The ferocious-looking peasant zombies staggered around the village. The dead branches under their feet occasionally cracked lightly, and they let out a vague growl in their mouths. They seemed to be constantly hungry, looking around from time to time, looking for food. Perhaps the gate beside them is their former home, but unfortunately they have no memory.
Zhang Wang in the No. 1 car rolled down the window, looked around, picked up the walkie-talkie: "Sir, there are no people in this village, but almost all the doors are closed, which is a bit strange."
Both Tang Miao and Tang Sihuang felt the same way.
"Is there someone inside?" Tang Chun also rolled down the window and looked out.
"Sir, Tang San and I will go down and have a look." Tang said together.
"Wait, let Charles and Hei Wei go to check first." Tang Miao opened the car door and let Hei Wei and Charles out. "Hei Wei, Charles, go and see if there is anyone alive."
Charles and Heiwei went out wagging their tails, ran along the path in front of the village for a short distance, yelled "Wow, woof" in front of a house, and ran to the next door to yell.
"Daddy, there are people. And it seems that there are people in more than one family." Tang Miao opened the car door and called back the two dogs.
It is not difficult to guess that there should be survivors in the households with closed doors. That being the case, it is certainly impossible for the Fruit Corps to "grab" supplies from them. But it was getting late, and it was definitely not possible to rush back to the base. It was inevitable to stay in the village for one night.
Tang Sihuang said: "Find a house with an open door and stay overnight."
Tang San drove into the village along the curved dirt road. He saw from a distance just now that the door of the second house was open. Tang Chun poked the muzzle out of the car window, and shot the nearby zombies with a few bangs. The cooperation between the two was very tacit, and when Tang Chun finished dealing with the zombies, Tang San just drove the car to the gate of the courtyard. Tang Chun got out of the car and took a look. The yard was a little small, but it could park three cars, but it would be difficult to reverse, so they had to park their cars outside the yard and turn around. Tang San and Tang Chun went in first, and when they didn't find any zombies, they called Tang Sihuang and the others to go in, locked the courtyard door, and isolated the zombies who came with them from the door.
Tang Miao was a little curious about the survivors in the village, and quietly released her mental power. Tang Sihuang saw that he was closing his eyes and was about to walk away, but Tang Miao sat up in shock and opened his eyes suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Tang Sihuang put his hand on his shoulder.
Tang Chun and the others were collecting available supplies in the room and yard, and upon hearing this, they all surrounded with concern.
Tang Sihuang didn't want the third person to know about Tang Miao's powerful and incredible spiritual power, so he waved his hand at them. Several people walked away and continued to work.
Tang Miao leaned closer to Tang Sihuang's ear, and her lips touched his earlobe vaguely: "Daddy, there are indeed survivors in those houses, but there are also zombies, who are tied to the bed by them."
The two knew very well that those who turned into zombies were probably relatives of the survivors. The villagers couldn't kill them, so they had to tie them up, and they probably still had illusions about their recovery.
"Want to help them?" Tang Sihuang asked flatly.
Tang Miao shook her head and said, "Leave a note on the gate when you leave." Those people can definitely hear the sound of the car engine while hiding at home, but the door is still closed, which shows that they don't want to communicate with outsiders. That being the case, they don't have to rush to find trouble. But the reminder is still necessary, those zombies must be removed, if they break free from the rope, the rest of the survivors will undoubtedly die. As for whether those villagers can see the paper, and whether they will follow suit, it is not up to him to decide. The so-called "do your best and obey the destiny". He can only do so much.
A smile flashed across Tang Sihuang's eyes, and he nodded.
At this time, Tang Chun walked in with a smile on his face: "Sir, we found a lot of good things."
Among them are six bags of millet. Rural people are used to washing the snakeskin bags containing chemical fertilizers and putting them in rice. Each bag is at least 60 catties; there is also a tank of fresh rice, about 100 catties; two bags of sun-dried cotton; one bag of sweet potatoes The vermicelli is about four or five catties; half a bag of flour and two bags of dried noodles. In addition, they also found two pieces of bacon on the beams, weighing at least twenty catties, and two bags of sun-dried peanuts. Rural people like to save eggs, and when they have enough eggs, they sell them in the market. Zhang Wang found a carton full of eggs. There were about a hundred of them. Tang Miao smiled brightly when she saw it. In addition, they also found a few potatoes, a large piece of dried seaweed, some red peppers, half a barrel of cooking oil, and some seasonings in the kitchen. Two loofahs, a few eggplants and cucumbers had already rotted because they had been left for too long.
It was almost dark, and the few people packed up and moved everything together, and then moved it into the car the next day. Tang Yi turned on the outdoor emergency light and put it in the kitchen. Tang Chun and Zhang Wang helped Tang Miao make dinner. Tang Miao doesn't want to cook every day, but it's a pity that he has a dad who has stomach problems and is picky. Tang Sihuang is a noble person, but he picks his mouth not because he likes some food or not, but who made it. He eats less when others make it; he eats more when Tang Miao makes it. Tang Yi, Tang San, Zhang Wang and Tang Chun were completely in Tang Sihuang's favor.
Tang Miao doesn't know how to use a rural stove, Zhang Wang is responsible for adding firewood to the stove, and he is only responsible for cooking. Rice is cooked on a coal stove. Because eggs are inconvenient to carry, basically all survivors have little chance to eat eggs. So Tang Miao boiled eight eggs, steamed a large bowl of egg custard, and made a fried egg with red pepper and garlic cloves, cool potato shreds, stewed vermicelli with bacon, and shredded kelp with minced meat. The tempting aroma wafted in the air, making the already hungry men feel even more hungry.
After the rice was ready, Tang Miao first peeled an egg for Charles and Heiwei. The two ate very happily.
Tang Miao saw Tang Sihuang's brows stretched and his expression relaxed, and he knew that the taste of the food was very suitable for him, and he immediately felt happy.
"Young master, the dishes you cook are so delicious! It's great to go on missions with you." Tang San ate his mouth full of oil, and he quickly stuffed rice into his mouth while talking.
"It's all made casually. If you like it, eat as much as you like. I just collected a lot of supplies today." Tang Miao scooped up a bowl of egg custard for Tang Sihuang, "Daddy, egg custard tastes best when it's hot. "
Tang Sihuang nodded, and picked up a chopstick of eggs for him, knowing that he likes to eat them.
Tang Chun and the others noticed it and felt a little strange. Sir, he didn't treat the young master like this before, maybe he really didn't know the preciousness of family affection until the end of the world.
"It's really delicious." Seeing the strange atmosphere, Tang Chun said with a smile, "I don't know who will cook when the second and third groups go on missions together. This matter needs to be discussed."
Tang Yi also thought of this question, and quickly said: "Didn't Xiao Fengzi stay in the cooking class?"
At this moment, Charles and Heiwei suddenly rushed out of the door at the same time, barking wildly while rushing out.
"Wow woof..."
Tang Yi and Tang San jumped up, the long sabers were already in their hands, and when they whispered "someone" came out, their people were already in the yard. Tang Chun and Zhang Wang came out afterward, and their movements were not slow.
Tang Miao looked at Tang Sihuang and exclaimed, "Daddy, your subordinates are really good."
"It must be better than you." Tang Sihuang smiled lightly and stood up.
Tang Miao was discouraged. Can his father not beat him for a day
Tang Sihuang patted him on the head, not knowing whether it was to continue to hit him or to comfort him, and then walked out the door. Tang Miao followed quickly.
The two came to the courtyard and saw Tang Yi's flashlight aimed at the courtyard wall. A small man sat on the glass, one arm across the front of his head, blocking the glare of the glare.
"Don't, don't, I'm a villager in this village. I mean no harm, really..."
His words smacked of dialect, but he was still understandable.
The light of the flashlight has been aimed at him, motionless. No one spoke either. Only then did Zhao Da feel a little fear in his heart, this kind of silence was far more frightening than the other party's scolding or cursing.
"What, I really don't mean anything malicious, can you let me go down first?"
After a while, he heard a deep and cold voice saying unhurriedly: "Bring him in."
Zhao Da didn't intend to run away, obediently let Tang Yi and Tang San drag him down. Zhang Wang and Tang Chun looked at each other more vigilantly, and quietly pressed their left hands on the holster.
Zhao Da was grabbed by the arms of the two men and pushed into the main room. When he saw the fragrant food on the table shining charmingly under the light, he couldn't help licking his lips and swallowing. Then he noticed a man in black sitting at the table, eating in a very nice posture, and from time to time serving food for a child beside him.
Tang Miao took a mouthful of rice and casually looked at the man in front of him. This man looked like a farmer at first glance. His dark face was very thin and his beard hadn't been shaved for a long time, showing a sense of vicissitudes. The two hands that were held together were almost skinny.
Tang Sihuang knocked on Tang Miao's bowl, signaling him to eat quickly, and signaling to Tang Yi.
Tang Yi pressed his right hand on the man's shoulder: "Say, what do you want to do sneakily?" If you don't behave harshly towards this kind of person, you won't get any news.
Da Zhao felt a pain in his shoulder, and secretly cursed this guy for being so strong. He suppressed his voice and said confidently: "What are you sneaking around? This is my elder brother's house! You broke into my elder brother's house without permission, of course I want to ask ask clearly!"
Tang Yi snorted softly, and grabbed his shoulders hard with his hands. Zhao Da almost knelt down with an "ouch".
"Stop playing tricks, we don't have much patience. If you don't tell the truth, I'll throw you out to feed the zombies!
Zhao Da looked terrified, and hurriedly said: "I say, I say!"
After the zombie crisis broke out, many people died in the village. Since then, everyone hid in their own homes and dared not go out. Residents here basically have yards next to yards, and they usually use ladders to climb on the yard walls to communicate with each other. But after a long time, problems appeared. The villagers basically had wells in every household, and they had grain storage. They had plenty of water and rice, but they were running out of vegetables and firewood, so they couldn't let them eat raw rice. However, there are many cannibal zombies in the village, and they dare not go out until today. As soon as the Tang family entered the village, the villagers heard the movement. The appearance of the Tang family brought them hope. Zhao Da climbed the courtyard walls of three or four houses before coming over.
"What exactly do you want to do? Tell me!" Tang Yi said coldly