Early in the morning, when I got up, it was raining heavily outside.

Dense vegetation leads to greater water storage capacity.

The evaporation effect of plants is essentially the same as that of evaporation radiators common in primitive industry, which can convert liquid water from the ground into water vapor.

The abundance of vegetation can effectively increase the humidity of the air, resulting in an abundance of rainfall, which is often referred to as the tropical rainforest climate.

In the thirty-first century of this timeline, due to the inexplicably elevated oxygen content in the atmosphere, most areas were densely vegetated and looked like tropical rainforests, except for some extreme climate areas.

The rain is heavy, and it comes all day, and sometimes there are floods.

Chen Feng has been here for ten days, six of which have been raining, and only four have been sunny.

This is one of the reasons that seriously affects the efficiency of his excavation of the site.

"Well, I can't go."

Chen Feng sighed.

Recently, more and more electronic equipment parts have been collected, and it is impossible to put all of them in a sealed bag, and these things cannot be wet.

Chen Feng stood at the door of the building, looked at the turbulent city center square outside, thought about it for a while, and decided to wait for the dark rain to stop before leaving.

Fortunately, it is only a few hundred kilometers away from Hanzhou.

If Hanzhou is still a megacity, then there should be no other temptations along the way.

When you turn around and set off, you can go straight to Hanju.

Anyway, he was idle, he couldn't sit here for a day, put on a waterproof training suit, and then put on a long knife, he stepped on the rain and went out.

Most of the key buildings in the city had already been patronized by him, and there was nothing to search, so he planned to take a look at the suburbs near the city.

An umbrella?

That's the act of the weak.

The strong are not afraid of wind and rain.

Anyway, with his athletic ability, he would definitely get drenched all over his body if he ran two steps slightly, so there was no need to use an umbrella at all.

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

It's pretty pediatric.

What was really powerful was the sudden collapse of the mountain that he would bump into head-on as he walked down the hillside.

A strong mudslide flows down the slope.

Mud, rubble and fallen trees drowned and devoured everything in its path.

If it were an ordinary person in the 21st century, in this natural environment, he would not survive for about three days, but Chen Feng did not have any worries about this, and he flipped and moved in the torrential rain, as flexible as a monkey.

Now he was heading down the slope of a mountain into the depths of a mountain range.

After about two hours, he finally reached a hillside covered with low bushes.

Chen Feng slowly approached the bush with a feeling of apprehension and anticipation, and then carefully twisted a bush leaf with his fingers and carefully examined it for a long time.

"Hahahaha!"

His wild laughter echoed through the valley, almost drowning out the sound of the rainstorm.

Why did he go to great lengths to "venture" up the mountain when the rainstorm was pouring?

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

After making sure that many of the shrubs in this half of the mountainside were what he wanted, he immediately turned into an industrious bee in the rain and jumped up and down the mountainside.

The rain was still falling, and he was whistling with a leaf in his mouth, and he walked all the way to pick it.

At this time, he was scouring for leaves, plucking them one by one, and putting them in the pocket behind him.

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

At this time, the rainstorm outside was gradually subdued, but instead of setting off decisively as originally planned, he first soaked the leaves in water and washed them, and then spread them out in the hall.

Looking at the nearly ten square piles of green leaves on the ground, he smiled.

Then he ran on the motorcycle, took out the parts, and quickly assembled several high-temperature heat lamps, which hung neatly over the leaves scattered on the ground.

Turn on the lights.

The bright light illuminates the hall as if it were day, and the warmth is like an oven.

Then Chen Feng went to the side to move out the induction cooker, and then went to a room in the building that he had been to once, that is, a cauldron in the cafeteria.

After an hour, when the leaves on the ground were almost dry, he turned up the battery stove problem, sprinkled the leaves one by one, and began to stir-fry with a large spatula.

This step is called completion.

It's almost fried, but he's not afraid of getting hot, so he leans in with his hands and kneads it.

Wait for the few catties of leaves in front of him to be kneaded into strips by him, and then fried.

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

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

When the water was low enough to drink, he took a sip and was satisfied.

The taste was faint, almost unscented, but he narrowed his eyes in comfort.

For this small bite, he really took great pains.

He didn't expect that one day he would be reduced to picking tea himself, and then stir-frying tea, which was not a serious spring tea, but a yellow-flavored autumn white dew.

This is really unbearable for the tea ceremony bosses who are accustomed to drinking all kinds of Ming Qian Longjing, Mother Tree Da Hong Pao, Top Bamboo Leaf Green, Piaoxue and Monkey Kui.

But he really has nothing to find fault with.

A person living in this 31st century where everything can only be sought by himself, can take a sip of tea, what more can a husband ask for?

The taste is a little lighter, the taste is a little worse, but it is a little tea, and it is always better than nothing.

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

A person living alone in this world is pitiful enough.

If you don't have some fun for yourself, I'm afraid I'll go crazy.

So when he got up in the morning, he found that he couldn't walk, so he immediately moved his mind, remembering that there was a tea mountain base near Hanzhou back then.

This tea mountain base is rich in monkey kui, the taste is very good, the grade is from low to high, he himself took care of the business of this tea mountain back then, and basically monopolized one-third of the top monkey kui's annual output.

As soon as he thought of this, he was itchy and uncontrollable, so he simply set off to explore and try to be self-reliant.

The tea leaves that can be picked at the end of October are leftovers, and because they are not cultivated all year round, these tea trees are somewhat degraded and no longer so suitable for human taste.

His roasted tea technique is also very rough, and it is all up to his own feelings.

The final product that came out of this was, by his own standards, probably only used to wash his feet.

However, after losing everything, man's psychological expectations will be infinitely low, and now he will be satisfied.

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

Press the scan button to start scanning.

Scan progress 1%...... 100%, scan complete.

Click the Craft button to start compositing.

Buzz Buzz......

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

As long as the synthesis is successful, it will be much easier in the future.

At the same time, he took a heavy sip again, which was very refreshing.

And then......

Boom!

Laugh at...... Zizizizi......

He looked at the smoking quark instrument, and then at the water cup of the mother and son who had almost drunk the tea, and fell into deep thought.

This is the second time that the quark has been BOOM.

Last time, it was he who used the quark to copy the wolf's fangs that could also discharge.

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

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

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

Emmm……

The burned capacitance is exactly the same as last time.

Finished!

It's not that things can't be repaired, and the equipment is not a big problem.

The big problem is that he's already drunk a full cup of tea!

The lethality of this tea is the same as that of snake gall and wolf teeth, and it also has the effect of antimatter biological batteries, so he soaked it and drank it!

Chen Feng never expected that there would be no precautions, but in the end, it would still be impossible to prevent it.

He hurriedly ran back to the float motorcycle, prepared all kinds of first-aid medicines that had been found for five hundred years, and at the same time began to quickly repair the quark instrument, and dug out his mind to recall how the original quark therapy device worked, and wondered if he could transform another spare quark instrument into a healing instrument.

He pondered for about thirty seconds and gave up.

It's unrealistic, it's beyond our means.

He couldn't do anything, he could only wait, while pondering in his heart.

In case the car overturns, can the resuscitation factor save lives?

In what form does positron cause destruction in its own body?

Explode?

Overpowered?

Or just let my organs fail?

What will happen?

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

An hour passed.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Not at all responsive.

When Chen Feng came back to his senses, he found that he was holding a shovel in his hand again, and he was standing in front of the wok, sweating profusely, and the second pot of tea was about to be baked.

Hey?

I...... What am I doing here?

Isn't this tea undrinkable?

Why am I stirring up again?

Alas, forget it, anyway, this pot is almost fried, and it's a pity to waste it.

After frying the second pot, he was a little sleepy, so he went to sleep again.

He doesn't sleep very well this night, always tossing and turning, and from time to time he receives some strange signals in his head, which is a bit like tinnitus in a patient with severe insomnia.

It was another morning, and the sun was shining in the central square outside, the frogs were croaking, and the little insects and beasts were rejuvenated.

Chen Feng woke up from the tent, looked at the tea leaves on the ground, and fell into deep thought.

Since he slept peacefully and didn't have an accident, it means that this tea did not cause harm to himself.

After a short hesitation, he decisively brewed another glass.

Since it's okay, let's drink it.

Anyway, he is also a pretending demon war, and he already has some of the characteristics of Z bacteria in his body, plus the recovery factor, he should not be so fragile, so he continues to fry tea.

There is no way to copy, so let's stock up on more goods.

Things seem strange, but in fact, there is a certain degree of inevitability.

Drinking tea is one of Chen Feng's few habits, the degree is higher than hobbies, slightly addictive, and there are some wonderful connections between his emotions and tea, just like the various small hobbies formed by the human leadership in the infiltration of "Song of the World" unconsciously amplified thinking.

If something else and someone distracted him, he wouldn't have behaved so out of control.

But unfortunately, in the 31st century, he is the only one on earth.

He had been alone for ten whole days.

The emptiness in his heart was gradually magnified, and he gave his fetishes a chance to take advantage of them.

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

After another busy day, he packed up and left.

This time, go straight to Hanzhou.