Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the driver's seat of the three-wheeled agricultural vehicle. On the knee was an open mahogany scorpion. The pistol was black and bright and held in his hand. The handle was engraved with a black five-pointed star. This is a "May 4th." "Pistol, which is the "black star" pistol in Hong Kong movies.

Although the age of the pistol is longer than Zhang Xiaoqiang, the original owner of the pistol is still in good condition. I can hardly see the traces left by the years, pull the bolt and pull the trigger against the small tree in front.

The sound of the "咔" empty warehouse hangs out, Zhang Xiaoqiang is very satisfied with the unexpected harvest. With this pistol, his life is also covered with an insurance, but there are not many bullets, three impellers and fifty Around.

The magazine was stuck in the handle of the gun, and Zhang Xiaoqiang held the "May 4th" pistol around, as long as the man did not like the gun, especially for Zhang Xiaoqiang, a gun that only touched the toy gun, let him Excited.

"Uncle, are you finding this stuff in it?" Yang Keer looked eager to look.

"Children are not allowed to play with guns!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said as he put his pistol in the back. Yang Keer is even more depressed.

Rice, coarse grains, beans, vegetable oil, and bacon have been loaded into the carriages and pulled to the caves. The platform of nearly 500 square meters has become crowded by the former air.

In the small village, the harvest was quite abundant. Before the virus broke out, it was closed in recent years. Every household is killing pig smoked bacon, and now Zhang Xiaoqiang is cheaper.

“When can I finish eating?” Zhang Xiaoqiang, who is looking like a mountain of smoked meat, is now squatting. Now every household in the countryside feeds pigs, and with pork prices, the family must feed at least three or four heads. head. Although there will be some out of the year before, the number of pigs that can be left by themselves is at least one or two. On average, each household has at least 150 kilograms of smoked pork, not counting those dried fish, dried chickens and ducks. Air dried rabbit legs and legs.

"One five five, two fifty-one, three five fifteen, four five twenty-one?" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the dozens of smoked pig heads piled in front of him, hundreds of smoked pig's trotters, and more The ribs and fats are a little numb, and even the accounts are confused.

Finally, the bacon meat was counted out, and the smoked pork was about 10,000 pounds. Other waxy mountain goods also had nearly a thousand pounds.

Rarely eat fresh meat in the countryside, usually eating bacon from your own home. Only when you are happy or not, go to the market town to buy it. The meat of a hundred people a year is very spectacular.

Zhang Xiaoqiang counted, and he and the little girl can eat for a hundred years. However, bacon goods can not be stored for a hundred years, two years are somewhat mysterious, the town is occupied by zombies, and the animals gradually mutate. The materials in the last days will only become more and more tense in the future. Thinking of so many bacon spoiled and rotted, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to drop blood.

Suddenly, my mind flashed into my grandmother's house when I was young. In the past eight years, the living conditions in the rural areas were not good. Usually, it was difficult to eat meat. The parents took Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister to the country to see the grandmother. The grandmother took out the weekdays and was reluctant to eat bacon to entertain them. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not see it for a long time. Grandma, who wants to be close to her, has been following her grandmother until she sees her grandmother plucking a golden color of bacon from the gluten.

I have asked why my grandmother wants to hide in the valley. Through the grandma’s narrative, I know that the bacon in the valley is kept for a long time. It’s no problem for seven or eight years. Some people still hide for more than ten years and take it out. There is no change in taste.

"Haha Valley!" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of the way, "Go, look at the sky and go out again!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said to Yang Keer.

"Oh... Uncle you bully people, until now I am still tired and can not stand straight, you see, even the skin of the hand is broken!" Yang Keer crying face and spread his hands to show Zhang Xiaoqiang!

"Don't go! You don't have meat in the future!" Zhang Xiaoqiang issued a killing skill.

"Oh.. I know that bullying people, people have not yet pinched adult." Yang Keer complained to follow.

"No adult? KAO, you minors have done what adults should do, haven't grown up yet? Hey!" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought sourly.

The three-wheeled agricultural vehicle opened the village with the noise of “outburst”. The corpse under the bridge has stood up, and the smell of people gathers under the bridge to push and push. Zhang Xiaoqiang does not care for them. The river banks on both sides are enough. High and steep, even normal adult men can't climb. Not to mention the zombies who can't see things!

In accordance with the established procedures, stop at the door, start to rummage, find the target materials, and carry. The glutinous rice is stored in the utility room or next to the pig pen, and the farmer usually uses it to feed the pigs.

Zhang Xiaoqiang moved on the ground, and Yang Keer picked up the code in the car.

"Uncle" Yang Keer called Zhang Xiaoqiang who was rebellious and ready to move again.

"啥" Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped and aimed at Yang Keer and took a cigarette from his pocket and prepared to take a rest.

"Uncle, can I go to the top?" Yang Kerer pointed to the small building.

“What are you going to do?” Zhang Xiaoqiang is puzzled, because the food bacon is usually stored in the kitchen or in the warehouse, and the two do not need to go upstairs.

"Yes, it is my thing that is almost gone, I want to go to the upstairs bedroom to find." Yang Keer remembered what looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes.

"Call! What is it in the end? Say it well!" Zhang Xiaoqiang spit out a bit of smoke and was not bothered.

"I hate it, uncle, you are necrotic, that is, you are fishing the zombies! 咦..... Your expression was so wretched!" Yang Keer said without a face!

"Go and go! Find more, that thing is very important!" Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression is also very cumbersome.

"That is a big killer!" Looking at Yang Keer into the small building Zhang Xiaoqiang began to recall the previous scene.

"That? What is Kimid said? Give me a fulcrum. I can pick up the earth. I said, give me a piece of hygiene and a towel. I can let the zombies jump off the building!" Zhang Xiaoqiang is very proud~lightnovelpub.net~ Of course it must be fresh! Zhang Xiaoqiang made a summary of the wretched.

"Uncle, come on, there are good things!" Yang Keer shouted upstairs.

“Did you find a hidden treasure chest?” Zhang Xiaoqiang walked upstairs.

Looking up to the second floor, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought that he walked into the labor insurance supermarket. The living room on the second floor was about seven or eighty square meters. A kind of camouflage training uniforms, even old-fashioned green uniforms, blue military pants. I want to come and sell it to the farmer when I work in the field.

Into the living room Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully looked up, Yang Keer happily picked and picked on the shelves.

There are nine shelves in the corners of the wall, one is full of liberation shoes, also training shoes, high-top rubber shoes, one is brushes, towels, soap washing powder, etc., a small hardware shelf, screwdriver screws, switch plugs, Wire bulbs, electricians, knives, etc., women's "things" and toilet paper shampoos also occupy a shelf. Zhang Xiaoqiang even saw a shelf full of men's underwear, long pants, women's underwear, and various socks.

"How many days did you change your underwear?" Zhang Xiaoqiang recalled that although he changed his clothes in other people's homes, he couldn't wear other people's underwear. When he saw the clean underwear, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that it was itchy in the crotch.

Some other shelves are either some farm tools, or some little children like to eat, stationery, school bags, and finally see a cigarette glass counter, not many varieties, three or four dollars, five or six dollars, good For ten yuan, I found ten "Yellow Crane Towers" selling eighteen dollars under the counter. It seems that it is a welcome welcome for the New Year to entertain the smoke.

Yang Keer’s little girl didn’t know where to pull out a backpack and kept picking supplies.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted at Yang Keer: "Don't pick it, move it all back!"