Restart the Disaster of Another World

After being busy for a while, Jing Yao breathed a sigh of relief. He had clearly chosen to be a freelancer, but now he was so exhausted. There must be something wrong. He lay in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

At this time, Wen Qun came out from the backyard, squatted beside Jing Yao's rocking chair, blinked her beautiful big eyes and asked him, "Ayao, when will the seedlings be transplanted?"

Wen Qun asked casually but Jing Yao was surprised. Well, that was the problem. He married a husband who was too hardworking. Jing Yao put his big hand on Wen Qun's head and ruffled his hair before sitting up. He resigned himself to getting the tools and getting ready to work.

Wen Qun didn't care that Jing Yao had messed up his hair. He just covered his mouth and smiled secretly as he looked at his reluctant but obedient face.

This batch of experimental seeds had grown very well during the winter, and Jing Yao would use his wood-related abilities to nourish them whenever he had nothing to do, which improved the variety imperceptibly. Since they could not be distributed anymore, Jing Yao simply planted them in the backyard, and planned to leave some as the second-generation seeds after picking them all in the early stage.

One was digging holes and the other was planting seedlings. By the time the two of them had planted the entire backyard with peppers, it was already afternoon. Wen Yu saw that Wen Qun had not returned yet, so he came over on his own, bringing two little tails with him.

"Second brother, is this the good-looking pepper?" Wen Lan and Wen Ling squatted under the eaves in the backyard, looking at the scene in surprise and asked.

"Yes, these were planted today. Brother Yao is watering them. Once they have enough water, they will grow quickly. Then we will have plenty of peppers to eat."

"Wow, that's great, chili, chili." The two little guys shouted happily.

In fact, the two little guys can’t eat spicy food, but they like red peppers. This thing is precious now, and the few we have now are kept at home.

The two little guys looked at it with envy every day, but they couldn't get it. Jing Yao promised them that he would give them one plant each when he cultivated a large number of them, so they were so happy.

Wen Yu was not that excited. He was a loyal sweet fan. Compared to these peppers, he was more curious about other species, especially the soft and sticky melon described by Jing Yao.

"Brother, do you want to try A Yao's new recipe?" Wen Qun made spicy hot pot today. This dish does not require much cooking skills. Just put the base ingredients that Jing Yao brought out in order according to the recipe, and then add your favorite ingredients.

The two of them often eat like this when they are busy with work. Wen Qun also plans to do so today. Wen Yu has never eaten like this before.

"Okay, shall we do it now?" Wen Yu was very interested.

"Yeah, it'll be quick. I'll do it now." Wen Qun said as he walked towards the kitchen.

When Jing Yao came back from watering the plants, he saw his brother-in-law and two children looking at other seedlings that had not yet been transplanted, but he did not see Wen Qun.

"Where is brother Qun Qun?" Jing Yao asked while washing his hands.

Wen Yu glanced at him before saying, "I'm cooking."

"Oh, then I'll clean up and go help." He said as he quickened his movements.

Wen Yu felt a little dazed after hearing this, as if only Jing Yao would be like this. Wherever his second brother was, Jing Yao would go over and help if he could. If he couldn't help, he would just stay by his side. They would always stick together.

My father and mother had a pretty good relationship. He didn't have many wives and concubines like his classmates, but they would often be cold to each other and have small quarrels. My father would never go into the kitchen to cook with my mother. They had different preferences.

Wen Yu suddenly saw from Jing Yao and Wen Qun the way of getting along with his future wife that he longed for, which is worth learning.

Jing Yao, who was being borrowed from him, was rubbing his palms that were stained with grass color, feeling troubled. It seems that daily life also needs to be taken care of. Tonight he will find out how to make soap and do some research first.

Wen Qun was very quick. He had already prepared the meal before Jing Yao came to help him. He put the meal on the table and asked people to eat.

While Wen Yu and the two little ones were still answering, Jing Yao had already quickly gone over and sat down, waiting obediently for dinner.

"Let's have spicy hot pot today."

After everyone was seated, Wen Qun brought out a large pot of delicious spicy malatang and placed it in the middle of the table.

"Wow, it looks delicious." Jing Yao praised her politely, "Qun Qun, your cooking skills have improved again."

Wen Yu and his two siblings swallowed their saliva as they looked at the bowl of red oil. They felt it was very spicy just from the smell before they even ate it.

Only Jing Yao enjoyed the dinner, while the four Wen siblings kept drinking water because of the spicy taste.

“Second brother, you obviously can’t eat spicy food, so why do you make it so spicy?” Wen Yu asked in confusion as he looked at Wen Qun who was drinking water.

Wen Qun replied with tears in her eyes: "Ayao loves to eat."

Wen Yu; "..."

Lord Gods from all sides, is there any hope for his brother?

Knowing that others had not had a good meal in order to accommodate him, Jing Yao took out a lot of sweets to coax them, and instantly received four pairs of starry eyes of gratitude.

After dinner, Wen Yu was about to take his family home. Seeing Jing Yao reluctant to leave, he told him what his father wanted him to say: "Chinese New Year is coming in a few days. Father asked my second brother to stay at home with mother to learn what to prepare for the Chinese New Year. You should stay at home by yourself for the next few days and come over to have dinner together on New Year's Eve."

Jing Yao didn't expect that this topic would come up again. Even though he was not very willing, he nodded to show that he understood. Then Wen Yu left Jing Yao's house with the reluctant Wen Qun and the jumping twins.

After seeing the people off, Jing Yao boiled some water, washed up, and went into the space to look for information. He had a lot of space books and various technical formulas, which he would keep for use in the reconstruction after the end of the world. Using them here now was also another kind of reconstruction.

Jing Yaofan searched for a long time and found more than a dozen technologies that he thought would be useful in the future, and gave priority to those that could be realized now for experiments.

The first type is soap and soap. This thing is used by every household. There is no worry about selling it once it is made. The only problem is the raw materials. Animal fats are needed. It seems difficult to produce it on a large scale in this world where eating meat is a luxury. Unless he becomes a breeding tycoon first, he can only make it for his own use or as gifts.

The second is distillation technology. Jing Yao knows how to make wine, and he wants to use distillation technology to extract high-proof liquor and position it as high-end precious wine. This way, he can make money by sacrificing quantity for quality without getting tired. At the same time, he can also use distillation technology to extract floral pure dew to make perfume or add it to soap, killing two birds with one stone.

The third is sugar and salt, two highly profitable commodities. Salt is controlled by the government and cannot be touched, but the same goes for sugar. As long as a large number of beets are planted, sugar can be extracted from them and made into white sugar. There will be more derived sugar products, and the most important thing is that Wen Qun likes them.

He did what he said. On the days when he didn't meet Wen Qun, Jing Yao locked himself in the room to study how to apply these technologies and draw the decomposition design drawings of the utensils that needed to be made by craftsmen.

He also successfully made hydrosols and soaps using the tools in the space, and improved the formulas during the process so that the tools in this world could be mass-produced if the raw materials were available.

Before they knew it, a few days had passed and the Chinese New Year was approaching. During these days, every household in the village was very busy, preparing New Year's goods and food. After they were done, they would send a portion to the neighbors. Jing Yao received several portions of cakes at home.

On New Year's Eve, every household is busy from morning to night preparing various ingredients. Children run around in groups, and no one is happier than them.

Jing Yao had always spent the New Year in a rather boring way in previous years. After all, in this era many families did not split up their families. It was common to have four generations living under the same roof, and a family of dozens of people. It was really pitiful for a lonely person like him.

On that day, he would cook some food to offer sacrifices to Jing Yao's parents. After that, he would always go to bed early at home alone, and there was no need to stay up all night to celebrate the New Year.

This year is different. He is going to Wen Qun's house to celebrate the New Year. This is what Wen Xing had agreed with him at the beginning. This is Wen Qun's last year at home and Jing Yao's first year with a family.

Jing Yao prepared the incense and candles for worship early, lit them by himself, and then went home to the Wen family.

The meal was prepared by Wen's mother, Wen Qun and Granny Chen, and the table was full. Since there would be no cooking tomorrow, the leftovers could be saved for tomorrow. This is called having surplus every year!

Jing Yao brought some wine and some fruit wine he made in his spare time. The alcohol content was not high, just to liven up the atmosphere. Unexpectedly, they were very interested in the wine and praised it highly.

"I have only drunk this wine at the birthday banquet of a wealthy businessman in the city. It is said that it came from an ancient country outside the Great Wall and is as precious as gold." Wen Xing looked at the gorgeous purple wine in the ceramic cup and admired it.

"So precious." Wen Qun was surprised.

"Ayao, can you just take it out and drink it like this?" Wen Yu frowned.

Wen Qun also looked at Jing Yao worriedly. Although he didn't say anything, his expression was clearly written on his face.

"Is it so expensive? Mine is not. I brew it myself. I have a grape vine in my backyard that produces a lot of grapes every year. I can't eat all of them, so I brew a lot of wine. This wine is not intoxicating, and even children can drink it."

That was Jing Yao's first year in this world. Jing Yao was still nervous and for a while he liked to go deep into the mountains. Once he walked too far and got lost, and almost couldn't come back.

It was then that he encountered the grape vine full of grapes and was able to walk back safely. Later, he went back there specifically to dig up the grape vine and plant it behind.

Because he used his supernatural powers too much, the grape vines seemed to have mutated and produced a lot of grapes every year, causing him to pick more grapes than he could eat by himself and make wine.

He still has a lot of things stored in his space. The ones he took out were from the year before last, and he hasn't touched the ones from last year and this year yet.

Thinking about the grape vines that had climbed up the wall in Jing Yao's backyard and had been built on several racks for a long time, and that were so big, it looked like they would bear fruit very soon, so no one doubted it.

"real."

The two little ones were so happy to hear that they could drink too. They had been curious about the wine their father liked to drink for a long time, but their mother didn't allow them to drink it.

"Ayao is so amazing, he knows everything." Wen Qun exclaimed.

Wen Xing and Wen Yu also felt the same way.

Mother Wen was helpless when faced with the two pairs of big eyes. She was also curious about the beautiful wine, so she agreed to their request to drink.

Because of this episode, dinner took quite a long time. Everyone ate while tasting wine, and by the end of the meal, it was already late at night.

After dinner, Jing Yao did not stay long and went back to celebrate the New Year. Regardless of whether he wanted to celebrate the New Year or not, it did not make sense for him to do so in someone else's house.

The next day, the first day of the new year, was the time for people in the village to greet each other. Jing Yao got up early, tidied the house, prepared various snacks and cakes, and waited for the children to come and greet him, and then distributed them to them.

Although he was alone, Jing Yao never treated himself badly, and there was always plenty of food at home. Even though he only liked children in general, he was very generous, and the children who came to his place knew that they could get delicious food at his house. Moreover, Jing Yao did not look fierce, and his temper was even better.

So the children from Shangbao have finished paying their respects to him from the village head, and the children from Xiabao have to pay their respects to him as well. There are a lot of people at home today, and the adults will come over to drink some water and say a few words of blessing to each other, which is considered a good sign. The children will not be polite and will go straight for the delicious food.

Jing Yao entertained them one by one and filled one bottle before moving on to the next one. The next thing was to visit the homes of close friends and relatives. When it was time to pay New Year's greetings to each other, Jing Yao had no relatives, so he was very free.

"Ayao, Ayao, where are you?"

Jing Yao was in his room looking over the drawings he had drawn, thinking about what the factory would look like. He might ask his eldest brother-in-law for advice when he heard a noise outside the door. He put down his pen and hurried out.