I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

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Early in the morning, I got up, but there was heavy rain outside.

Dense vegetation brings more powerful water storage capacity.

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

A large amount of vegetation can effectively increase the humidity of the air, resulting in exceptionally abundant rainwater. This is the tropical rainforest climate that people used to say.

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 are densely covered and look like tropical rain forests.

The amount of rain is heavy, and it is a whole day, and sometimes there are floods.

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

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

"Ah, I can't go."

Chen Feng sighed.

Recently, more and more electronic equipment parts have been collected, and there is no way to put them all in sealed pockets. These things must not be exposed to water.

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

Fortunately, there are only a few hundred kilometers away from Hanzhou.

If Hanzhou is still a super-large city, then there should be no other temptations along the way.

When heading back, you can go straight to Hanzhou.

Anyway, idle is also idle, he can't sit here for a day, put on waterproof training clothes, and then put on a long knife, he stepped on the rain and went out.

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

Umbrella?

That is the behavior of the weak.

The strong are not afraid of wind and rain.

Anyway, with his athletic ability, he would have to drench his whole body after running a few steps, so there was no need to use an umbrella.

The road was muddy and slippery, and from time to time he could hit a seemingly small puddle, stepping into it was a deep pit.

This is considered pediatric.

What is really great is the sudden collapse of the mountain when he walks down the hillside and will hit him head-on.

The violent and strong debris flows down the slope.

Mud wrapped in gravel and fallen trees drowned and engulfed everything along the way.

If it is an ordinary person in the 21st century, in this natural environment, it can't live for about three days. Chen Feng has no worries in this regard. He flips around in the rainstorm and is flexible like a monkey.

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 covered with low bushes.

Chen Feng slowly approached the bush with a sense of anticipation, then carefully twisted a leaf of the bush with his finger, and carefully checked for a long while.

"Hahahaha!"

His laughter rang through the valley, almost overwhelming the rainstorm.

Why did he tirelessly "adventure" uphill when the rainstorm was pouring?

As a savior with a heavy responsibility for the survival of civilization, every move he has has a deep meaning, and it is impossible to do meaningless things.

After making sure that many bushes in the middle of the mountainside were what he wanted, he immediately turned into a diligent bee jumping up and down the mountainside in the rain.

The rain was still falling. He held a leaf in his mouth, whistled, and walked all the way.

At this time he was looking for leaves everywhere, picked them off piece by piece, and put them in the pocket behind him.

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

At this time the rainstorm was gradually resting outside, but he did not decisively set off as originally planned, but first soaked the leaves in water and washed them, and then spread them in the hall.

Looking at the green leaves piled on the ground for nearly ten square feet, he laughed.

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

Turn on the lights.

The bright light shone like a day in the hall, warm as an oven.

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

After a few hours, the leaves on the ground were almost dry, so he opened the battery stove, raised the leaves one by one, and began to stir with a large spatula.

This step is called killing.

The fry was almost the same, he was not afraid of hot, and his hands went in and twisted.

When the few pounds of leaves in front of him were twisted into strips by him, and then fried.

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

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

When the hydrology reached the point where he could drink, he took a sip and was satisfied.

The smell is very weak, almost no fragrance, but he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

For this little bit, he was really painstaking.

He did not expect to be killed, and one day he would be reduced to picking tea himself, and then frying the tea. The frying is not the serious spring tea, but the autumn yellow dew with pale yellow leaves.

This is really hard for the tea ceremony masters who are accustomed to the various Mingqian Longjing, the mother tree dahongpao, the top bamboo leaf green, Piaoxue and the monkey kui.

But he is really not picky.

If you live in this thirty-first century where everything can only be yours, you can get a sip of tea.

The taste is a bit weak, and the taste is a bit bad, but there is a little tea flavor anyway, and it is always better than nothing.

That's right, the purpose of his trip is for this tea.

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

If you don’t have fun for yourself, I’m afraid I’m going crazy.

So when he woke up in the morning, he found that he couldn't leave, so he immediately moved his mind and remembered that there was a tea mountain base near Hanzhou.

This tea mountain base is rich in monkey cubs, and tastes very good, ranging from low to high. He did not take care of this tea mountain business, and basically monopolized the one-third of the annual production of top monkey cubs.

As soon as he thought about this, he felt itchy and uncontrollable. He simply set off and went to explore, trying to be self-reliant.

The tea leaves that can be harvested at the end of October can be regarded as waste, and because there are no people planting them all year round, these tea trees are somewhat degraded and no longer meet the human taste.

His method of roasting tea is also very rough, all on his own.

According to the standards he used to produce, the finished product that he obtained in the end could only be used to wash his feet.

However, after losing everything, the psychological expectations will be set to an infinitely low, and now he is satisfied.

While drinking tea, Chen Feng grabbed some hand-fried tea leaves and put them under the scanning port of the quark instrument.

Press the scan button to start scanning.

The scanning progress is 1%...100%, and the scanning is completed.

Click the synthesis button to start the synthesis.

Buzz...

Chen Feng's heartbeat gradually accelerated and began to look forward to.

As long as the synthesis is successful, it will be much easier after that.

At the same time, he took a sip and was refreshing.

then……

Boom!

Shit... Zi Zi Zi Zi...

He looked at the smoky quark instrument, and then looked at the drinking glass of the mother and son who had almost been drunk, and fell into contemplation.

This is the second BOOM fall of the quark instrument.

Last time, it was he who died and took the quark instrument to copy the same spikes that could discharge.

He was not surprised at this, and was mentally prepared.

But this time, he didn't expect to just copy a few tea leaves, and gave it to BOOM.

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

Emmm...

The burnt capacitor is exactly the same as last time.

Finished!

Things are not repairable, and equipment is not a big problem.

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

The lethality of co-authoring this tea is the same as that of snake gall and mace, and also has the effect of an anti-matter bio-battery, so he was soaked and drunk!

Chen Feng didn't expect it to happen. It's defenseless, but it's still unpredictable.

He hurried back to the floating motorcycle, prepared all the 500-year-old first-aid medicines that had been found out, and began to quickly repair the quark instrument, and thought about how the original quark therapy instrument worked, wondering if it could Transform another spare quark instrument into a therapeutic instrument.

He pondered for about thirty seconds and gave up decisively.

This is unrealistic and beyond the scope of capabilities.

He couldn't do much, he had to wait, while thinking about it.

In case of overturning the car, can the resuscitation factor save lives?

In what form can positrons cause damage in their bodies?

explosion?

Overpowered?

Or do I just fail my organs?

What will happen?

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

An hour passed.

Two hours.

Three hours.

No response at all.

When Chen Feng recovered, he found that he was holding a shovel in his hand again, standing in front of the wok with sweating sweat, and the second pot of tea was almost ready.

Huh?

I... what am I doing?

Isn’t this tea inedible?

Why did I fire again?

Alas, forget it, it’s a shame to waste this pot anyway.

After finishing the second pot, he was a little sleepy and went to sleep again.

He didn't sleep very well at this time, always tossing and turning, and from time to time he would receive strange signals in his head, which seemed to be like tinnitus in patients with severe insomnia.

Another morning, the sun was shining in the central square outside the city, the frogs were noisy, and the little insects regained their vitality.

Chen Feng woke up from the tent, looking at the majority of the tea leaves on the ground, and fell into contemplation.

Since a smooth and steady sleep did not happen, it means that the tea has not caused harm to yourself.

After a moment of hesitation, he took a decisive drink again.

Since it's fine, drink it.

Anyway, anyway, it is also a colonial magic war. The characteristics of some Z bacteria in the body, coupled with the recovery factor, should not be so fragile, so continue to fry tea.

If there is no way to copy it, then you can stock it yourself~www.ltnovel.com~ Things look very strange, but in fact there is a certain degree of necessity.

Drinking tea is one of Chen Feng’s few hobbies, which is higher than his hobby and a little addictive. His emotions and tea have some wonderful connections, just as the human leadership was infiltrated by "Song of the World", Unconsciously amplify various hobbies formed by thinking.

If something else distracted him, he would not behave so out of control.

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

He has been alone for ten days.

The emptiness in his heart was gradually magnified, and he gave his hobby a chance.

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

Another busy day, he packed it up and left.

This time, go straight to Hanzhou.