but the equipment isn't a big problem.

The big problem was that he had already finished his full cup of tea!

The lethality of this tea was the same as that of snake gallbladder and wolf fangs, and it also had the effect of an antimatter biological battery, but he drank it after soaking it!

Chen Feng never expected that despite all the precautions, he would still be unable to defend himself in the end.

I've thrown myself into a trap!

He quickly ran back to the floating motorcycle and prepared various emergency medicines that had been expired for 500 years. At the same time, he began to quickly repair the quark device. He also thought hard about how the original quark treatment device worked and wondered if it could be used. Convert another spare quark meter into a healing device.

He thought about it for about thirty seconds and gave up decisively.

This is unrealistic and beyond the capabilities.

There was nothing he could do but wait and think about it in his mind.

If the car overturns, can the recovery factor save lives?

In what form will positrons cause damage in their own bodies?

explode?

Overcharged?

Or will it directly cause my organs to fail?

What will happen?

Next, Chen Feng has been anxiously waiting for a reaction in his body.

An hour passed.

Two hours.

Three hours.

No reaction at all.

When Chen Feng came to his senses, he found that he was holding a shovel in his hand again and was standing in front of the wok, sweating profusely. The second pot of tea was about to come out of the oven.

Huh?

I...what am I doing?

Isn’t this tea inedible?

Why did I get stirred up again?

Oh, forget it, this pot is almost done anyway, it would be a pity to waste it.

After frying the second pot, he felt a little sleepy and went to sleep again.

He didn't sleep well this time, always tossing and turning, and from time to time he would receive some strange signals in his mind, which were a bit like the tinnitus of a severe insomniac.

Another early morning, the sun was shining brightly in the central square of the city outside, the frogs were croaking endlessly, and the little insects and beasts were restored to their vitality.

Chen Feng woke up from the tent, looked at the tea leaves that were mostly left on the ground, and fell into deep thought.

Since he slept peacefully without any incident, it means that the tea did not cause any harm to him.

After a brief hesitation, he decisively made another cup.

Since it's okay, just drink it.

Anyway, I am also a Z-bacteria, and I already have some characteristics of Z bacteria in my body. Coupled with the recovery factor, I should not be so vulnerable, so I continue to fry tea.

If you can’t copy it, just stock up on it yourself.

Things may seem strange, but in fact they are inevitable to a certain extent.

Drinking tea is one of Chen Feng's few hobbies. It is more serious than a hobby and is slightly addictive.

There is some wonderful connection between his emotions and tea leaves, just like the various little hobbies formed by human leaders who unconsciously amplified their thinking under the infiltration of "Song of the World".

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

But unfortunately, in this thirty-first century, he is the only one on earth.

He had been alone for ten days.

The emptiness in his heart was gradually magnified, which gave his hobby an opportunity to take advantage of.

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

It has happened and there is no point in regretting it.

He really couldn't bear to give up this only hobby.

After another busy day, he finished frying all the tea leaves, packed them up, and left.

This time, I went straight to Hanzhou.

It has been revised from 3180 words to 3220 words.