After eating, Li Meng lay down on the small bed to rest, and after a while, he made an even breathing sound, his facial expression was very unnatural, and he obviously did not sleep well.

The warm light became a little dim, and Ren Hai casually took out the standard short blade and readjusted the wick in the oil lamp to make it bright again.

This old-fashioned oil lamp is quite troublesome to use, and it will be extinguished when it is said to be extinguished, but in this world, where it is difficult to even survive basically, it is not so much important.

After the oil lamp was tidied up, Ren Hai walked to the side of the small bed and looked at Li Meng, who was sleeping soundly.

This is the person he protects with his life.

Then, Ren Hai squatted down, locked his eyes on a position next to the leg of the small bed, and began to dig with the standard short blade in his hand.

The ground was easily dug up, and it was noticeably different from the surrounding soil structure - it was soft and completely devoid of the dense texture that occurs when you step on it for a long time

This is the result of frequent digging and burying.

An iron box appeared in front of me, there was no information on the iron box, just a very pure iron box, about forty centimeters long, thirty centimeters wide, as for the height, only two fingers high, the dense rust made the iron box look quite old.

Ren Hai took out the iron box and gently patted the soil on it with his hand, the iron box had no protection and could be opened easily.

There are a few pieces of paper lying quietly inside, broken, worn, and some small pieces of paper, these are Ren Hai's collection, on them are some broken words, and some incomprehensible content, as long as he has time, he will always take it out and take a look.

Simple literacy and hyphenation is not a difficult thing for Ren Hai, this is taught by his father, Ren Hai always feels that his father is not a simple person, after all, in the market town, few people are literate, and those who can read are some big people.

For example... Aunt Shen who has a grocery store in the east of her house, and Aunt Liu who has a small vegetable garden in the west...

My father once said that writing is the basic means of all human cultural inheritance, and we must know how to revere it.

Gently took out a piece of paper in the tin box, wrinkled, yellow, and fragile, this is Ren Hai's evaluation of it.

"If you're afraid of getting angry, drink Wang Laoshi!" The last word is only half, in awe of the text, for the last word, Ren Hai did not dare to guess too much.

This is the charm of words, if there is no such words to pass down, he still does not know, there is such a treasure, he can not be afraid of fire.

Picking up the second one, this piece of paper is obviously larger, most of the content on it is intermittent, and there is no reason for it, only one paragraph of text is relatively complete.

"In the natural environment without moisture, light is the most important environmental signal that controls stomatal movement."

This paragraph, Ren Hai carefully pondered for a long time, but he couldn't understand what mystery was hidden in this sentence, what is no water? What is stomatal movement? What are environmental signals?

Ren Hai shook his head a little helplessly, took a few again, and carefully tasted the words on them and the meanings in them.

Looking at it, a piece of paper that looked like it had been burned was revealed, his eyes were fixed, his expression was complicated, this paper brought him the most doubts and guesses, and Ren Hai picked it up.

This is my father's thing, and according to my own understanding, this should be called a note.

“10？ On January 3rd, the weather was nice today, but my mood was extremely complicated, I... In the world of hard work, there is a certain ... Something that people know. ”

"106 years? On the 4th of the month, I haven't written anything in a long time, and what happened today I must... Remember, five days ago, I received an order to lead the dive... Team to... The woods advance, I killed... Clones, they're also just in... Home, I felt... Iniquity. ”

"On March 8, 106, the north... The district was successfully recovered, and I received a third-class meritorious service, which should have been a happy thing, but I have never been happy. ”

“10？ In April? , the Sixth Army took over ... This was supposed to be taken over by the Fifth Army, and it seems that something was going on ... Letter. ”

"On September 16, 106, the Sixth Army took the entire ... All felled, my heart fell into deep torment, it was all my fault, I shouldn't... On that mission, I was curious, Sen... In the maximum... Nucleus... exists, why..."

The content of this piece of paper came to an abrupt end here, there were too many missing contents, and Ren Hai had tried his best to understand and appreciate the content on the paper, but he didn't see anything at all.

I've never heard of anything recorded above, and I'm just a small person.

Inside the iron box, there are still some words, which are the result of insufficient burning.

"Creating gods, researching, caring..."Every word portrays a vague picture in Ren Hai's head, which can be seen, but cannot be seen clearly.

Ren Hai was stunned for a while, then gently covered the iron box, put it back in its place, and covered it with soil.

Under the small wooden bed, there was a worn-out linen cloth, Ren Hai took it out, put out the oil lamp, and slept on it.

This was specially prepared by Ren Hai, and as Li Meng grew older, he could no longer sleep in the same bed as he did when he was a child.

……

I don't know how long I slept, Ren Hai woke up, the surroundings were still dark, and his nasal cavity was filled with an unusually rich smell of dust, he only felt that his head was groggy, and he knew that this was caused by extreme lack of oxygen.

The design of the nest does not consider the so-called ventilation at all, but simply digs a habitable pit in the ground.

Supporting his upper body with his hands, skillfully groping for the position of the oil lamp, and lighting it with a flint, Ren Hai squinted his eyes slightly, and gradually opened them, allowing his eyes to slowly adapt to the light of the oil lamp.

"Brother..."

Hearing Li Meng call himself, Ren Hai looked at the position of the small wooden bed, Li Meng didn't know when he woke up, and sat quietly on the small bed.

Ren Hai responded in a whisper, then poured the leftover soup from yesterday in the iron pot into the bowl, brought it to Li Meng, and said softly: "Meng, drink some soup, why did you wake up, do you want to sleep again?" ”

"If I wake up later than you, will you sneak away again?" The meaning in Li Meng's words is obvious, the reason why I got up earlier than you is to watch you.

Ren Hai touched his head a little embarrassed and said, "I just finished the sandstorm, and I have to build a small cabin, how could I..."

"You said the night before yesterday that there was no water at home, and you had to get some water in the town." Before Ren Hai finished speaking, the black material was shaken out by Li Meng.

But today Ren Hait is really going to build a log cabin, just after experiencing the dust, it has become a practice to build a log cabin after the dust.

"Okay, I really don't go out today, do you still want to sleep, if you don't sleep, you can get up and build a wooden house." With that, Ren Hai put the bowl in Li Meng's hand and walked towards the exit of the nest.

Li Meng hurriedly took two sips, carefully placed the bowl on the table, and followed behind Ren Hai.

Ren Hai forcefully pushed away the heavy iron sheet covering the entrance of the dimple, and the sand began to flow into the dimple the moment the iron sheet was opened, and the dazzling sunlight shone in along the gap, how could the dim light of the oil lamp be compared to the sun?

After gradually getting used to it, Ren Hai turned around and said to Li Meng: "Put out the oil lamp!" After saying that, he went out of the nest.