Zhang Heng changed his clothes, got off work from the power plant, and returned to his residence.
When he opened the door, he saw that the receptionist was busy killing fish, preparing to make squirrel mandarin fish. She learned this dish from Zhang Heng. Of course, mandarin fish were not available in Ukraine, so she had to replace it with other fish from the Pripyat River.
The receptionist asked Zhang Heng in Ukrainian while scraping the fish scales, "How was work today?"
"Well, as usual." Zhang Heng put the paper bag in his hand on the table. "The pickles and jam you wanted. I bought them for you when I got off work."
"That's great. I can use them now," the receptionist said happily.
When Zhang Heng bought the pickled cucumber, he accidentally obtained another 2 game points. So far, he had earned 192 game points from the parallel quest, and he had almost leveled up all the skills that needed to be upgraded. As for the Chernobyl accident, although Zhang Heng wasn't in the central control room at the time, he could basically figure out what happened that night based on the conversation he had with the person involved. However, the strange thing was that there was still no progress on the main quest.
Among the system notifications that Zhang Heng received during this period, none of them were related to the main quest to find the key character. It was as if the system had completely forgotten about it.
"Are you off tomorrow?" The receptionist poked her head out of the kitchen again. "Can you drive me to my grandmother's house? They live in the countryside, and it's quite a distance from here."
"Okay," Zhang Heng said.
He had almost finished investigating the reactor, and he had nothing else to do for the time being. Zhang Heng didn't mind being the receptionist's driver. He thought of it as going to the countryside to relax, and at the same time, he wanted to thank the receptionist for her hard work during this period.
The next day, the two woke up early. After breakfast, Zhang Heng drove the well-dressed receptionist to meet her grandparents in a second-hand Lada.
In fact, long before the construction of the nuclear power plant and Pripyat, this area had already been inhabited.
More than 10,000 of them lived in Chernobyl, which was located in the central region, while the remaining 40,000 lived in various villages. At that time, the population density was very low. Often, one could not see a family for dozens of kilometers. The farmers in the vicinity mainly relied on farming for a living. Of course, there were also hunters and fishermen.
The gray Lada drove on a muddy road surrounded by short pines. It was winter now, and it had just snowed about three days ago. The pine trees were covered in snow, and the temperature had dropped below zero. However, the air outside the window was very fresh.
Unlike the town, everything here basically retained its natural and primitive appearance. The woods were covered with mud and moss, and from time to time, small animals would come out to look for food. Along the way, Zhang Heng saw two wild deer.
They didn't need to hibernate. In autumn, they had already changed into long and thick fur. In addition, they had accumulated enough fat under their skin to help them resist the cold and lack of food during the harsh winter. Usually, these wild deer hid in the depths of the forest. Perhaps it was because of the heavy snow that they had experienced before that they were bolder and ran to the edge of the forest.
When they passed by a stream, Zhang Heng got out of the car and washed his face with cold water. When he looked up, he saw a mare on the other side of the stream.
Its fur was snow-white, without a trace of impurities. It had a slender body, strong muscles, and was full of strength and elegance. If it weren't for the fact that it had no horns on its head, it would look like a mythical unicorn.
The beautiful beast was now standing quietly by the river, looking at Zhang Heng across the river.
When he was about to stand up, the white mare raised its hooves, turned around, and ran into the depths of the forest.
"Did you see that?"
Zhang Heng walked back to the car and asked the receptionist in the passenger seat. The receptionist was at a loss. "What did you see?"
"That white horse? It was standing by the riverbank just now. "
"Oh, sorry. Maybe I got up too early this morning. I'm still a little sleepy," the receptionist yawned. "I think I took a nap just now. I didn't see anything. A white horse? Probably one of the villagers nearby. "
"It doesn't look like it. It should be a wild horse," Zhang Heng said.
"Wild horse? That's impossible. I grew up here when I was a child, and I never knew there were wild horses nearby. "The receptionist shook her head." Could it be that you saw it wrong? "
"It's possible."
Zhang Heng didn't bother to explain. He sat back in the driver's seat, started the car, and drove past the stream in front of him. When he washed his face, Zhang Heng had already checked the water level. The water level here was very shallow, and he didn't have to worry about the exhaust pipe being submerged.
After crossing the river, Zhang Heng deliberately looked at the place where the white mare stood just now. He found no hoof prints there, and it was as if the white mare had never happened. The white mare appeared and disappeared like a ghost.
At about 10: 30 in the morning, Zhang Heng and the receptionist arrived at the destination of their trip.
The receptionist's grandfather, grandmother, sister, and brother-in-law warmly welcomed them. At noon, they even prepared red vegetable soup and pork sausages for them. After lunch, the receptionist's brother-in-law suggested that they go hunting in the forest.
"We can hunt some rabbits, wild deer, and so on. Then we can have barbecue for dinner," the receptionist's brother-in-law said. "By the way, Ivan, do you know how to use a gun?"
"What are you thinking about? Svirenna said that Ivan works at the nuclear power plant and is a cultured person. But it doesn't matter, you can teach him when the time comes. Maybe he will like hunting, "Svirenna's sister said enthusiastically.
"We have to find a shotgun for Ivan."
"I remember Grandpa has a double-barreled shotgun," the receptionist said.
"That's the gun my father gave me. I even used it to fight the Germans in World War II. But about six years ago, my health got worse. When I was repairing the roof, I tripped and fell, breaking my leg. After that, I put the gun away," the old man said. "But I take it out every month for maintenance. If you want to go hunting, you can take it with you. It probably misses the days outside."
"That's great. Let's go now," Snerena urged. Snerenna urged. Even the receptionist was very excited to be back in the country, where she had lived before. She had long since thrown away her modesty in the city, and could not wait to run out and make a scene.
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