Chapter 1603 Powerful Zombies Attack
Zhonghuashan National Forest Park.
The sun is sparse, and the morning sun is thousands of miles away.
White smoke is coming out of the chimney of a house on the top of the mountain.
In the stove of the house.
The flame is burning, and the dry wood is crackling.
The water in the iron pot has boiled, and bubbles are bubbling.
A middle-aged woman took out four corn tortillas from a cloth bag, broke them apart little by little, and crushed them.
Throw these crushed corn tortillas into this huge iron pot.
It is difficult to swallow corn dry because there is too little water in it.
So many survivors chose to cook corn tortillas into paste after buying them. One corn tortilla can be cooked into a pot of paste.
But there are more than 20 people in their Qingtianyuan. Just one corn tortilla will be very, very thin, and there is no feeling at all when drinking it.
4 corn tortillas, after calculation, are perfect, not too sticky and not too thin.
Since the trading market launched corn tortillas, it has been sought after by many survivors.
Small size, sufficient weight, and long shelf life.
You can eat it directly, cook it into paste, or bake it.
You can even fold the tortilla in half and put some meat or vegetables in the middle to make a pie.
The tortilla softens quickly when it meets hot water.
The middle-aged woman took a long iron spoon and stirred it vigorously with both hands.
After a while.
The kitchen was filled with a strong aroma of corn paste.
At this time, another woman came in from outside. She took a pot of chopped vegetables and poured them into the big iron pot.
"Don't cook it for too long. It will be lumpy if it is cooked for too long and it will not taste good." Putting down the bamboo basket, she said to the stirring woman.
"Don't worry, I have cooked it so many times, and it has never lumped up."
"Aunt Zhao, when is it good? I smelled the fragrance outside. I am starving." A head came in the door, and Lin Lu asked with a smile.
Aunt Zhao, who was stirring the corn paste, turned her head and saw Lin Lu, and replied with a smile:
"It's almost done. In a few minutes, you can call everyone to eat."
"Okay." Lin Lu ran outside excitedly.
"It's time to eat." He dragged out the sound and shouted.
Eating is the happiest moment of his day. There is no happiness that makes people feel happier than the feeling of a full stomach after eating.
The survivors in the end of the world have been hungry for a long time.
Especially in a team, to ensure harmony, stability and unity, fairness becomes extremely important.
Everyone eats together, and everyone's portion must be distributed fairly.
People who do more physical work will eat half a spoonful more, and those who contribute less will eat half a spoonful less.
Most of the time, they can't eat enough.
With Lin Lu's shout, people upstairs and downstairs, as well as those who are loosening the soil outside, ran over instantly.
They took their own rice bowls and came to the yard outside the kitchen.
In the kitchen.
Aunt Zhao used a large spoon to scoop the corn paste from the iron pot into a plastic bucket.
The plastic bucket was large and could hold dozens of liters of water.
After scooping the corn paste from the iron pot into the plastic bucket, she used a plastic spoon to scoop some water into the iron pot.
The iron spoon kept scraping the edge of the iron pot to scrape off the remaining layer of corn paste in the iron pot.
Then she used the iron spoon to stir and scoop the remaining corn paste in the iron pot into the plastic bucket.
This was used as hot pot water before the end of the world, but in this end of the world where supplies and food are scarce, not a single bit of food can be wasted.
The iron pot was washed very clean, and then Aunt Zhao and Aunt Feng carried the plastic bucket and walked out.
Dong!
The plastic bucket fell in front of the wooden table with a dull sound.
Aunt Zhao used the long iron spoon inserted in the plastic bucket to stir the paste inside vigorously, and blended the hot pot water on the surface into it.
Pah!
"Bring the bowl."
Everyone lined up in order to take the rice bowl over.
Pah!
Aunt Zhao scooped a full spoonful of corn paste into Lin Lu's rice bowl. It was a bit sticky and yellow with green.
The yellow part was corn paste, and the green part was the sweet potato leaves that Aunt Li had just put in.
Sweet potatoes are a treasure from head to toe. They are easy to keep alive and can grow by cutting.
They don't need much water resources and have a large yield.
The leaves can be used as vegetables, and the rhizomes can be used as staple food.
Aunt Zhao scooped two full spoonfuls of corn paste into Lin Lu's rice bowl.
Lin Lu picked up the rice bowl and walked back to the wooden table.
The cooked corn paste didn't look very good. It looked a bit like poop. Before the end of the world, it was used to feed pigs.
But in the end of the world, it is a rare food.
After all, corn cakes also contain salt and cooking oil, both of which are necessary for the human body.
Without salt, people have no strength to work.
Without oil and water, the whole person looks malnourished, and even the hair will be dry and split.
Aunt Zhao, under everyone's supervision, distributed different amounts of corn paste to everyone according to their different division of labor and contributions.
She was the last to scoop corn paste for herself.
This was the only way to ensure the greatest degree of fairness.
Zheng Hanbing scooped two spoonfuls of corn paste and started drinking it.
It was watery.
The whole yard was filled with such sounds, and no one spoke.
They were not full to begin with, and sometimes they were woken up by hunger in the middle of the night. They had something to eat in the morning, so they had no time to chat.
After Lin Lu drank up the corn paste in the rice bowl, he licked the rice bowl.
Looking up, I saw Aunt Zhao put down her chopsticks, poured two basins of water into the plastic bucket, and washed them.
She scooped another spoonful of corn porridge for each person, which was as thin as it could be.
A few minutes later.
Zheng Hanbing put down his chopsticks and rice bowl, and put the rice bowl in the small package behind him.
He saw that others were still eating, so he didn't urge them.
He walked to the gate of the yard and checked the shoulder pole and baskets again. The baskets were full of vegetables, which were half of the vegetables they had planted recently.
The remaining half was air-dried and made into dried vegetables, which was conducive to preservation.
The baskets were pressed very tightly, and all 20 baskets were filled with vegetables.
One basket weighed nearly 50 kilograms, and two baskets reached 100 kilograms.
There were 1,000 kilograms of vegetables here. According to the average price of vegetables purchased at the trading market, it was about 0.35 points per basket, and they could probably sell them for 350 points.
The purchase price of the trading market is one point less than the selling price.
If they can sell it at the trading market themselves, they can earn dozens of points more.
But they may not be able to sell all the vegetables at once. If they are left for a long time, the vegetables will not be fresh and will be even harder to sell.
The price of one kilogram of vegetables is more expensive than one tortilla.
This is inevitable. After all, there is starch in tortillas, which can fill you up and provide energy to the body.
Although vegetables are rich in vitamins, they cannot fill you up.
For most survivors, they care more about whether they can fill themselves up.
Moreover, to sell in the commercial area of the trading market, you either have to set up a stall or rent a store to sell.
Setting up a stall also requires a certain fee.
If there are only a few dozen kilograms of vegetables, they can rent a small stall, the stall fee is relatively cheap, the quantity is small, and it is sold faster.
But now they have 1,000 kilograms of vegetables, and the rented stall area must be larger.
After comprehensive consideration, they still think it is more appropriate to sell it to the trading market.
There are many Level 3 non-staff members in the trading market, and they are the main group that can afford vegetables.
After checking the vegetables in the basket, Zheng Hanbing covered the cloth again.
There was some worry in his eyes. The last time he led a team to the trading market, he was targeted. He didn't know if he would be robbed this time.
When approaching the trading market, he still had to take the mountain road, he thought secretly in his heart.
After a while, when the people who set out to sell vegetables this time had finished eating, they came out with weapons and inserted the cold weapons into the basket.
"Brother Zheng, when are we going to set out?"
Zheng Hanbing looked at the sky, and the sun had risen.
So he walked into the yard and said to Lin Muguang: "Captain Lin, let's go."
Lin Muguang stood up, walked closer to him, patted his shoulder and said:
"Be careful on the road. If you really encounter robbers, you can just throw away the baskets and run. Vegetables are important, but your lives are more important."
"Don't worry, I know, let's go." Zheng Hanbing nodded, turned and walked out of the yard.
Lin Muguang watched them leave.
Zheng Hanbing led nine people, carrying vegetables on a shoulder pole, and walked down the mountain.
Each of them carried 100 kilograms of vegetables, which was not very strenuous for them.
The difficulty was that they had to carry this 100 kilograms of vegetables for nearly 30 kilometers.
They were the ones who ate the most in the morning. They had something in their stomachs and had the strength to work.
The shoulder pole was bent by the basket. They carried the heavy basket, and the rhythm of their breathing and the up and down swing of the shoulder pole formed a certain fixed frequency.
This is the trick they used to carry such a heavy load and walk 30 kilometers.
Starting at 8 o'clock in the morning, four hours passed in a flash.
They kept walking at a speed of 5 kilometers per hour, and took two breaks in the middle, each for five minutes.
At 12 o'clock noon.
They found a shady place to stop and rest.
The sun was shining brightly.
They sat under the tree and took off the bamboo hats on their heads to fan themselves.
"Brother Zheng, how far is it?" asked a young man with a mole on the tip of his nose.
Zheng Hanbing looked around, thought for a while and said:
"According to our speed, we should be there in another three hours. Let's take a break for half an hour, eat something and drink some water before we get on the road."
"It's October, why is it still so hot!" said a person next to Zheng Hanbing.
"Yes, it's so hot, gulp gulp."
"Eat, I'm starving."
They are now walking on the main road, which is easier to walk.
Now it should be about ten kilometers, if you take the main road, it will only take two hours, but in order to avoid encountering road robbers, he decided to take the mountain road for the last five kilometers.
So as not to encounter robbers.
Zheng Hanbing said to everyone: "Everyone keep an eye on it, pay attention to the surroundings, and warn everyone immediately if you find zombies."
"Don't worry, the zombies are coming, pierce them with a spear." The young man with a mole on the nose laughed.
His nose was full of sweat, making his mole more obvious.
"Xiao Wu, hey! Don't say that." A middle-aged man who was a little older said:
"Be careful anyway."
When they were on the road, they also encountered two waves of zombies, but there were only a few of them.
Besides, it was under the sun, and the movement speed was extremely slow, so it was easily solved.
Zheng Hanbing took out the tortilla from the package, broke off a small piece, and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.
This tortilla has been there for a while, and it tastes a bit hard.
And it is dry. After chewing it, it feels like a bubble of powder, which is difficult to swallow.
It is rare for them to eat a tortilla alone.
They have to carry heavy objects so far, and they don’t have the energy to carry things without eating.
While eating dry tortillas, they pick some vegetables from time to time to eat with rice.
This can be regarded as the invisible benefit of them selling things.
Zheng Hanbing took a bite of tortilla and drank a sip of water.
Looking at the vegetables in the basket, he was a little emotional. With these vegetables, he could only exchange for more than 1,200 tortillas.
There are more than 20 people in their team. If each person eats two a day, these vegetables can only be exchanged for tortillas to supply them for one month.
It’s hard
Rustle~
Suddenly a gust of wind blew.
It took away the heat and made people feel cool all over.
Zheng Hanbing squinted his eyes and felt the cool breeze.
Roar!
Swish!
"Ah!!!"
A scream suddenly came from behind!
Zheng Hanbing shivered all over, and saw Xiaowu, who was peeing not far away, being knocked down by a zombie.
The zombie was very big, and his upper body was extremely burly.
"Power zombie!" Zheng Hanbing exclaimed, and the next second, he picked up a machete from the ground and rushed over.
"Xiaowu, hold on!" Several other people also noticed it, and they all rushed over there with weapons.
Xiaowu used both hands to press hard on the forehead and chin of the power zombie to prevent the zombie from biting him.
But this power zombie was too strong, and the zombie's mouth was getting closer and closer to Xiaowu's head.
"Ah ah!! I can't hold on anymore"
Crack!
The zombie's sharp teeth bit Xiaowu's face,
Swish!
Half of Xiaowu's face was bitten off by the zombies.
"Ah!! Me!" Xiaowu screamed in pain.
Crack!
The zombie bit his face a few more times, and Xiaowu was completely motionless.
And all this happened in just two or three seconds.
Puff!
A middle-aged man carried a pole with sharpened ends and stabbed it into the zombie's head.
The power zombie's head was pierced by the pole.
Plop!
It fell on Xiaowu.
This power zombie happened to be on Xiaowu, and it hadn't eaten for too long, so after catching Xiaowu, it couldn't wait to eat.
If it were normal, it would be difficult for the power zombies to attack them at close range when they stood up.
"Xiaowu!" Zheng Hanbing let out a cry of grief.
How could the living person who was just chatting with him die in front of him?
As the leader, he has the greatest responsibility.
And Xiaowu is the youngest in their team.
Everyone pushed the powerful zombie away together. Looking at the bloody Xiaowu, everyone's faces were full of grief.
Xiaowu was so active and young, but he was just
"Fuck!" A man looked at Xiaowu's body and couldn't help cursing.
Then he stabbed the zombie's body with a spear several times.
"Alas"
"Brother Zheng, what should we do now?" Jie Dali asked.
Zheng Hanbing looked at the bushes not far away, sighed and said:
"Dig a pit for Xiaowu, don't let the zombies eat his body."
Everyone endured the grief and dug a pit on the side of the road together.
The nine of them were very fast, and they dug a pit that could accommodate the body in less than ten minutes.
Put the body in the pit and bury it with soil and flatten it.
Zheng Hanbing said hoarsely:
"Take Xiaowu's basket of vegetables and divide it into your own baskets."
"It's not advisable to stay here for long. Let's leave here and go to the market now."
"Okay"
When leaving, Zheng Hanbing looked at a small mound of earth piled up with stones.
His eyes were full of guilt.
"If I had been watching it just now, it would be better."
A fresh life was gone just like that.
Even though they were used to it, they still felt a dull pain in their hearts.
After years of living together day and night, their relationship had long been as close as family.
The dead lie down, but they still have to carry the burden and continue to move forward.
(Seeking monthly tickets) (End of this chapter)
