Chapter 118 Hope our neighbors can feed those jackals

   Outside the outpost, heavy snow fell.

  At the south gate, Yu Hu, wearing fur clothes, rushed over from the direction of Beit Street against the heavy snow falling in the sky.

  After arriving at the outpost, Yu Hu originally wanted to find Chu Guang, but he couldn't find it, but happened to see the long queue in front of the nursing home.

   Walking a little closer, he saw his sister sitting at a small wooden table.

   Meticulousness is written on the immature face.

  She stretched out her small hand, took the silver coins from the blue coats in line, carefully counted the total number of coins, and then poked a few times on a screen.

   "A total of 41 pieces!"

   Lifting her head, she looked at the players in front of the counter with a sweet smile on her face.

   "Crab crab! Be careful when you take risks."

   "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo money!"

   Sisi, who was standing behind, stroked his forehead with a headache on his face, and stretched out his hand to pull the sleeve of his tail.

   "Okay, okay, Awei, don't be ashamed here, we are blocking the people behind."

   "Don't you think it's cute! You unloving woman!"

   "Cute and cute, tsk, by the way, the convoy of the greenhouse ruins will start in a while. Are you going or not?"

   "Go! Damn, why do you have to work during the day and work at night! What about the casual games you promised? Can't you let me spend a little longer with cute things!"

   "I'm really sorry that I'm not cute enough. Anyway, don't talk nonsense. The most important thing is to earn money for leveling and buy equipment. Let's go, if you don't leave, the brother behind will beat someone."

  The tail that was still shouting was pulled away like this.

  At this time, a big white bear came out from behind, and stood in front of the counter furtively, holding the door frame with somewhat cautious hands.

  Seeing the big bear, Xiaoyu was slightly taken aback, but he was not afraid, and soon a sweet smile appeared on his face.

   "Do you want to save money?"

  Blushing invisible under the hair cover, Roushan Da Momo clumsily fumbled out the purse, and poured the coins inside onto the table.

   "I, I, I, I give it all to you!"

  Looking at the big white bear who dropped the money and left, Xiaoyu said hastily.

   "Ah, wait, wait, that, ID."

   "It's all for you!"

  Finally, thanks to Xiao Qi's help, Xiao Yu found the ID of the great pyrene bear.

  After carefully counting the coins on the table, Xiaoyu followed what Chu Guang taught him to do, and registered the numbers on the VM.

  Although Yu Hu couldn't read or understand what those blue coats were saying, it didn't look like he was embarrassing his sister.

   When the big pyrene bear ran out, he instinctively startled him. If it wasn't for the fact that the people around him didn't respond, he would have almost pulled out his bow and arrow and shot.

   At this time, Chu Guang walked over from the side, looked at Yu Hu and said with a smile.

   "Why don't you come over and say hello?"

"No, I'm just looking casually, so I don't want to disturb her work." Yu Hu smiled honestly, and rubbed the back of his head, "I didn't expect Xiaoyu to be so capable. Trouble."

  Chu Guang said with a smile.

   "Why? Your sister is very smart, and she learns very fast, but no one taught her many things."

   Yu Hu said with a sigh.

"Father, I and my elder brother usually have to go hunting, and I can't teach her anything. Mother taught her pancakes, but she hasn't been doing very well. I was worried last night, would she It’s messed up. I came here early in the morning. On the way, I was still thinking that if she really got into trouble, I would take her back no matter what I said. But looking at it now...letting Xiaoyu follow you is indeed more difficult. Much better with us."

   "You can't say that," Chu Guang shook his head, "You still visit her often, no matter how warm the bed is, it's better to stay with your own family."

   A warm bed?

  Is it progressing so fast?

  Yu Hu froze for a moment, then nodded.

   "You're right...then I'll go first."

  Chu Guang said politely.

   "In such a hurry to go back? Stay and have lunch before leaving."

   "No, no," Yu Hu shook his head repeatedly, waved his hands and said, "I won't bother you here, and I'll go hunting later, so I'll go back after you get busy."

  Chu Guang no longer wanted to stay, but nodded.

   "Be careful on the road."

  …

   Coming out of the north gate, Yu Hu was in a good mood. Although there was snow in the sky, he felt warm on his body, more comfortable than drinking wine.

   But at this moment, he saw a caravan full of bricks, and a person stood beside it.

  The man looked familiar.

  Yu Hu approached and took a look, his eyes suddenly widened.

   "Zhao Rat?!"

   "Yu Hu?!"

   "Wait, didn't you die? I saw your house, the funeral has been done."

  Yu Hu still can't speak as usual, but Zhao Shu can't care about these things at the moment. When he meets a fellow countryman in a foreign country, it's really tearful.

   "Brother, I almost died! Luckily these blue coats saved me!"

It took about five minutes for Zhao Shu and Yu Hu to talk about their experiences over the past month, from being caught by predators while hunting, to the group of blue coats breaking through the stronghold of the Bloody Hand Clan, These people like myself were placed in the brick factory by the river.

  Although instinctively felt that being caught by the predator was a bit strange, Yu Hu couldn't figure out something too complicated, so he quickly focused on other places.

   "...In other words, you are working for Brother Chu and the others now?"

   Zhao Shu was stunned for a moment and said.

"Brother Chu? Are you talking about the manager? Anyway, working here is quite comfortable. You can eat and live here, and there is meat for every meal. You also provide firewood and charcoal for heating. Now you are paid 1 silver coin a day. Every day What I do is to use molds to make bricks, then send them to the kiln to be fired, and then transport the burnt bricks back, without being tired.”

  Yu Hu nodded and asked.

   "Then you won't go back in the future?"

  A complex expression appeared on Zhao Shu's face.

"Go back... Where are we going? Only my parents, my elder brother and their two children are left at home. The remaining food is barely enough for the winter. If I go back, there will definitely not be enough food for the family. What to eat. Let’s talk about it when spring starts next year, then… wait until then.”

   While talking, Zhao Shu suddenly remembered something, said "wait for me later", then turned around and ran into the gate.

   Not long after, he took a small bag of coarse salt, about three or four taels, and stuffed it into Yu Hu's hand.

"I bought this with my wages. Take it back to my mother for me. Just say... I'm fine, so they don't have to worry! I'm going to see them next spring! And Yang Ergou, he is still alive... But now he is busy, do you want to tell his family too."

   After taking the salt, Yu Hu Zheng nodded.

   "Don't worry, I will definitely convey it for you!"

  Yu Hu returned by the same route.

  However, when passing by the south gate of Wetland Park, Yu Hu suddenly noticed that not far from his footprints, there was a series of footprints that did not belong to him.

  The footprints are very shallow, and it has been seen for some time.

   Out of the vigilance of the hunter, Yu Hu knelt down, wiped it with his index finger, and frowned faintly.

  Whose footprints are these?

  …

  Better Street.

   Hastily entered the door, Wang Biao went straight to Old Charlie's grocery store.

   "Old butler!"

  Sitting in front of the door and resting his eyes closed, Charlie opened half of his eyes. When he saw Wang Biao, he immediately understood and stood up from the chair.

   "Come in and say."

  The door curtain is closed.

  Wang Biao looked excited, and without taking a breath, he danced and reported to the old housekeeper what he had seen and heard along the way with Yu Hu.

  The more Charlie listened, his brows gradually frowned.

   "You mean... a survivor settlement has appeared in Linghu Wetland Park?"

  Wang Biao nodded sharply.

"Yes! Where are the blue coats, and the refugees who don't know where they came from... I guess they came from the north. They built walls in the forest, dug ditches, and put barricades. I can't see them in the camp, But there's one chimney that keeps blowing smoke."

   "From the north?"

  Charlie's brow furrowed even tighter.

  The north is the territory of the Bloody Hand clan, and there seems to be a mutant tribe not far away.

  What is the difference between building a colony there and giving away heads?

and…

  Those predators are cannibals who don’t spit out bones, how could they be let in.

  Wang Biao didn't care so much, he just yelled excitedly.

   "Old butler, that brat of the Yu family broke the rules, let's arrest him quickly!"

  He has long disliked the Yu family.

   Especially Yu Hu, who beat his third brother. The same goes for the outsider's shed, not even a door beam was left for them, and they kept it all for themselves, and he even plausibly said that it was given to him by others, which is really shameless.

  Wang Biao's calculations were very loud. According to the rules of Beit Street, those who trade with foreign caravans without permission will be regarded as betrayal, and they will be fined with a piece of animal skin, or their property will be confiscated and expelled.

  It doesn’t matter whether those people are caravans or not, what he cares about is the shed where Yu Hu lives. If he could be expelled, his family would just be able to occupy the shed of the stranger.

   However, old Charlie is a man of insight after all, so it is naturally impossible for him to be as short-sighted as he is.

  Blue jacket...

  He used to be too, though it was a long, long time ago.

  After thinking for a long time, Charlie said cautiously.

   "This matter is not urgent. Remember not to startle the snake. I will report the situation to the mayor first before making a decision."

  Wang Biao was stunned.

  Is there anything else to ask for instructions?

   Just ransack the house and it’s over.

  As long as the mayor gives an order, the Wang family will be the first to respond.

  However, the old butler didn't talk nonsense with him.

   Throwing 4 white chips into his hands, old Charlie drove him out of the grocery store, then locked the door again, and hurriedly walked towards the center of the town.

  …

  The mayor's family lives in the old castle in the middle of Beit Street.

   This castle was originally built as an entertainment facility, but now it has become a symbol of the tip of the pyramid.

  The ruler of the town lived in the castle, while the servants, guards, and direct descendants lived in brick and wooden houses near the castle, and outside were dilapidated shacks.

   Ask the guard on duty at the gate for instructions, and after a simple body search, Old Charlie is allowed to enter.

  When he stepped into the hall on the first floor, he happened to see two lovely children playing football in the hall on the first floor of the castle.

  The clothes on them are made of buckskin, as are the **** they kick. The clean faces and carefree smiles are not available to the children outside.

   Noticing Charlie at the door, the slightly older boy flicked his curly brown hair and picked up the ball on the ground.

   "Charlie? You're back? Wanna play football?"

   "Sorry, respected young master, I'm afraid I can't play with you... I'm here to find your father."

  The boy said impatiently with a look of disappointment on his face.

   "Go, he's in the study."

  Charlie bowed his head respectfully.

  Walking around the children's playground, he was led by a servant to the elevator room, and took the elevator to the top floor.

  As soon as the elevator door opened, warm air rushed in.

  In the fireplace directly opposite, the fire was burning and the firewood was crackling.

   "I know the way."

   Nodding to the servant, Charlie walked through the porch on the left and came to a two-person high door.

  This is the study of the mayor.

   There are rows of bookshelves in the study room, and the bookshelves are full of novels, poetry collections and some weird collections picked up by scavengers from outside.

  Sitting at the antique wooden table, the mayor drank tea leisurely. The intermittent sound from the radio on the table is exactly the music played by the red-tailed warbler band that he likes to listen to most.

  There are mainly three relatively large radio stations in Boulder City, one of which can be heard even in the distant northern suburbs of Qingquan City.

Every evening from 6:00 to 7:00, the radio station will repeatedly broadcast the transaction prices of today’s bulk commodities. From 7:00 to 10:00, there will be lectures on the planting experience of “cash crops” such as camu trees and spirit leaves. Advertisement for human cloning.

   As for the rest of the time, pop music from the pre-war era is played repeatedly, and this is also the favorite program of the old mayor, which can make him temporarily forget the bad times.

   Even to the ears of true "antebellum people," these are corny pastimes.

   Waiting quietly for the end of the song, Charlie walked to the desk and lowered his eyebrows respectfully.

   "My lord, I have something urgent to report to you."

  The mayor raised his lower eyelids and said casually.

"What's up?"

  In his opinion, the urgent matter that old Charlie can report is nothing more than the cockroaches in the shack outside, and some other moths.

  Those people are like weeds, and a batch will grow after a while. He has never cared about those people's life or death.

  Old Charlie lowered his head and continued.

   "In the Linghu Wetland Park to the north, there is a settlement of survivors, with a population of more than 100 people...maybe more."

   "Linghu Wetland Park? A settlement of survivors?! How is that possible!"

  The teacup was placed heavily on the table, the mayor sat upright from the chair, stared at Charlie standing in front of the table, "Is the news accurate?"

   "There should be no mistakes."

  Charlie nodded cautiously, and continued in a respectful tone.

"Their strength should not be underestimated. Some hunters took their prey directly to them and brought them back in exchange for salt and meat. And it seems that their conditions seem to be more favorable than ours. I am worried that if this continues for a long time, it will make Your interests are damaged... I suggest that we should actively contact those people and adjust the salt price appropriately."

  The expression on the mayor's face was uncertain, and he tapped his index finger on the table, as if he was weighing something.

after awhile.

  He moved slightly in his heart, opened the drawer, and took out an envelope with **** handprints and a blank letter paper from it.

   Picking up a pen and writing a few words on it, the mayor stuffed the letter into the envelope and threw it into the hands of Charlie who was standing in front of the table.

   "Find someone who is bold, careful and trustworthy, and send this letter to Bloody Hand."

  Looking at the envelope in his hand, Charlie was slightly taken aback.

   "Are you planning to..."

  The mayor said blankly.

   "This year's winter will be very cold, no accident, next month, people with **** hands will come again."

  Thinking of those greedy villains, he hated his teeth, but there was no way, his guards combined were no match for those people.

  Charlie hesitated for a while, and then cautiously reminded him.

   "I'm afraid that's not a good idea. Also, I don't think the Bloody Hands haven't spotted them, and we need to remind—"

"There is no doubt that this is the best idea, or can you come up with a better way?" The mayor waved his hand impatiently, and continued, "We don't have that much surplus in our granary for them, and we can't take out any Food can only be given to people. You should know what happened to those who were taken away by the looters, right? Think about those broken families, I am doing this for the benefit of the people in the town."

  By this time, he felt sorry for the people in the town.

   Picking up the teacup again, looking at the silent old Charlie, the mayor took a sip of the warm tea and spoke slowly.

   "The weather is getting worse."

   "Pray, hope our neighbors can feed those jackals."

  Charlie bowed his head respectfully.

   "Follow your orders."

  The mayor nodded in satisfaction.

   "Go on... By the way, when you go back, ask those unscrupulous people to collect more firewood and dry it as much as possible. The half-dried firewood is burning and crackling, and it sounds noisy."

  Charlie lowered his head, took the envelope and exited the study.

   "Yes, my lord."

  (end of this chapter)