Stocking up in space: surviving in a world of crisis

Chapter 97 097 The Left Hand of God
As Jiang Rong said, from the second day onwards, the temperature plummeted to minus [-] degrees, and the snow fell heavily. In just one night, the snow outside the wooden house covered half of the door.

After waking up, Ye Fu glanced out of the window as usual, but was blocked by snow.

After adding firewood to the kang, Ye Fu opened the bedroom door and found that Jiang Rong was not in the wooden house.

Ye Fu hurriedly added firewood to the fireplace, looked outside the house, there was only a thin layer of snow on the footprints, it seemed that he had just left not long ago.

It's really cold, Ye Fu shivered a bit, and looked into the distance, only the snow was fir trees, but the fir trees were also covered with ice chains.

At this time, Jiang Rong came back from a distance with two logs on his shoulders. Ye Fu looked at him still wearing a thin sweater, his hair was covered with snow, and his pale face was pale from the cold. A log with game hanging from it.

"Why do you sleep so much?" Entering the yard, he threw the wood directly on the ground, and put the prey on the wooden table next to him.

"A lot? I slept for ten hours last night."

Jiang Rong looked at her seriously, "Healthy humans don't need so much sleep, you should be sick."

The snow dumpling in Ye's handrail hit his face the next moment.

"You're the one who's sick, isn't your head caught by the door?" Ye Fu kicked open the door and went straight back to the room.

Jiang Rong glanced at the wooden house, then at the prey, not realizing that he had angered Ye Fu again, and asked persistently, "Do you want to eat?"

"Fuck you."

"I can't do that." He replied solemnly.

Jiang Rong wiped off the snow from his face, took off the knife on his body, and began to process the prey he brought back.

Ye Fu took out a bag of mustard, and she decided to teach Jiang Rong a little lesson and make him pay for his nonsense.

Ye Fu felt that at this moment she was particularly like a vicious bad woman, she was too jealous of others, so she could only keep playing tricks behind her back.

She showed an evil smile, what should I do?She is just bad.

Ye Fu took out two boxes of pure milk and a can of tea leaves. She planned to make two cups of milk tea. Of course, someone's cup had to be seasoned.

The milk tea is cloudy, even if you add ingredients, you can't tell it, as long as he drinks it, Ye Fu guarantees that he won't be able to speak for three days.

Stir-fry the tea leaves with white sugar into caramel color, add a bowl of water, boil out the bubbles, add two boxes of milk, and then add a small piece of brown sugar to deepen the color.

After the milk tea is boiled, filter out the tea leaves, divide them into two cups, squeeze half a stick of mustard into one cup, and stir well.

Ye Fu went out with the milk tea, saw that Jiang Rong had already skinned the prey, and handed him the milk tea.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Jiang Rong...the back is a little cold.

"what is this?"

"Drink, you went out to hunt prey again today, and I made it specially for you."

After he took it, he took a sip regardless of the hot milk tea, Ye Fu looked at his face, there was no change, and his brows didn't even frown.

Does he have no sense of taste?It shouldn't be that when eating meat, he can still taste the saltiness.

Ye Fu just watched him finish drinking without changing his face, she looked at the milk tea in her hand, could it be that she gave it wrong?
"Why don't you drink?"

He looked at Ye Fu calmly, as if all the conspiracies had no place to hide in his eyes, Ye Fu pulled the corner of his mouth, and took a sip, it was very sweet, not spicy, she finished it with peace of mind.

"Very sweet, would you like another drink?"

Jiang Rong took a deep look at her, then buried himself in his work and ignored her.

Ye Fu took the cup he put on the snowdrift, and hurried back to the wooden house, she smelled it lightly, it was so pungent and spicy, but he didn't respond, what a cruel person.

When Jiang Rong outside the house saw Ye Fu go away, he slapped his stomach hard twice, and vomited out everything he had just drank.

He took a mouthful of snow before suppressing the choking in his mouth.

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In the afternoon, Jiang Rong was about to go out to chop trees again with an axe. Ye Fu brought out the chain saw to him. Since he likes to work, let him do his best.

"It won't work."

Ye Fu showed him a demonstration, but Jiang Rong still shook her head. She had no choice but to put on a coat, wrapped tightly, and went out with him.

"Why do you love working so much?"

Jiang Rong turned around and looked at her with deep eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I was wrong, you just can't sit still."

"It's what you said, I can't be idle when I live here, I have to work hard, clean up, chop trees and firewood and hunt, I'm all doing it."

Ye Fu smiled awkwardly.

"Very good, keep it up."

Jiang Rong didn't speak, and continued to walk forward. Ye Fu stepped on his footprints and struggled to keep up with him.

The two switched back and forth between butchers and loggers, and their daily routine was either hunting or cutting trees.

Ever since Jiang Rong appeared, all the trees and animals in Suiyun Mountain were trembling.

"Right here." Jiang Rong stopped and looked back at Ye Fu.

Just as Ye Fu was about to take out the chainsaw, a gust of cold wind blew and knocked her down. The wind whizzed past her head with snow, and Ye Fu's hat was crooked. She was about to get up when Jiang Rong came over alone. He picked her up with his hands, like pulling a carrot.

Ye Fu tidied his hat, and was about to thank him when he sneezed again, all the snot bubbles came out.

She died only in an instant, Ye Fu remained calm on the surface, annoyed in his heart why he didn't wear a mask.

Jiang Rong looked at her snot bubbles, and silently moved away from her, Ye Fu suddenly had a heart attack, when someone first appeared, he smelled worse than the maggots fished out of the cesspit, how dare he despise her?

Ye Fu wiped his nose, turned on the chain saw silently, walked to a fir tree, and started sawing directly.

"Hey..." The sound of the chainsaw resounded through the valley, and when the fir tree was about to break, she ran away, leaving Jiang Rong alone under the tree.

Jiang Rong soon got to her side, and he couldn't help but lift her up, trying to lift her further away.

Ye Fu kicked his feet to kick him, but he threw him into the snow.

"Bah..." Ye Fu spat out the snow from his mouth, and stared at her viciously.

"why are you mad?"

Ye Fu was speechless, "I threw you into the snow, are you angry?"

He shook his head.

"It's because your center of gravity is unstable, so you can't blame me." After finishing speaking, he walked over to pick up the chain saw, and sawed the fallen fir into small pieces.

Ye Fu snorted, didn't worry about it any more, and put the sawn wood into the space. His tree cutting efficiency was much higher than Ye Fu's, and he cleared a mountain peak in one day.

The two of them had a clear division of labor. While Jiang Rong was chopping down trees, Ye Fu even found time to hunt a pheasant.

"What kind of skill is this?"

On the way back, Jiang Rong couldn't help but wonder why Ye Fu's space couldn't be filled with so many things every day, like a bottomless pit.

"Have you heard of the right hand of God? This is the left hand of God."

The corner of Jiang Rong's mouth twitched slightly, and Ye Fu suspected that he had read it wrong.

Obviously, he didn't believe it.

(End of this chapter)