After leaving the construction site, Ming Jiali still ran all the way, shuttling through the streets and alleys at extremely fast speeds, leaving a series of deep footprints on the snow.
He instinctively wanted to run away, the farther away the better, it would be best to never see Li Banyue again...
Perhaps regaining his memory can help him recover a lot of lost things, but he is already in such a state of desolation and misery. He is stupid, stupid, and ugly. Everyone who sees him will laugh. When they recognize him, he will make his relatives and lovers feel sad and disgusted. It's better to sever ties...
He just wants to be a carefree and happy fool, a Ming Jiali who starts over...
"call"
The cold wind blew, sweeping the ice and snow all over the ground, bringing bursts of icy cold currents.
Ming Jiali was panting slightly, and his messy long hair was covered with layers of white frost. His originally shirtless body was also covered in a tight black leather jacket. Although the thermal insulation effect was not good, Ming Jiali had a strong physique. , and has thick and surging true energy to protect his body, so the cold air of more than 30 degrees below zero cannot have too much impact on him.
This is a very dilapidated street, located in a remote place. There are still many steel cars and motorcycles covered with snow parked on the road, but these motor vehicles have long been turned into scrap metal...
On both sides are houses from decades ago. They are very old, and the walls are covered with traces of time. You can vaguely see that many houses have old-fashioned yards. There are a lot of trees and canes planted in the yards. It is a pity that those Most of the trees and vines were frozen and withered, either covered in snow or yellow and wrinkled. All the previous vitality has dissipated...
this…
This is where
Ming Jiali was stunned for a moment, a vague sense of familiarity welling up in his heart.
He closed his eyes, and some messy memory fragments flashed through his mind. He saw a little kid who looked a bit like himself, playing on this dilapidated street... He also saw majestic and loving parents, and grandparents with white hair and childish faces. correct. There are also two younger brothers and sisters with snotty noses...
Just when Ming Jiali wanted to see these memory fragments clearly, a stabbing pain came through his mind, causing him to whimper lowly. I held my head in pain again and took several deep breaths before calming down.
Perhaps the trauma to the brain was too much to deal with. So much so that every time he recalls his past memories, Ming Jiali always gets a tingling sensation in his head...
Mingjiali didn't know that this was the place where he grew up when he was a child.
The old house of his grandparents is located here. Ming Jiali has lived here with his grandparents since he was a child. Even Li Jiayu and Li Banyue lived here when they were very young.
Unfortunately, on the first day of the apocalypse, a deadly insect wave also broke out in Yongcheng. Tens of thousands of red beetles and sickle beetles were overwhelmingly killing grandparents, as well as Li Jiamin's parents. There were also some random relatives who were all buried in the worm's belly, with no bones left...
The only surviving member of the Li family is Li Donglin's family, which together only number three people. The other three aunts and six wives have become a thing of the past...
so. Nuo Da's old house was also abandoned. Even though Li Jiayu later became famous in Yongcheng, he was too lazy to retrieve the old house and left it alone.
Nowadays, the old houses on this dilapidated street have become shelters for a large group of refugees, and the Li family's old house is extremely crowded with more than fifty people. Most of them are poor people who have fled from other cities in Tiannan Province. They are migrant workers, teachers, rich men, beggars, salesmen, civil servants, and wage earners. All kinds of professions have gathered together into a chaotic mess, and there is even a former resident living there. Senior officials at the department level, it’s a pity that the department level officials who once had all the power and influence are living like a wretch here...
The streets were deserted and deserted, with not a single soul in sight.
Yes, it’s freezing cold, and the cold wind can freeze ordinary people into ice sculptures. Who would run out to endure the cold
"crunch"
At this moment, the wooden door of Li's old house was pushed open, and the cold wind blew in. A dozen men wearing thick clothes shrank out.
These dozen men all had sallow complexions, blue lips, and sluggish steps. It was obvious that they had skipped three meals and had been hungry for a long time...
Although the clothes they wear are very thick, they are not warm. Not to mention traditional down jackets, even cotton sweaters are very few. All they wear are clothes made of ordinary fabrics. One of them is even more exaggerated, wearing more than ten dozen clothes. A shabby shirt, with two short-sleeved pieces tied together around the head, used as a hat and scarf...
In peaceful times, dressing up like this would definitely make people laugh to death, but now this kind of dressing up is too common. Many people in the slums use summer clothes like this to keep out the cold. It is only because of this damn apocalypse that the climate is chaotic and abnormal. Not only was there no sunlight, the temperature was also so horribly low.
You must know that Yongcheng is located in the extreme south, in the subtropical zone. It has not snowed for decades. Even in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month in previous years, the temperature rarely dropped below zero. Naturally, there are few heavy clothes to keep out the cold in Yongcheng. There are less, and even if there are, there won't be many. Several hundred thousand units are undoubtedly a lot compared to the seven million refugees.
"Uh... um... hello..."
Ming Jiali said hello to the dozen or so men. He really wanted to ask where this place was because he instinctively felt a strange affinity for Li's old house.
"Little brother, I'm sorry..."
The leader was a middle-aged man with sunken eyes, a face with Chinese characters, and a rather rough outline. He was wearing a dark green old guard coat. Judging from his accent and face, he didn't look like he was from Tiannan Province, but rather from Northeast China. .
"I'm sorry that we can't accommodate you... This old house is only more than 100 square meters, but there are more than 50 people living in it. It has already been overloaded and it can't be more crowded..."
The middle-aged man explained tactfully.
Seeing that Ming Jiali had a miserable face and a head full of hoarfrost, he subconsciously thought that Ming Jiali was also a homeless miserable man, looking for a place to stay, and specifically wanted to live in this old house. .
Middle-aged people have seen too many homeless people like this. Although homeless people will definitely freeze to death in such a cold day, middle-aged people must harden their hearts and refuse... After all, He was also poor and in an embarrassing situation, and he no longer had the slightest ability to help others.
"No, it's not... I just want to ask where this place is..." Ming Jiali smiled shyly and showed his yellow teeth at the cold-faced middle-aged man.
"This is Nanning Street in Dongxing District in the south of the city. It is very remote. It is already a group of buildings from the 1970s... Maybe you should not come to this slum to beg, but should join the army. Look at your muscles. As strong as an ox, he should be able to get good treatment in the army, and at least he will have enough food and clothing... "
The middle-aged man nodded to Ming Jiali, and then took steps to take the dozen or so men behind him to do business.
"No, no, Er Sha has already joined the army..." Ming Jiali hurriedly explained, then stammered and asked: "Where are you going? It's such a cold weather..."
"Go forage."
The middle-aged man opened his lips, blew out a mouthful of white mist in the cold air, and said this simply and straightforwardly. Then he looked Ming Jiali up and down and nodded secretly. If Ming Jiali was really a soldier and not a pitiful Wanderers can make some friends, but this young man looks stupid, so he may not be of much use, right
"Foraging? Ah, no, doesn't the army distribute food every day? Haitang told Er Sha that every registered adult can get four steamed buns, and children can get two steamed buns. Sometimes The army will also distribute some sweet potatoes, taro, and potatoes. Although it is very small, it can at least ensure that millions of people will not starve to death... "
Ming Jiali pouted and said slowly that since joining the warrior camp, he no longer has to worry about food. With his status as a third-level low-level inheritor, the army will provide him with a large amount of rice and meat every day. The steamed buns were enough for him to eat, and he gradually forgot how difficult the life of the refugees was, suffering from cold and hunger every day and night.
"Oh, you don't understand the darkness in this..." The middle-aged man shook his head, his thick dark eyebrows tightened together, and sneered: "The magic plants brought back by Major General Li Jiayu can indeed produce a large amount of food, but If you want to produce food, you must consume the monster corpses, flesh and blood, and the insect crystal magic core, so as to quickly produce and ripen energy... However, in the past ten days, there have been many fewer insects attacking the city than before, which means that the harvest The flesh and blood of the monster corpses has decreased sharply, and the food produced has naturally decreased a lot... "
"No, I remember that during the siege ten days ago, we harvested many corpses of demon turtles and tentacle monsters..." Ming Jiali scratched the back of his head.
"Oh, think simply. I heard from some insiders that the bodies of tentacle monsters contain highly toxic substances that are difficult to purify and cannot be used as fertilizer..." The middle-aged man glanced at Ming Jiali with a complicated look, and suddenly the conversation changed. : "What's more, the power to distribute food is in the hands of the army... There are a lot of tricks in this. The officers who distribute the food also have selfish motives. Withholding a little is fine, but even withholding more than half of it is not good. It’s not uncommon... Everyone wants to be full, and no one wants to starve and hang their poor lives with steamed buns. Those officers who have enriched their own pockets will resell the withheld food and make profits from it... "
"How is this possible... The people in the warrior camp are all very good..." Ming Jiali said in surprise. With his poor IQ, he naturally could not understand the darkness of people's hearts.
"What a fart!"
The middle-aged man sighed, the muscles on his cheeks squirmed, and he obviously gritted his teeth and said fiercely:
"A few days ago, the army distributed two or three steamed buns to each of us every day, but in the past two or three days, the officers in charge of this area stopped coming to distribute food. It seems that they don't care whether we live or die at all. I I received rumors that those soldiers resold all the food that was supposed to be given to us on the black market!" RQ