Zhang Xiaoqiang was sitting on the driver's seat of the three-wheeled agricultural vehicle, with an opened mahogany box on his knees, a shiny black pistol in his hand, and a black five-pointed star engraved on the handle. "Type pistol, which is the "Black Star" pistol in Hong Kong movies.
Although the pistol is older than Zhang Xiaoqiang, the original owner of the pistol has maintained it well, and there are almost no traces left by the years. He pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger against the small tree in front of him.
"Crack" came the sound of hanging up the empty warehouse. Zhang Xiaoqiang was very satisfied with this unexpected harvest. With this pistol, his life was also more insured, but there were not many bullets. or so.
Putting the magazine into the handle of the gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang held up the "May 4th" pistol and aimed around. As long as there is no man who doesn't like guns, especially for Zhang Xiaoqiang, a firearms novice who has only been in contact with toy guns, it is even more fascinating. excited.
"Uncle, did you find this stuff inside?" Yang Ke'er looked eager to try.
"Children are not allowed to play with guns!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said while sticking a pistol in his back. Yang Ke'er became even more depressed.
Rice, coarse grains, beans, vegetable oil, and bacon were loaded into the carriages and pulled to the cave. The platform of nearly 500 square meters changed from empty to crowded before.
The harvest in the small village was quite fruitful. Before the outbreak of the virus, it had been closed for nearly a year, and every household was slaughtering pigs to smoke bacon. Now it is cheaper for Zhang Xiaoqiang.
"When will we finish eating?" Looking at the mountain of bacon in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang worried. Now every household in the countryside feeds pigs. Coupled with the rising price of pork, a family needs to feed at least three or four pigs, and more than a dozen. head. Although there will be a few slaughtered years ago, there are at least one or two new year pigs left by me. On average, every household has at least 150 catties of smoked pork, not including those dried fish, air-dried chickens and ducks. Dried rabbit leg of lamb or something.
"Five for five, ten for five, ten for five, fifteen for four, twenty-one for four?" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the dozens of smoked pig heads, hundreds of smoked pig's feet, and more piled up in front of him. The ribs and fat meat were a little numb, and they were confused even when calculating accounts.
Finally, I counted the bacon and cured goods. The bacon pork is about 10,000 catties, and some other cured meat products also weigh nearly 1000 catties.
Fresh meat is rarely eaten in the countryside, and they usually eat their own bacon, and they only go to market towns to buy it for weddings and weddings. It is spectacular to pile up the meat of more than a hundred people for a year.
Zhang Xiaoqiang calculated that he and the little girl could eat for a hundred years. But bacon and cured goods cannot be stored for a hundred years, and two years is a bit mysterious. The town is occupied by zombies, and animals are gradually mutating. The supplies in the last days will only become more and more tense in the future. Thinking of so many bacon spoiled and rotted, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart began to bleed.
Suddenly, the scene of going to grandma's house when I was a child flashed in my mind. In the 1980s, the living conditions in the countryside were not good, and it was difficult to eat meat. His parents took Zhang Xiaoqiang and his younger sister to the countryside to visit his grandmother, and his grandmother took out the bacon that he could not bear to eat on weekdays to entertain them. Zhang Xiaoqiang hadn’t seen it for a long time at that time. Grandma, if she wanted to get closer, she kept following her until she saw her dig out a piece of golden bacon from the chaff.
I once asked my grandma why she hid it in the chaff. From what she told me, I learned that the bacon stored in the chaff lasts for a long time. It is no problem to store it for seven or eight years. Some people even hide it for more than ten years and eat it out. It didn't taste bad at all.
"Haha chaff!" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of a way, "Let's go out again while it's still early!" Zhang Xiaoqiang excitedly said to Yang Ke'er.
"Wuuuuuu... Uncle, you bully others, and I'm still so tired that I can't straighten my back. Look, the skin on my hands is torn!" Yang Ke'er spread her hands to Zhang Xiaoqiang with a mournful face!
"It's okay if you don't go! You won't have any meat to eat in the future!" Zhang Xiaoqiang issued a nirvana.
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"Underage? Kao, you minors have done everything adults should and shouldn't do, are you still underage? Hmph!" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought bitterly.
The three-wheeled agricultural vehicles drove to the small village with a "chug" noise, and the corpses under the bridge had already stood up, hearing the smell of people gathering under the bridge hole again, pushing and shoving, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care about them, the embankments on both sides were enough It is so high and steep that even a normal grown man cannot climb it. Not to mention these invisible zombies!
According to the established procedures, park the car and enter the door, start to rummage, find the target materials, and carry them. The bran is stored in the utility room or next to the pigsty, and farmers generally use it to feed the pigs.
Zhang Xiaoqiang moved it on the ground, and Yang Keer picked it up on the car and stacked it.
"Uncle" Yang Ke'er called Zhang Xiaoqiang who was turning around to carry it again.
"What?" Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped, glanced at Yang Ke'er, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and prepared to rest for a while.
"Uncle, can I go up there?" Yang Ke'er pointed to the small building and said.
"What are you going to do?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was very puzzled, because food and bacon were usually stored in the kitchen or warehouse, so the two of them didn't need to go upstairs.
"Yes, my thing is almost gone, I want to look for it in the bedroom upstairs." Yang Ke'er remembered what looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with unfriendly eyes.
"Huh! What exactly is it? Tell me carefully!" Zhang Xiaoqiang exhaled a puff of smoke, feeling a little annoyed.
"It's disgusting, uncle, you are necrotic, you are the one who caught zombies! Eh... your expression at that time was so wretched!" Yang Ke'er said shamelessly!
"Go, go! Find more, that thing is very important!" Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression is also very wretched now.
"That's a big killer!" Watching Yang Ke'er walk into the small building, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to recall the previous scene.
"Then what? What is it called?" Kimmed said, give me a fulcrum and I can pry up the earth, and I said, give me a sanitary towel and I can make zombies jump off the building together!" Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little proud. "Of course if it's fresh!" Zhang Xiaoqiang concluded wretchedly.
"Uncle, come quickly, there are good things!" Yang Ke'er shouted upstairs.
"Did you find the hidden treasure chest?" Zhang Xiaoqiang walked upstairs.
Going up to the second floor and looking at everything in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought he had walked into a labor insurance supermarket. The living room on the second floor was about 70 to 80 square meters. A kind of camouflage training uniform, even the old-fashioned green uniform and blue military trousers. Presumably it was sold to farmers to wear when working in the fields.
Walking into the living room, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked carefully, and Yang Keer happily picked and picked on the shelves.
There are nine shelves leaning against the surrounding corners one by one. One shelf is full of Jiefang shoes, which are also training shoes and high-top rubber shoes. Wires, light bulbs, electrician's knives, etc., women's "that thing" and toilet paper, shampoo, etc. also occupy a shelf. Zhang Xiaoqiang even saw a shelf full of men's underwear, long johns, women's underwear, and all kinds of socks.
"How many days have you not changed your underwear?" Zhang Xiaoqiang recalled that although he changed two clothes at someone else's house, he couldn't wear other people's underwear. When he saw the clean underwear, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt his crotch started to itch.
Some of the other shelves are either agricultural tools, snacks that children like, study stationery, school bags, etc. Finally, I saw a glass counter for cigarettes. There are not many varieties, three or four yuan, five or six yuan, okay. It was only ten yuan, but I found ten "Yellow Crane Tower" sold under the counter for eighteen yuan a pack. It seems to be the welcome cigarettes that are going to be sold during the Chinese New Year.
That little girl Yang Ke'er dug out a backpack from somewhere and kept picking supplies.
Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted to Yang Keer: "Don't pick, move them all back!"