Life master in the last days

Ling Xue and A Yong worked hard to harvest the wheat in the wheat field, and the dark sky became even gloomier. The gloomy black seemed to press the sky lower, and the scattered raindrops were blown everywhere by the wind. Ayong was a little worried.

"Xiaoxue, why don't we go back first!" A Yong frowned and said to Ling Xue.

"Okay, let's wait until the rain comes down to see the situation!" Ling Xue was also a little unsure, so it was better to be conservative and not let the two of them get damaged again just for this little thing.

As soon as they left, the two of them stopped dawdling and took Lingxue's children's hover car back to the camp.

The people around who were racing against time to harvest couldn't help but sneer inwardly when they saw Ling Xue's hover car walking back.

"What kind of person is this? He didn't harvest as soon as the rain stopped, but he just walked back like this? I think he doesn't know how to get along!"

"When there is a shortage of food, you will know how difficult life will be. There will be times when she regrets it!"

"I know them. That woman is the famous sick girl in the safe zone. She really can't do much work!"

"That's right, I heard that the superpower hasn't been awakened yet. It's so pitiful!"

Not long after the two of them left, it started to rain. It wasn't the ordinary heavy rain, but a pouring rain. It really seemed like it was poured with a pouring water.

Now that it was over, the remaining people couldn't do anything, so they packed up their things and hurried back.

At this time, the rain was so heavy that even the hover car couldn't be driven. The rain was so heavy that it affected people's sight. Even those who walked back couldn't go any faster. The heavy rain didn't matter. The key was that there was still wind. It was really windy and rainy.

It's not a problem to stay in the wild. We still have to walk back one step at a time.

At this moment, no one said anything weird anymore. On the contrary, there were still some people who were slightly regretful. If they had known better, they would have followed the sick man back earlier.

You already know it’s hard to buy with money!

The more we walked, the harder it became. The sky was pouring water down like a leak. After a while, the rainwater accumulated up to our calves. If they had waited a little longer, they might not be able to go back.

At this time, Ling Xue and A Yong were already sitting in the warm room warming themselves by the fire.

Ayong arranged the sweet potatoes and covered the outer ring of the stove lid, then placed a large iron pot and began to boil hot water. He planned to make a hot soup first, so that when Xiao Luo and Da Liu came back, he could drink it while it was still hot, and it could also ward off the cold.

Thinking of this, he asked Ling Xue: "What did they say when you contacted Ronaldinho just now? Have they come back?"

Ling Xue nodded and replied: "I'm back! I'll be there when I'm busy! You still don't know that Xiao Luo is so smart, but he won't be so stubborn!"

While they were talking, the two of them heard a "dong dong dong -" knock on the door.

Ronaldinho and Da Liu are back!

Ling Xue quickly ran to open the door!

Sure enough, the two of them walked in wet, with water dripping from their bodies!

"Hurry up and take a hot bath, change your clothes and come out!" A Yong urged after seeing the drowned look of the two of them.

Xiao Luo and Da Liu nodded tremblingly, speechless.

One of them entered the bathroom in the living room, and the other entered the bathroom in Ayong's room. They don't care about anything now, they just want to soak in the hot water quickly.

Ayong quickly heated up a large pot of hot water, and cut a few sweet potato cubes into the pot. Now they are almost cooked.

Ling Xue carefully stirred a small basin of dough on one side, crushing the dough bit by bit, and soon a basin of smooth dough was ready.

Ayong took the batter from Ling Xue's hand, held a small basin in one hand and slowly poured the batter into the pot along the edge of the pot, and slowly stirred it with a large spoon in the other hand.

The fire was very bright, and soon the pot was boiling. However, Ayong still did not stop stirring. With such a strong fire, it would not be beautiful if the bottom of the pot was burnt.

In this way, a large pot of sweet potato porridge will be ready in no time.

Putting the pot on the iron shelf specially placed aside, Ayong sealed the stove door.