The chicken coop has changed from the original semi-open structure to a fully enclosed structure, surrounded by bricks, and two pieces of glass are left on the top for light transmission. After a layer of brickwork was hastily completed on the outside, the sound insulation materials brought back from the outside were added.
One hundred yuan per square meter of sound-proof cotton surrounded the chicken coop, up, down, left, and right, and there were some leftovers. Ji Cha carefully numbered them and put them in a small room in the warehouse. A layer of cement is added to the outside of the sound insulation cotton to complete the whole. It took one day to finish the four walls, and the construction on the top had to wait for the cement to dry.
A few ventilation holes are left under the corner of the wall, which will not affect the transmission of airflow. As for how effective the sound insulation cotton is in blocking sound transmission, this will have to be tested after the completion of the project.
After confirming that there were no problems with the apples, Ji Cha went to pick the apple trees before dark, and picked a total of twenty red and ripe apples. He figured that if everyone eats one a day, they can eat it for two or three days.
There are not too few fresh vegetables at home, but there are some fruits. Everyone hasn't eaten fruit for a long time, and now they have harvested fruit by accident, and everyone is very happy. What's more, I didn't expect that the apple would be as sweet as honey after one bite.
"Why is this apple tree so good?" Everyone sat in the living room after the meal, Zhang Qinqin cut two apples and put them on a plate and put them on the coffee table, but no one who took them did not open their eyes and exclaim .
"I've eaten this orchard before. There are no such good apples." Zhang Qinqin ate two pieces in a row, lips and teeth touching, feeling like his mouth was full of sugar.
It's like pouring honey directly into your mouth, and it's all natural.
This is probably the effect brought about by the plant mutation, Ji Cha breathed a sigh of relief and felt lucky. He couldn't be sure whether human mutations like Liang Jincheng's had occurred in the last apocalypse, but plant mutations did exist as far as he came into contact. It's just that most of the mutated forms are not as positive as apple trees. They are often either mutated to be very aggressive, or the mutated fruit tastes unpalatable. Variations like apple trees do not require fertilizer and care, and the taste of the fruit doubles and improves, which is really rare.
Ji Cha picked up a piece of apple and held it in front of him to examine its seeds carefully. The granules of apple seeds seem to be plump and much darker in color. Many seeds will degenerate to varying degrees even though the parent generation of many seeds is excellent without artificial selection. Ji Cha carefully pulled out the apple seeds, looked at them in the palm of his hand, and said to everyone, "Leave the apple seeds first, and I'll see if I can grow them myself."
The sky gradually darkened at this time, and everyone turned on the lights and closed the curtains according to the usual practice. Ji Cha took a flashlight and prepared to inspect the factory gate and then go back to the house. Liang Jincheng naturally followed his footsteps.
"The buds of autumn sweet potato and pepper seedlings are almost out, and I can plant them tomorrow," Ji Cha said with a flashlight on the opened field, muttering to himself.
The small green vegetables that were planted half a month ago have already sprouted about three centimeters high, looking green and verdant.
"We won't have to eat bean sprouts every day when they grow here." Ji Cha happily turned to talk to Liang Jincheng.
Liang Jincheng was silently measuring Ji Cha's waist and hips with his eyes from behind, when Ji Cha suddenly turned around and met his gaze on his ass.
He couldn't help but follow Liang Jincheng's line of sight to look at his butt, and then took a flashlight to take a photo on his pants, "Where is it dirty?"
Liang Jincheng stepped forward and took the flashlight from Ji Cha's hand, "It's not dirty, it's just a little gray."
Then he paused, and without waiting for Ji Cha to speak, he said directly, "I'll pat you." Then he patted Ji Cha's butt twice with his free hand Down.
Ha, haha, Ji Cha laughed dryly in his heart, convincing himself that it's not a big deal for straight men to help each other dust off each other's buttocks. Then Liang Jincheng put his arms around his shoulders casually.
Wang Qinxue and several roommates did this kind of action to him when he was in school, even Zhang Xing was no exception. Ji Cha never wanted to be crooked, but he didn't know why, when he came to Liang Jincheng's place, this movement made him feel strangely uncomfortable.
Could it be... Ji Cha's heart skipped a beat, and then he secretly glanced at Liang Jincheng's handsome side face from the corner of his eye.
At this moment, Liang Jincheng not only heard his own rapid heartbeat, but also Ji Cha's voice filled his eardrums. His fingers resting on Ji Cha's shoulder couldn't help but shrink slightly. It was hard for Liang Jincheng not to think about the reason why Ji Cha's heartbeat was so fast at the moment, so that his voice outside the fence was already very close before he noticed someone approaching. .
Ji Cha hadn't recovered from the shock that he might have bent over, but his shoulder was hurt by Liang Jincheng's hand, "Ah, ah, senior..."
"Hush." Liang Jincheng covered Ji Cha's mouth, pushed him against the fence, and leaned close to his ear. When he spoke, the air flowed into Ji Cha's cochlea, and half of his body softened. "Someone is coming outside."
Ji Cha's eyes widened, he nodded vigorously and forced himself to stop.
Only then did Liang Jincheng slowly let go of his mouth, and then pulled Ji Cha's wrist and ran upstairs, "There is more than one person here, let's go upstairs first."
The two hurried to the top of the building, and the sky was completely dark at this time, which gave them a cover. The two bent down to reveal only half of their heads. Ji Cha held up the binoculars and looked out. A group of six men and a woman were sitting in a small truck and slowly driving towards the factory entrance.
Although it is not possible to judge whether a person is good or bad based on this alone, Ji Cha feels that he has somewhat underestimated the degree of change in people's hearts in the early days of the end of the world based on his experience in Kantou Village during the day. Even with the hope that the situation might get better, there will still be many "honest" people in the past who will change their ways to adapt to the current life. Let's not talk about how the scum that has been roaming around in society will use this opportunity to bring out the ugliness of human nature to the extreme.
Suddenly, the light of a flashlight came out from the small truck, and the light swung horizontally, slashing across the wall of the factory building. Ji Cha subconsciously went down to hide, the movement of squatting was taken away by Liang Jincheng's posture of holding his arm, and his whole body tilted down. Ji Cha originally thought that he would be hurt when he hit the hard ground, but he didn't want to put a pad of flesh instead of the ground under him.
Although the meat pad is not soft enough to go.
Ji Cha's face was pressed against Liang Jincheng's strong chest, but he didn't have time to sigh or be jealous. The violent pull just now caught him off guard by his own teeth hitting his tongue. The smell of blood, "Um..." He covered his mouth and snorted, holding his upper body and trying to get up from Liang Jincheng.
Liang Jincheng hugged his waist tightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't move."
Ji Cha actually couldn't see the look on Liang Jincheng's face clearly in the dark, but he could clearly feel his gaze was on him.
"My tongue..." Ji Cha reluctantly opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, "It hurts a bit."
Beams of light from the flashlight outside flashed over their heads one after another. At this moment, whether to choose to expose them immediately is a very tangled issue.
If you immediately indicate your existence and possession of the factory building, people outside may choose to leave, or they will covet this place even more. But if you don't reveal your existence, you can be sure that people outside will definitely choose to find a way to come in. In this case, the choice that people in the factory can have is whether to appear again at an appropriate time to block their entry.
A small part of his rationality was still working in Liang Jincheng's brain, and he stared at Ji Cha's slightly open mouth that was constantly gasping because of the pain and the small tip of his tongue that was broken. His gaze was filled with deep desire, and his hand holding Ji Cha was getting tighter and tighter.
Ji Cha didn't check at first, then moved his body, and suddenly felt a bit weird under his body. Did the senior put the flashlight in his trouser pocket
Following his own thoughts, Ji Cha looked down, only to see that the flashlight Liang Jincheng was holding just now was lying peacefully on the side of the two of them.
That touch below... Ji Cha's face flushed suddenly, he lowered his head a little uneasy, and stammered, "Learn, senior...?"
Most of his eyes were surprised, with a little shyness, and more of a loss. Liang Jincheng finally couldn't take it anymore, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed Ji Cha's head to him, then kissed it with his lips.
The pain in Ji Cha's tongue hadn't passed yet, Liang Jincheng clung to him tightly, sucking the tip of Ji Cha's broken tongue in his mouth and kissed him. This turned into pain and numbness, and Ji Cha, who claimed to be a guide, was so scared that he even forgot to breathe.
"Huh, ha," the light of the flashlight had already alarmed the people downstairs, and Zhang Xing ran up, panting from exhaustion, "Ji Cha, outside...!"
Looking at the figures overlapping in the darkness not far away, and Liang Jincheng suddenly stopped his movements and looked at him with unkind eyes.
Zhang Xing: I might as well be blind.