Chapter 225 The refreshing days of the oil head monster
Lu Zhengkang brought Su Xiangli to the Xingfu Farming Area, where the five groups of the 16th rice planting team were once employed. It was also his old house. Now, the house is still the same. The things inside have changed slightly, but the owner's family has changed.
It became Zheng Qiyul.
The Greasy Guy happily welcomed Lu and Su, "Hey, aren't this our little husband and wife team? Why do you have time to see me?"
Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli had no reaction to this level of teasing. Mr. Lu smiled and said, "We young people came to visit the empty nesters. Teacher Zheng, are you touched?"
"I'm so moved, come on, please come in."
Life in a rural area is not so much about experiencing the hardships of the countryside as it is about escaping from urban congestion.
In modern society, without the labor of farming, everyone can truly experience the pastoral joy and peace.
One day in Zheng Qilu's life, he got up around six o'clock in the morning, maybe five o'clock, or later, and woke up at eight o'clock at the latest. He had to prepare three meals by himself. There was no housework robot in the house. He didn't buy it. He made it by himself and had enough food and clothing.
It's also pretty good.
Lu Zhengkang asked, "Why not get a robot?"
The greasy-headed monster scratched his increasingly long hair and said, "Don't worry. This thing can't be said well, it's evil."
Lu Zhengkang thought to himself: A person who lives in a rural area and is a third-level social security official vaguely knows the news about the omnic rebellion. It seems that the news has not been sealed.
Zheng Qilu's breakfast usually consists of cold rice soaked in boiling water, and he can eat two large bowls with leftovers from the night before.
In the morning, you have to go to the workshop to set tasks for agricultural machinery. After the outbreak of the Detroit incident in the United States, the AI program for this type of agricultural machinery has been deleted. All shapes need to be set by farmers themselves. This has somewhat raised the threshold for this profession. Zheng Qilu is
He has relevant knowledge and skills, but my great-grandfather probably does not have that ability. Therefore, even if Lu Xuefeng does not retire voluntarily, he is not allowed to continue to work in the agricultural area.
Lunch will be simple, with about one dish and one soup. Zheng Qilu has the patience for delicious food. Sometimes he will stew a plump pork knuckle in the rice cooker. Starting from eight or nine in the morning, it will be simmered over low heat without boiling until noon.
When eating, the elbow has been boiled to the bone, and the rich red sauce has a mellow taste. For such a hard dish, it doesn't matter if you eat rice noodles and steamed buns as the staple food.
In the afternoon, Zheng Qilu had to stay in the workshop, using drones and satellite remote sensing to monitor the real-life conditions of the farmland. If there were any unexpected problems, he would need to set up agricultural machinery to solve them, or he would have to go there himself. In general, in fact,
It is a very leisurely job. With the NCA system, the farming areas have always had good weather.
Dinner will be more formal, because it is rest time, Zheng Qilu has enough time to eat for himself.
His life is already full of life, but compared to Lu Xuefeng, it is still far behind. The young male and female duo have already enjoyed the meticulous care of their great grandfather. Looking at the life of the older single oil-headed man Zheng Qilu, he feels that he is quite
To be sloppy.
Of course, Teacher Xiao Zheng’s life is not just retiring in the farming area. He is actually a second-hand artist. He also plays with sculptures. Large plaster statues are placed in the yard, as well as artificially spliced wood. He bought a
A large pile is used for wood carvings. One work requires him ten and a half days of hard work. Catching up with the busy farming season, he may spend a whole quarter making the finished product.
From material selection, carving, coloring to putting it up for sale online, he did it all by himself. He also recorded the process and made it into a video for people to enjoy. Now Zheng Qilu is more or less an Internet celebrity. The kind of comprehensive photos he took
Content for age groups is the most heavily promoted.
Once Lu Zhengkang and the others arrived, there was no need to worry about cooking. Lu Zhengkang was in charge of the red case, and Su Xiangli was in charge of the white case. The meal was from appetizer to dessert, and Zheng Qilu didn't need to skip any snacks. He was moved to tears.
"Teacher Zheng, I'm not talking about you. You are a national talent at the third level of social security. You don't work in those laboratories, and you don't take the civil service examination. You live in a rural area. What do you think you want?" Lu Zhengkang said again.
Encourage the oil-headed monster to turn around and get over.
Teacher Xiao Zheng asked back, "I heard from your great-grandfather that you want to be a painter in the future?"
Lu Zhengkang was stunned, "Yes, artistic creation."
"You are so smart, why don't you become a scientist?"
"Because I don't want to stay up late doing experiments, otherwise I will go bald." Xiao Lu gently stroked his still thick hair. How much? Not much. Compared with when he was a child, his hair is really thin now.
Zheng Qilu smiled sadly, "Me too."
Lu Zhengkang's body trembled, and when he took a closer look at the grease-headed monster, he saw that his long hair was sticking to his scalp and was actually a little thin.
"Teacher Zheng!"
"Lu Zhengkang!"
Woohoo! The two grown men hugged each other and cried.
Su Xiangli tilted his head, "Why are you so crazy?"
"You don't understand!" x2
Su Xiangli shrugged, men, huh, boring male creatures.
On the second day of living in the farming area, Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli exchanged bodies. They looked as usual and played each other's roles. There was almost no difference, except that "Lu" became more silent and "Su" became more talkative.
More tuberculosis.
On the third day, they swapped their bodies and decided to go see their grandfather. They originally planned to go directly to the nursing home on the first day. They sent an email in advance, but the grandfather said that he was not in the hospital and had gone to deliver the bones of old friends.
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Now, there is only one Lu Xuefeng left in the Viva Romana band. He is the second oldest in the band and has lived the longest.
Today is January 23, 2093, and the day after tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. Lu Zhengkang and his wife will have to go home the day after tomorrow at the latest.
The day I saw my grandpa again, that is, the morning of the 23rd, the sky was partly cloudy. The main reason was that the sky in the northwest was covered with thick clouds, which looked iron-grey. The floating skylight shuttled through the clouds, which was a bit magical.
color.
Looking up at the surroundings on the flat land, there is a blue sky to the east, and the woods on the horizon can be vaguely seen. On the smooth arc, these towering forest plains are just a tiny protrusion, like some kind of low-rise forest.
Short fungal creatures. There are some gloomy sedimentary clouds in the south, flashing with thunder. It is rare to see such weather in winter. There is no rain there, just unprovoked thunderbolts.
The temperature was not very low, so I was walking outside wearing a fleece jacket. When I took a breath, it was like a white arrow that curled up three or two inches and disappeared.
On such a day, when I met my grandfather, the old man could no longer bear his head. His back was bent, his shoulders were wrinkled, his cheeks were cut by nasolabial folds, and they fell down like two crops.
The old man is not far from death.
The grandfather saw Lu Zhengkang and Su Xiangli running over and waved. When Zheng Qilu came, he just rolled his eyes at him and said, "Why are you following me? I have been in a nursing home for so many years and you still refuse to rest.
rest?"
The greasy-headed guy just nodded loosely and shook his long, thinning hair, "I don't dare, I've already retired."
"In your line of work, there is no such thing as retirement."
