Chapter 106: Mutation [seeking Monthly Votes]
Yuan Yuan was hugging the small milk bottle, propping up her little feet and lying in a row with Xiao Hui to bask in the sun. Hearing Daddy call, she flipped over and sat up, crawling quickly toward Lu Chengjing.
“Daddy!”
“Good girl, don’t move yet.” Lu Chengjing bent down, grabbed the back of Yuan Yuan’s vest with his left hand and lifted it up, weighing her up and down.
Hmm… about eight Yuan Yuans.
Yuan Yuan thought Daddy was going to play the flying little game with her and happily flailed her arms and legs, making the pose of a little bird flying.
Her little feet kicked hard, suddenly kicking the table without warning. With a “crack,” the table board instantly split in two.
Yuan Yuan: (⊙⊙)??
Lu Chengjing: “……”
Fortunately, he hadn’t set out the brush and ink yet.
Yuan Yuan immediately stopped flailing, her two little hands obediently clasped in front of her, blinking her eyes at her own daddy.
Lu Chengjing was also looking at her, thinking to himself that his daughter didn’t usually have such destructive power.
What was special today was just those bok choy with different flavors.
His gaze darkened slightly; the secrets on his wife were probably even more shocking to the world than he had guessed.
“Daddy?” Little Friend Yuan Yuan’s eyes were almost blinking sore.
Lu Chengjing asked warmly: “Does your foot hurt?”
Yuan Yuan quickly shook her little head.
“Be more careful next time.” Lu Chengjing put her down. “Go play.”
The little troublemaker slipped away quickly.
Not far away under the shade of a tree, while Shang Wan squeezed goat milk, she took in everyone’s changes, especially twitching the corner of her eye when she saw her own cub kick the table board with one little foot.
In the apocalypse, spiritual field produce couldn’t make people’s strength increase, nor did it have healing effects.
Just like how she didn’t know why her ability suddenly upgraded, she also didn’t understand why the spiritual field would undergo such miraculous changes, but in terms of the result, it was a good thing.
Not knowing if this strength increase was permanent or temporary, Shang Wan planned to observe a bit more.
The sun gradually set in the west, wisps of cooking smoke rose in the village, and calls for children to come home for dinner rose and fell.
When the sky got a bit darker, every household lit lamps.
Shi Tou lit torches from the bonfire and inserted them into the notches at the doorways of the two wooden sheds.
The flickering firelight illuminated the long table in the middle.
Everyone sat around the table, Xiao Huan brought over the last dish and placed it, sat down beside Shi Tou. “Everyone’s here, let’s eat.”
Seeing that the last dish wasn’t bok choy, everyone couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed; they were all still thinking about the sweet and fresh taste from noon.
Not only them, Xiao Huan also wanted to eat it, but her sister had only given that much, and it was all eaten up at noon.
Shi Tou secretly thought, when the bok choy in his own field grew out, he would eat it every day!
He Sizhi and his two disciples were reflecting that they couldn’t develop thoughts of freeloading just because the host family was kind.
After dinner, everyone helped clean up the table, lined up to wash up, then sat around the bonfire chatting and laughing, very lively.
Suddenly it started raining lightly in the sky, so everyone extinguished the bonfire and went back to the sheds to sleep.
Lying in bed, listening to the pattering sound of raindrops hitting the shed, Shang Wan couldn’t help but sigh that life after crossing was truly leisurely.
No endless zombies to kill, no mutated beasts to exterminate, no pollution everywhere.
No need to worry about being startled awake by alarms in the middle of the night, facing surging zombie tides.
No need to worry about becoming food in the belly of mutated beasts or mutated plants with the slightest negligence.
Rise with the rooster, sleep with the rain.
Work at sunrise, rest at sunset.
Accompanied by family and friends, children frolicking.
Even occasional frustrations wouldn’t hinder enjoying life.
The rain grew heavier, Shang Wan’s eyelids grew heavy, and she fell into a dream amid the pattering rain.
Hearing the even breathing from her side, Lu Chengjing opened his eyes and turned his head, staring at the blurry outline of the person beside him for a long time, then quietly leaned close and planted a feather-light kiss on Shang Wan’s forehead.
Shang Wan: “……”
Waiting until she was asleep to pull this, this fox had gotten bold.
Last night he was still humming jealously, tempting her almost to do him, but in the end she stopped in time thinking of Lu Chengjing’s injuries and the wooden boards not being soundproof.
After a rustling sound, Shang Wan fell into a warm and firm embrace, her head resting on a lean shoulder, faint ink scent drilling straight into her nose.
This scent was quite hypnotic.
Shang Wan muttered to herself inwardly, and unknowingly really fell asleep.
A dreamless night.
The rain only fell half the night, mist gradually rose, until the Golden Crow rose into the sky, dispersing the thick fog.
“Sis!” Shi Tou’s excited voice came from outside the shed. “Sis, come out quick!”
Shang Wan tied her outer robe’s belt, pushed open the partition door and walked out.
“What’s got you so happy?”
“You’ll know when you come see with me.” Shi Tou pulled Shang Wan toward the field.
The muddy road was full of messy footprints, grass leaves had indistinguishable raindrops or dewdrops, wetting trouser legs and skirt hems.
“Sis, look!” Shi Tou didn’t even catch his breath, pointed at the vegetable patch. “They’ve all sprouted.”
Shang Wan casually tied up her black hair with a hairband, looked intently, and saw that the vegetable patch that was bare yesterday was now occupied by the fine buds from the vegetable seeds. White buds, green tips, tender and green.
The control group circled out by Shang Wan was even more exaggerated; not only had thick buds emerged, but there was also a faint trend of unfolding leaves.
“According to Uncle Liu, sprouting should take at least three to five days.” Shi Tou’s eyes shone staring at the vegetable patch. “Sis, what kind of improved vegetable seeds are these? In just one day, they’ve all sprouted.”
Shang Wan hadn’t expected the vegetable seeds produced by the space to be this strong either; was this a mutation?
Xiao Huan came over hugging Yuan Yuan to join the fun, saw the spectacle in the vegetable patch that defied common sense, and silently turned her head to look at Shang Wan.
Sis, if you’re going to hide it, can you hide it properly? Don’t keep causing these bizarre things day by day!
Shang Wan actually strangely read her eyes, inwardly crying injustice; she just wanted to simply try some vegetable seeds!
“Sis, do you have any more improved seeds?” Shi Tou’s eyes full of expectation. “Like grain seeds?”
Shang Wan: “Not for now.”
She hadn’t grown them yet.
Xiao Huan looked at the vegetable patch, secretly glad that their two plots of land were far from the village’s land, so even if there were anomalies, they wouldn’t be easily discovered.
Shang Wan also thought of this, she looked around and found there was still a lot of wasteland nearby that could be reclaimed.
Before, the villagers hadn’t come here to reclaim land because it was far away, and adjacent to the mountain forest, so no matter what was planted, it was easy to be ravaged by small animals from the mountains.
But if Shi Tou’s vegetables grew well, in the villagers’ eyes it would mean the land here was good, and some might be tempted to come reclaim land, then any anomalies in the field would be easily discovered.
The best way was to turn this whole area into their own land, then it would be convenient no matter what they did.
With Yuan Yuan here, no need to worry about small animals coming to the field to make trouble, but their own labor force wasn’t enough.
Shang Wan furrowed her brows, her thoughtful gaze lingering on Yuan Yuan’s little face.
Yuan Yuan: (⊙⊙)??
“Good cub.” Shang Wan picked up the little one, pinched her soft little cheek, leaned in for a kiss. “Will you help Mommy with something?”
Xiao Huan always felt that Shang Wan smiling like this looked like a human trafficker preparing to abduct a doll.
The one-year-old, virtually three-year-old Little Friend Yuan Yuan didn’t notice at all, nodded her little head without hesitation, jumping straight into the big pit her mommy dug.
Of course the cub had to help Mommy!
