Chapter 164: The Wonderful Uses of Spinach Juice

"Mee~"

Big Sheep's squeaky voice came out — looks like these spinach leaves are useful to it.

Xia Qing happily rubbed Big Sheep's head. "Eating it like this is wasteful. Let me process it a bit. Wait here."

With something tasty on offer, how could Big Sheep possibly stay put? It scrambled up and trotted happily after Xia Qing, waiting to eat.

Xia Qing took the juicer she had traded with Zhang San from the wooden cabinet, washed the spinach leaves clean, and juiced them. Less than half a basket of spinach leaves yielded only ninety milliliters of spinach juice, but it was enough to drink.

Xia Qing went to the second-floor storage room and fetched the potion she had traded from Zhang San, carefully dripping four drops into the spinach juice and stirring it evenly. Then she used a syringe to draw fifteen milliliters of the green spinach juice, squirted it into her own mouth, and showed an expression of Tao Zui.

This was no ordinary spinach juice — it had a yi-element content of six ten-thousandths, and its effect was even better than the premium nutrient solution sold in the safe zone for two thousand points per fifteen milliliters.

The premium nutrient solution could not only quickly replenish stamina but also repair bodily damage. Although its effect wasn't as good as yi-fluid, it had no side effects.

Watching Xia Qing make the nutrient solution, it looked in every way like a witch brewing poison. But Big Sheep didn't know what a witch was. It gazed at her eagerly. "Mee~"

Want to eat.

"Okay." Xia Qing agreed, drew another twenty milliliters of spinach juice with the syringe, and pushed it straight into Big Sheep's mouth. Big Sheep didn't waste a single drop and drank it all, then gazed at Xia Qing eagerly again, letting out a squeaky voice:

"Mee~"

Still want more.

"The medicinal effect is too strong — can't drink too much, your body can't handle it." Xia Qing didn't keep feeding it. She fetched the two wolves' water basins, poured out the water inside, then squirted thirty milliliters of spinach juice into the basins.

Thirty milliliters of spinach juice only covered the bottom of one basin, but it was worth over four thousand points. Xia Qing placed the basins in front of the sheep pen and introduced them to her two SVIP guests. "This is spinach juice that can heal ultrasonic damage. You two each have a few sips — you'll feel better after drinking."

The broken-legged wolf didn't look at the basin. Its gaze on Xia Qing was no longer fierce, but still brimming with wildness — impossible to communicate with.

The brain-evolved wolf could communicate. After hearing Xia Qing's words, it used its recovered forelimb to prop up its body and crawled out, lowering its head to lap the spinach juice.

When it had lapped half, Xia Qing reminded it, "You can't drink it all, or your body won't be able to take it. Leave the rest for that broken-legged wolf to drink."

The brain-evolved wolf looked up at Xia Qing. Green spinach juice droplets still clung to the fur around its mouth — it actually looked a little cute.

Xia Qing laughed, pointed at the spinach juice in the basin, then pointed at the broken-legged wolf in the sheep pen. "This is medicine. Let it have a few sips."

The brain-evolved wolf actually understood Xia Qing's meaning. It only let out a low whine, and the broken-legged wolf in the sheep pen obediently came out to lap the spinach juice.

Xia Qing once again confirmed that this one's IQ was no worse than the alpha wolf's — no wonder the alpha wolf valued it so highly.

After the two wolves licked the spinach juice clean, Xia Qing washed the basin and refilled it with spring water. Just as she was about to head back to the fields to keep busy, she heard splashing sounds coming from the water bucket.

Her spring-water fish had come around!

Xia Qing ran to the water bucket and found that none of the four edible spring-water fish were belly-up anymore, though they hadn't yet recovered the spirited energy to bite snap-snap at people.

She fished them out directly and dripped two drops of spinach juice into each fish's mouth. She dripped some into the belly-up one too — a dead horse treated as a live horse doctor.

Then she stored the remaining spinach juice properly and went to the fields to clean up the corn, mung beans, and cotton that had been smashed.

The seedlings in the field were planted sparsely. Although a patch had been smashed, each patch only had twenty-something seedlings broken. The yellow-grade mung beans could be replanted, but the corn couldn't, because Xia Qing had no more corn seeds.

She asked over the walkie-talkie, "Uncle Shi, are you there?"

The reason Xia Qing didn't look for Qi Fu was that Qi Fu had a head injury and needed rest, so he was rarely online now. Although she had never heard Zhong Tao mention what his parents did before the catastrophe, Xia Qing had heard Zhong Tao chatting casually with Qi Fu on the lord channel and discovered that he also knew about farming.

When the inspection team passed by and chatted, they also said that Territory No. 10's fields were farmed very well. So Xia Qing consulted Zhong Tao. As for the Shi family's parents wanting to matchmake Xia Qing with their son — after Hu Zifeng publicly began "pursuing" Xia Qing, that matter was turned over.

Zhong Tao's honest, simple voice quickly came through the walkie-talkie. "I'm here."

"Uncle Shi, a large patch of my corn seedlings was smashed to death by an evolved bird. Can I replant the cleared plot with mung beans?"

Zhong Tao answered, "You can, but corn grows tall. Don't plant the mung beans too close to the corn, or they won't get sunlight and won't grow well."

After thanking him, Xia Qing crouched by the cornfield and considered how close counted as too close. Corn could grow over two meters tall. If she didn't want the mung bean seedlings to be shaded by the corn, she could only plant two in the very center.

Only planting two — might as well not plant at all. Xia Qing decided not to waste mung bean seeds and turned to deal with the cotton.

The smashed patches of corn and mung bean seedlings, not even knee-high, didn't pain Xia Qing too much. But this patch of cotton plants, already bearing bolls and flowers, truly pained her.

Because in another half month, the cotton bolls at the bottom of the plants should have split open for harvest. That evolved bird's smash was equivalent to smashing away one of her cotton seat cushions.

After the catastrophe and the great evolution of Blue Star's organisms, Blue Star's climate was different from before. Apart from the Calamity Rain, the changes across spring, summer, and autumn weren't very pronounced, but winter changed greatly.

Before the catastrophe, Hui-3 Base's winter (December to February of the following year) had an average temperature of around six degrees, and cold-hardy vegetables could grow in the fields.

But after the catastrophe, the winter average temperature dropped ten degrees, reaching minus six degrees, and at its coldest could hit minus twenty degrees. The cold, the dampness, and the strong winds combined to make winter the most grueling season.

Unlike the safe zone, the territory didn't have tall walls to block the wind. So for Xia Qing, this winter would definitely be colder than previous years, and she urgently needed to supplement her cold-weather clothing — which was why she had been growing cotton so carefully.

Because cotton equals cotton quilts and cotton clothes, and cotton quilts and cotton clothes equal warmth.

What pained Xia Qing most was that among the smashed cotton plants, two were green-grade. Her two mu of cotton field had over eight thousand two hundred cotton plants; now there were over seven thousand four hundred left, but only forty-three were green-grade.

Although she had no plans to eat cottonseed oil, green-grade cotton plants had a low probability of undergoing Calamity Rain evolution, so their planting risk was naturally lower than yellow-grade plants.

So these forty-plus green-grade cotton plants — Xia Qing planned to save them all for seed. These past months she had been caring for them like the apples of her eye, like treasures.

Damn that dead bird — it smashed two of them to death in one go, and the bird blood even polluted a large patch of land!

After dealing with the crop seedlings crushed by the evolved bird in the greenhouse, it was getting late. The chickens and geese in the pen had already gone into their coops.

Xia Qing picked vegetables for the evening meal and, passing the chicken coop, carried the coop home. Eight poultry had died in one go — Xia Qing clearly felt the coop had gotten lighter. Not only lighter, but the surviving chicks and goslings inside, including that black-feathered little rooster, also had no energy to cheep and cackle.