Chapter 89 Wasteland

After storing all the wild boars in her spatial storage, and seeing that there was no more movement outside the bushes, Yunxi finally had time to check how many wild boars she had stored inside.

There weren't many wild boars this time. The pig father and mother, along with their three piglets, were all wiped out in one fell swoop within the space.

For now, leave them all in the space. Once the number of wild boars has increased, we'll deal with them all at once.

I already have plenty of meat and don't plan to sell it, so I'm not in a hurry to process it.

After dealing with the uninvited guests, Yunxi continued frying her small fish. There were several hundred pounds of small fish, and it would indeed take some time to fry them all.

After a busy morning, it was already afternoon by the time all the small fish were fried.

Yunxi even missed her mealtime. She glanced at her watch and realized it was already 1:30 in the afternoon.

No wonder my stomach was growling; it turns out it was past mealtime.

All the fried small fish were put into large water tanks. One tank wasn't enough, so four tanks were needed to finally fill them all.

As for the little oil left in the pot after frying, Yunxi simply scooped it up in a soup bowl because there wasn't much left.

I put it directly into my spatial storage, intending to take it out and use it again next time I want to fry something.

Originally, the cracklings were placed in a soup bowl, but after frying all the fat, there were more cracklings than I had imagined.

Finally, it was put into a wooden basin the size of a washbasin, and the basin was full of oil residue.

Because all the oil was seasoned, the rendered fat was especially fragrant. Yunxi thought that she could use the oil extracted from the rendered fat as her main cooking oil in the future, it was just too delicious.

All the basins, jars, and pots that had been placed on the open space were put away, leaving only two pots on the stove.

It's just that I've used it for so long that I don't dare touch it at all; it's just too hot.

However, if you put it directly into the space, it will feel dirty because it hasn't been washed.

Looking at the thick layer of oil in the pot, I remember that this much oil was enough to feed a family in the village for half a month.

Grandma Yunxi used to use a gauze pad to apply oil, and she would just swipe it a few times in the pan when cooking. If she knew how wasteful she was with oil now, I wonder if she would be so angry that she would jump out of her coffin.

Since the pot couldn't be touched, Yunxi took out the food from her spatial storage. So much time had already passed; it was time to fill her stomach first.

While eating, he used his mental energy to multitask, with one part of his mind directly observing the space filled with things.

My eyes swept over the pile of dirty stuff in the corner, and I suddenly thought about the flat place I was in.

His eyes lit up instantly.

This place is only about an acre in total, but it's already bigger than my own private plot. If I were to cultivate it and plant more things, it would seem like a great idea.

Leave a small space in the corner so that you can cook whatever you want later. You can use the rest of the space to grow things.

We used quite a lot of spices today. Yunxi thinks she could plant more garlic, ginger, and other similar things here.

In the nooks and crannies, you can squeeze some sweet potato vines in wherever you can, so it's not a waste of space.

After eating, I couldn't wait to get started.

I just realized that I haven't finished the task yet, and there are no seeds of garlic, scallions, or ginger in the space, so I can only regretfully say that I'll have to come back next time.

However, it was still early before dark, and the people working in the fields wouldn't be finishing work so soon. I could finish preparing the land first, then take out the pig feed from my space and hand in the task. That wouldn't take too long.

The thought of it was so appealing that I put aside the makeshift stove for the time being and took out a hoe from my spatial storage.

With my current strength and the help of this space, cultivating an acre of land would be a piece of cake.

He controlled his own space, enveloping the entire acre of land, and began to use his mental power to gradually overturn it.

I didn't feel too bad when I was turning over the soil in my private plot, but when I was clearing the wasteland, the mental energy required seemed to increase several times. In addition, it was wasteland that had never been planted before, so after all the land was turned over, I felt waves of pain in my temples.

It seems that my mental strength is not without limits. But suddenly I feel that digging just one acre of land is so tiring. I feel that my mental strength is a bit useless.

I glanced at the time on my hand; it was almost three o'clock. No wonder I felt a bit drained of my mental energy. I'd been working on this for over an hour; it's no wonder I was tired.

Despite the pain in my temples, I lightly drizzled the newly cleared land so that the soil wouldn't be too compacted when I came to work on it tomorrow.

The garbage that could be used as fertilizer was spread in a thick layer on the wasteland. When I come back tomorrow, my mental energy will have recovered, and then I can mix the soil and garbage together.

After preparing the land, Yunxi went straight to the temporary stove, touched the iron pot to make sure it wasn't too hot, and then quickly took it to the stream to wash it clean.

There was just too much oil in the pot, so I grabbed a bunch of weeds from the stream, added some water, and scrubbed it vigorously several times until I finally got rid of the oily residue.

However, if you touch it with your hands, it still feels greasy. I glanced into the room and immediately saw the soap and bar soap I bought at the supply and marketing cooperative.

I took out a new, unused bar of soap, and from now on, I'll use this bar specifically for washing pots and pans.

After cleaning it thoroughly, I picked a large handful of clean grass and washed it again to remove the sticky soapy feeling from the pot.

Worried that the first wash wasn't thorough enough and that all the dishes she cooked would have a soapy smell, Yunxi washed it several more times.

After confirming that there was no smell, they put the pot away.

The other iron pot was also thoroughly cleaned using the same method.

After washing them clean, I also put the large stones that had been used to build the makeshift stove into my spatial storage.

If I need to use it someday but I'm not here, I can take it out and use it anytime.