"Tang Miao, what are you writing about?" Tang Xin was fighting the landlord with Tang Wu and Feng Ye. The chips are peanuts, which will be planted next year, and now they are playing with them, and they don't know if they will still sprout next year. Everyone was divided into 20 peanuts, and Tang Xin lost only two peanuts. He is an expert in online games, fighting landlords is really not his strong point.
"The diary will be changed to 'memoirs' in a few decades, maybe it will be published." Tang Miao replied without raising her head.
Tang Wen and the others laughed.
"It's an idea," Tang Wen sighed with a smile. "Speaking of which, the government should also have clerks who keep records. After decades, this will also be a famous historical event. It's just that this 'historical event' is bigger than any previous one." Casualties were much higher."
"Hey, young master, remember to write down our heroic deeds of killing zombies. When the country is restored in the future, maybe it can be made into a movie or TV series based on your record." Tang Qi smiled, and threw out a bigger than Tang Xin bigger straight.
Tang Miao coughed lightly, slightly embarrassed. Although some major events were also recorded in the diary, he wrote more about his experience with Tang Sihuang and his own mood. He considered that if he had time in the future, should he separate his own log from the special event record
"'Daddy is basically not picky eaters, I have always admired it, I never thought he was afraid of eating bitter melon'..."
Tang Sihuang suddenly said something inexplicable. Tang Miao was startled, and suddenly realized that he quickly closed his notebook and stared at Tang Sihuang speechlessly.
"Daddy." Tang Miao squinted at him with drooping eyelids.
"I saw it by accident." Tang Sihuang looked at him calmly, raised his eyebrows, and said in a dangerous tone, "What do you mean 'fear of eating bitter melon'? I just don't like it."
Tang Miao laughed dryly: "Change it immediately." It was his pleasure to tease Tang Sihuang in the text.
Tang Wen and others couldn't help laughing.
The heavy snow had not stopped for three days and three nights, and everyone's expressions became serious. I don't know how many people will die from such heavy snow. Moreover, the heavy snow will cause great difficulties for people to go out. People like them who have relatively rich reserves can say that those who have eaten the last meal and worried about the next meal have to go out to kill zombies or collect supplies. The freezing weather also had a great impact on the zombies. Recently, only scattered zombies could be seen outside the base, and many zombies were crushed under the snow. Even if humans want to kill zombies, the harvest is very small. And to collect supplies, you have to go farther. Even with a car, the snowy road is very unsafe.
Since coming to the base, Tang Sihuang has assigned a small task to those who stay at home every day and do not need to go out on missions, that is to go to the public canteen of the base, not to eat, but to see the people who eat in the public canteen people's diet. Through this, we can also roughly infer the grain reserves of the base. It must be admitted that Tang Sihuang is a very smart person.
These days Tang Yi and Feng Ye took turns going to the cafeteria every day, and found that the food in the cafeteria now has only two steamed buns and a bowl of soup for each meal. White rice never appeared again. Through this point, although it is not 100% sure that the food reserves of the base are not good, it at least shows that the top management of the base is already alert to this cold winter.
People have seven emotions and six desires, one of which is appetite. People who have never tried hunger may never know what a terrifying feeling hunger is, as if the stomach was forcibly emptied by an invisible hand. Drinking a little water two days a day might make it through, but by the third day it becomes unbearable. What's more, it is still cold winter, and the feeling of hunger and cold can drive people crazy, or even kill them.
There was no food, some people who stayed at home gradually went out, looking around for luck. If they couldn't find anything of value, they had to go outside the base to have a look. However, at this time, there were very few zombies outside, and it was not safe to walk long distances in heavy snow. The hungry people had no choice but to return and had to find a way in the base.
What can be done? They neither have enough points nor enough materials to exchange food with others. And at this time, no one knows how long the heavy snow will last. Even if there is extra food, who will replace it
In desperation, they had no choice but to sneak in and steal some residents while they were not paying attention, and even snatch them from them... If possible, no one wants to be a bad person, but life forces them to do so. In order to survive, they have no other way. As a result, people's moral bottom line is gradually lowered.
The base gradually became chaotic, and a small riot broke out from time to time. Three or five people ran on the snow, chasing robbers or thieves, falling to the ground, rolling and wrestling. At this time, no one cares about them. It is not easy for the soldiers to insist on patrolling twice a day in the cold weather. If such "little things" happen too much, they don't bother to care about them.
Of course, there are still some people with backbone who still feel disdain for the act of stealing and looting. They rely on their own strength to go outside the base, go farther to kill zombies or collect supplies. Even if chopping firewood can be exchanged for supplies, there must be some people in the base who don't have firewood to burn. But most of them either froze to death outside in the snow, or died in the mouths of zombies because their reflexes became dull. The movements of the zombies will only become dull due to the cold. They are not afraid of the cold, so they will still wander outside. Successful ones are only a few.
In addition, there are some people, such as the survival team, who have strength, weapons, and a large enough team to leave the base without fear and continue to collect supplies or kill zombies. Occasionally they can return with a full load, but they underestimate the power of refugees. Before reaching the gate of the base, a large group of refugees rushed over as if they were not afraid of death, looting regardless of their care, even if they were cut on their arms, they seemed to feel no pain. The torment of hunger far exceeds physical pain, and food is the only thing their eyes can see. The powerful survival team was lucky enough to escape; the weak, or hesitant and soft-hearted, may suffer in this "war". The once soft-hearted person, after being taught a lesson, may raise a knife without hesitation next time to kill anyone who dares to rob him.
Of course, there are also tougher people. They left the base easily, slashed and killed zombies neatly, brought back abundant supplies smartly, kicked or hacked away the refugees who robbed supplies without hesitation, and then returned home safely and comfortably. Enjoy the food you bring back.
There were also robberies in the base, but now there are also murderers. Anyway, the upper level doesn't care about their life or death, so why should they follow the upper level's plan
This first snow seemed to mark a change of situation, and a change of heart.
Although the Fruit Legion is still not ranked first in the base, no one dares to ignore their strength. In this snow, they have also become the targets of some people who are not afraid of death.
Among the refugees there are also people with brains, first come the soft ones. Send some women and children, and let them knock hard on the door for help. The crying of a three-year-old child can really soften the heart, especially when the loud crying gradually becomes weaker, as if someone has hammered the heart a few times.
Tang Miao was indeed soft-hearted, but his reason did not loosen. Regardless of whether those women and children were instigated by someone, the concession this time will only bring more beggars. In this day and age, no one can afford to be a philanthropist.
Aunt Chun burst into tears when she heard the cries of the children outside. She and Tang Chun have never had children, and it only takes a few seconds to be moved. Since she came to the base, she has been in charge of cleaning and cooking. Even if she goes out, she only goes shopping or strolling with the company of Tang Chun and the others. She has almost never seen the darkness of the end times. Now she can't help but speak .
"Tang Chun..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, Tang Chun gave her a hard look and said in a stern tone, "Shut up. Can you help this time, can you help the whole winter? Can you help one of his children, or all the children?"
Aunt Chun's face suddenly became a little ugly, even if she was at fault, she couldn't scold her so fiercely in front of so many people. She also has self-respect and a good face.
"Uncle Chun, don't scare Aunt Chun. Aunt Chun can't figure it out, just tell her slowly." Tang Wen patted Aunt Chun on the shoulder and looked at Tang Chun disapprovingly. Aunt Chun is a nice woman. Tang Wen and others respect her very much, and they usually regard her as an elder. Since the end of the world, if there is no Aunt Chun to take care of the family, wash, dry, mend and cook, these big men don't know what it would be like.
Afterwards, Tang Wen turned to Aunt Chun, and explained in a warm voice: "Aunt Chun, this door cannot be opened. Our neighbors on the left and right can live in villas, which means that they paid a lot of money to come in. But why didn't the women outside come in?" They want it at our door, but they want to come to our door? Obviously, they are targeting us, and they knew that we are the fruit army, and the supplies are relatively sufficient. Once the door is opened, more people must rush in. Even if they were not ordered by others, if you give them this meal, they will come back for the next meal, will you give it or not?"
Aunt Chun has lived in the Tang family for so many years, and she is not stupid. As soon as Tang Wen said it, she understood, and became nervous, and hurriedly said, "The door cannot be opened." The child outside was still choking, crying like a cat, coming in through the crack of the door, sounding very pitiful.
Tang Xin joked, "Aunt Chun, it's fine. If you like children, let Uncle Wen and the others marry a wife as soon as possible and give birth to a grandson for you when the conditions are better. I'm afraid you will be busy then Don't come."
Everyone couldn't help laughing, but they all knew in their hearts that people were fighting and killing every day these days, so how could they have the leisure to marry a wife and have children. At that time, there are two more people to take care of, who cares
The women outside were still knocking on the door persistently, but after nearly an hour, no one came to answer the door. They finally gave up and started cursing loudly, no matter how ugly they were.
Tang Miao was dumbfounded. It was the first time he had seen such a powerful "national curse", almost without repetition.