MMB Chapter 1 Is this still Earth?
Chapter 1 Is this still Earth?
"Brother, wake up, I'm hungry, are you hungry?"
Zhuang Lihui suddenly felt someone shaking him and opened his eyes to see a young man with messy hair and so thin that his bones were protruding.
Who is this?
Just as Zhuang Lihui was about to ask, a memory that didn't belong to him surged up.
After a long while, everyone was dumbfounded.
Where did we get him? Is this still Earth? Is this still the 21st century?
After processing those memories, he realized he had transmigrated to the era of the Great Famine. At that time, the entire country was suffering from a severe drought, resulting in a significant reduction in grain production. People everywhere were starving, and in many places, people were even dying of hunger.
The original owner of this body was also named Zhuang Lihui. His father died early, and his mother couldn't bear it, so she secretly ran away one day, leaving Zhuang Lihui and his younger brother to depend on each other for survival.
Fortunately, they have a reliable second uncle who has helped the two brothers a lot over the years.
However, because of this, my second aunt and second uncle often quarreled.
"Is there any food left at home?" Zhuang Lihui asked.
Zhuang Liming, the younger brother, shook his head: "The sweet potatoes that our second uncle secretly gave us a few days ago were eaten last night."
Zhuang Liming's stomach rumbled whenever sweet potatoes were mentioned.
Zhuang Lihui almost wanted to restart the game right there. Damn it! Isn't this a hellish start?
What about Goldfinger?
Having traveled through time, it's impossible for Mother Earth not to prepare gifts for her child who has traveled far away.
Just as he was thinking, his consciousness suddenly touched something, and his entire consciousness arrived in a magical space. Under his feet was a dozen or twenty acres of black soil, with a well in the middle, the well water was clear and cold.
Ok?
This is a classic spiritual spring space!
Zhuang Lihui is very familiar with him.
This is the benefit of reading a lot of novels; even if you time-travel, you won't panic because you're familiar with the process. Even if you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen pigs run?
Hmm! Zhuang Lihui felt more confident.
We need to find a way to get some seeds and test the growth rate of the spiritual spring space.
With a thought, his entire consciousness returned to his body.
"Brother! We can't take Uncle's food anymore, Shi Tou and the others aren't getting enough to eat either," Zhuang Liming said to his older brother.
Stone is the son of Second Uncle, that is, their cousin. He likes to pick his nose, and it's unclear whether he has eaten anything.
Zhuang Lihui nodded: "You tidy up the house. Even though we're poor, we can't let the house become a mess. I'm going out to find something to eat, so come back as soon as possible."
Zhuang Liming had no objection and didn't ask his older brother where they were going to find food.
Stepping out of the house, Zhuang Lihui felt dizzy and almost fell, experiencing symptoms similar to low blood sugar. Zhuang Lihui understood that this was a problem caused by hunger.
He was going to find his childhood friend, Chen Jian'an.
"Auntie, is Jian'an home?" He arrived in front of a house, but did not go in; he stood outside and asked.
The woman hanging clothes to dry glanced at Zhuang Lihui, seemingly guessing his purpose, and replied without turning her head, "He's not here, he's gone out."
However, the next moment, a young man came out of the house.
This person was Chen Jian'an.
He first complained to his mother, "Mom, what are you saying?"
Then, Chen Jianan walked towards Zhuang Lihui: "Brother Hui, let's go outside and talk."
"You brat, if you're so tough, don't come back!" the woman cursed angrily.
After walking a short distance, Chen Jian'an whispered an apology to Zhuang Lihui: "Brother Hui, I'm sorry! You know my mom has a sharp tongue but a soft heart."
The reason they've become so heartless is because they're starving.
Zhuang Lihui nodded understandingly: "Don't I know what kind of person my aunt is?"
Zhuang Lihui had helped the two brothers in the past, and he wasn't ungrateful. He wouldn't forget their past kindness just because they weren't helping him anymore.
Chen Jian'an took out a small bag of corn kernels from his pocket, about half a bowl's worth, and handed it to Zhuang Lihui.
"Brother Hui, take this back. I'll see if I can steal some more tomorrow."
Zhuang Lihui did not refuse; he came to find Chen Jian'an for the seeds.
He patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "Good brother, I won't stand on ceremony with you."
"Don't mention it! I'll go back and appease my mom first!" Chen Jian'an said with a smile.
His mother dotes on him the most. Whenever he gets into trouble, she can easily forgive him by coaxing him.
"good!"
Zhuang Lihui was also eager to conduct experiments.
After walking a distance, Zhuang Lihui found a secluded spot where no one was around. With a thought, he appeared in the Spirit Spring space. It seemed his guess was correct; it was indeed possible to travel through space.
The air in the Spirit Spring Space was exceptionally fresh, and Zhuang Lihui couldn't help but take a deep breath, immediately feeling much more relaxed.
He went to the well, bent down, scooped up some water with his hands, and drank it directly.
This taste, this feeling, it's definitely from Lingquan Spring.
Although Zhuang Lihui had never tasted any spiritual spring before, he believed that anything that made people feel lightheaded was most likely a spiritual spring.
If it's not a sacred spring, what else could it be?
He's read a lot of novels; you can't fool him.
Zhuang Lihui took out the corn kernels that Chen Jianan had given him earlier, looked at the black soil under his feet, and thought to himself that he was still not well prepared!
I forgot to bring all my tools.
He dug with his hands and found that the black soil was very soft and could be dug open without tools. So, he dug a hole in the black soil next to the well and planted the corn kernels one by one.
Zhuang Lihui planted all the corn kernels, intending to water them with the spiritual spring, but since he hadn't brought a bucket or anything, it was still inconvenient.
So, with a thought, he left the spiritual spring space, found an abandoned gourd ladle nearby, returned to the spiritual spring space, scooped up spiritual spring water with the ladle, and poured it onto each kernel of corn.
After watering the corn with the spiritual spring, he looked back and was pleasantly surprised to find that the first corn he had watered with the spring had sprouted and emerged from the ground, growing at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.
That's an exaggeration, absolutely an exaggeration.
Good heavens! With this spiritual spring space, let alone the Great Famine, even in the apocalypse, he could survive and thrive.
At this rate of growth, he felt he could eat the corn before dark.
With nothing else to do, Zhuang Lihui surveyed the entire Spirit Spring space and began to plan. This land must be put to good use.
The best place to build a house near the well is where one can sleep and rest.
We could build a chicken coop or something in the back, and raise chickens there, right? This spiritual spring can promote plant growth, so it should have a significant effect on animal husbandry as well.
Logically speaking, the poultry and other products produced by Lingquan Space should be of higher quality and taste better.
You can also dig a pond next to it, bring the spring water into it, and raise some fish in the pond.
Zhuang Lihui's mind was full of wonderful ideas.
An hour later, the corn seedlings were over a meter tall; two hours later, they began to sprout ears; and three hours later, the corn ears were ripe and ready to be picked and cooked.
Although this corn isn't quite ripe yet, it tastes delicious.
By the fourth hour, the corn seedlings had turned yellow and the corn had dried out.
Zhuang Lihui quickly broke off all the corn and pulled up the corn stalks to pile them aside.
When he finished threshing all the corn, he turned around and was shocked to find that the corn stalks had disappeared.
Was it decomposed by space?
Is there such a function? That's great.