#200 - Chapter 200: Food Must Be Hide
December 16th.
Early morning.
Central China.
A certain small city.
An inconspicuous, secluded small building.
Although this small building is secluded, it covers an area of two to three hundred square meters.
At this time, the sun had just appeared, and everything was white. Everything visible, except for a few bare branches, was covered in snow.
In this desolation, the second floor of the small building presented a different scene.
A cluster of firelight appeared in several windows on the second floor.
Survivors lived here.
And the number was not small.
It was unknown what this small building was used for before. The second floor had been completely opened up, leaving only some load-bearing columns in the middle.
In one corner, a bonfire was burning.
Many humans were lying around in their clothes, covered with various clothes, quilts, and other items to keep warm.
Perhaps the sunlight stole the light of the bonfire, and some people inside woke up.
“Ugh… it’s dawn.”
A young man opened his eyes, which were full of sleep, rubbed them vigorously, then pulled up his clothes, trying to cover himself a little higher to get some warmth.
With this pull, his face changed!
Seeming to realize something was wrong, he directly lifted the items covering him and groped around his body!
“Damn it! Which bastard stole my food?!”
His face changed drastically, and an ear-piercing scream came from his throat, also breaking the peace of the entire space!
The surrounding twenty or thirty survivors woke up one after another, looking at the young man raging in vain.
“Lu Xiaohe, what are you yelling about!? Are you trying to let people sleep? If you call the zombies, I’ll throw you down!”
A burly man shouted fiercely at the young man.
Judging from his posture, it seemed that if the young man didn’t shut up, he would really pounce on him and deal with him.
“My food was stolen! It must be someone here! Give it back to me!”
The young man called Lu Xiaohe was still acting like a madman.
“Slap!”
The burly man did not hesitate and jumped over in one step, slapping the young man’s face hard!
“Ahhhhh!”
The young man’s nose, saliva, and tears flowed, and a clear red palm print quickly appeared on his face!
The burly man wanted to teach this “unrepentant” person a lesson again, but the young man was pulled away by a bald middle-aged man next to him.
“Okay, Xiaohe, don’t talk about it, sit down!”
“Also, Tang Kun, don’t hit people.”
This middle-aged bald uncle seemed to have a certain prestige in the crowd, and the burly man did not continue to attack.
The young man was still a little indignant and wanted to say something, but he was suppressed by the bald man, and then he sat down grumpily.
The other people next to him still watched the show without joining in the fun.
The matter was obvious.
The young man named Lu Xiaohe seemed to have lost his food.
Their group was slowly gathered and formed after the apocalypse, and the people inside were divided into their own small groups.
The larger groups had four or five people, and the smaller ones only had one or two people.
It was no exaggeration to describe it as a mixed bag.
No one in the large collective spoke up when someone lost something.
Perhaps most of the people inside were secretly laughing at him for getting what he deserved.
“Teacher Fang! Why did you stop me! It must be someone who stole my things! He must return them!”
Lu Xiaohe lowered his voice, glanced at the bald middle-aged man, and then continued to cast his red eyes on the others, as if he could find the person who stole his food.
Especially when he saw the burly man, his hatred was even stronger, but as soon as he met his eyes, he quickly looked away.
“How many times have I told you? Told you not to be so loud and show off your food? What time is it now!? It must have been targeted and stolen last night!”
Uncle Fang, the bald man, glanced at him and said in a low voice, as if he hated iron for not becoming steel.
A few days ago, when the heavy snow hadn’t been so severe that they couldn’t go out, this student didn’t know where he found a small amount of food and showed off in the big collective, and he secretly thought it was going to be bad.
Sure enough.
It was robbed last night.
Looking at the tearful expression of the student in front of him, he sighed.
“Don’t think about it, I still have a little bit here. If I give you some, it can last for a few days. Find a way to find something to eat yourself.”
This bald middle-aged man surnamed Fang leaned to the young man’s ear and said to him in a low voice.
This was his student, and he didn’t want to stand idly by.
Lu Xiaohe was good in other aspects except that he was a little stubborn and rigid. He used to be a top student in his graduate studies under him.
Of the group of people who escaped from the school together after the apocalypse, only the two of them were left now.
The others were dead.
When the young man Lu Xiaohe heard his teacher’s words, he restrained his anger a little, but still said to his teacher unwillingly:
“Teacher, I appreciate your kindness, but why are these people so bad? We have helped everyone so much. Without us, they wouldn’t know which corner they are hiding in now!?”
Hearing such words, the bald middle-aged man sighed, thinking that this student was really “pure” and lovely.
In this day and age, there was still such a “childlike heart”. If it was a peaceful time, he would be very happy that his disciple was like this.
Unfortunately, it was the end of the world now.
This kind of personality would not last long.
“Alas, think about it yourself. The world is different, and you have to learn to change.”
The man surnamed Fang sighed and didn’t want to tell him those big principles.
People’s personalities are extremely difficult to change unless they suffer some great stimulation.
“It’s cold. Take this thing I made and take another walk around. I’ve introduced you to the shapes of several trees and plants. Maybe you can still find some edible ones to bring back at this time.”
After saying that, he groped around his sleeping place and took out a piece of black clothing and handed it to the student.
Lu Xiaohe took it. He knew how to use this thing. His teacher used to be a well-known expert in the school, and even in some circles in the country, and he possessed a vast amount of knowledge that ordinary people could not imagine.
They escaped from the university at the beginning, relying on the various small “tools” made by Teacher Fang.
Without being polite, he took the clothes, nodded to the teacher, and said seriously:
“Teacher, don’t worry, I will be careful and come back every hour as before!”
The bald teacher surnamed Fang nodded.
It was unknown how long this cold winter would last. If there was not enough food and heating materials, they might not be able to survive this winter.
Hopefully, it would go smoothly.
The outside was already so cold that it was unimaginable before. Was this land still too suitable for human habitation?
And these survivors who had sought survival together before, they had helped them, but in return, they received cold looks.
Would they be able to meet people they could trust in the future?
Teacher Fang was not sure.
With his knowledge, he couldn’t analyze a conclusion.
Perhaps.
After the weather warms up, they need to go to other places.
(End of this chapter)
