Chapter 35: Don't pick, move them all back

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the driver's seat of a three-wheeled agricultural vehicle, with an open mahogany box on his knee, the pistol was black and shiny and heavy in his hand, and a black five-pointed star was engraved on the handle, which was a "May Fourth" style pistol, that is, the "Black Star" pistol in Hong Kong movies.

Although the age of the pistol is longer than Zhang Xiaoqiang, the original owner of the pistol is well maintained, and there are almost no traces left by the years, so he pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger on the small tree in front of him.

The sound of "click" empty warehouse hang-up came out, Zhang Xiaoqiang was very satisfied with this unexpected gain, with this pistol, his life also had an extra insurance, but there were not many bullets, and there were about fifty in three magazines.

Snapping the magazine into the handle of the gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang held the "May Fourth" pistol and aimed around, as long as there is no man who doesn't like guns, especially for Zhang Xiaoqiang, a firearm who has only been in contact with toy guns, it makes him even more excited.

"Uncle, did you find this Dongdong inside?" Yang Ke'er had a look of eagerness.

"Children are not allowed to play with guns!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said as he stuck the pistol in his waist. Yang Ke'er was even more depressed.

Rice, coarse grains, beans, vegetable oil, and bacon were loaded into the carriage and pulled to the cave, and the platform of nearly 500 square meters became crowded from the previous emptiness.

There is a lot of harvest in the small village, before the outbreak of the virus, it has been closed in recent years, and every household is killing pigs and smoking bacon, and now it is cheaper Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"When will I finish eating?" Looking at the mountains of bacon in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang was worried, now every household in the countryside is feeding pigs, plus the price of pork has risen, a family has to feed at least three or four, and more than a dozen. Although some will be slaughtered before the year, there are at least one or two pigs left by themselves, and on average, each household has at least 150 catties of smoked pork, not counting those dried fish, air-dried chickens and ducks, air-dried rabbits and lamb legs.

"Five-five, five-one-ten, three-five-one, four-five-one, four-five-twenty-one?" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the dozens of smoked pig's heads, hundreds of smoked pig's trotters, and more pork ribs and fat piled up in front of him, and he was a little numb, and he was even confused.

Finally, the bacon and bacon were counted, and there were about 10,000 catties of smoked pork, and some other cured meat also had nearly 1,000 catties.

Fresh meat is rarely eaten in the countryside, and they generally eat their own bacon, and only go to the market town to buy it when they are happy and white. The meat of more than 100 people a year is piled together, which is very spectacular.

Zhang Xiaoqiang calculated that he and the little girl could eat for a hundred years. But the bacon and bacon can't be stored for a hundred years, and it's a bit mysterious for two years, the town is occupied by zombies, and the animals are gradually mutating. The supplies of the last days will only become more and more scarce in the future. Thinking of so much bacon spoiled and rotten, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart began to drip blood.

Suddenly, my mind flashed to the scene of going to my grandmother's house when I was a child. When the living conditions in the countryside were not good, and it was usually difficult to eat meat, the parents took Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister to the countryside to see his grandmother, and his grandmother took out the bacon that he was reluctant to eat on weekdays to entertain them.

I once asked my grandmother why she hid it in the chaff, and through her grandmother's account, I learned that the bacon put in the bran was stored for a long time, and it was no problem to put it for seven or eight years, and some people hid it for more than ten years, and it did not change the taste at all when they were taken out and eaten.

"Haha chaff!" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of a way, "Let's go, let's go out again while it's still early!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said to Yang Keer excitedly.

"Woooooooooo......oo Uncle, you bullied others, and even now you are still tired and can't straighten your waist, you see, the skin on the puppet's hands is broken! Yang Keer cried and spread her hands to show Zhang Xiaoqiang!

"It's okay if you don't go! You won't have any meat to eat in the future! Zhang Xiaoqiang sent out a nirvana.

"Woooooooo I know that I am bullying others, and I am still underage. Yang Ke'er complained and followed behind.

"Underage? Kao, you minors have done everything that adults should and shouldn't do, and you are not yet minors? Hum! Zhang Xiaoqiang thought sourly in his heart.

The three-wheeled agricultural vehicle drove to the village with a "sudden" noise, and the corpses under the bridge had already stood up, smelling the smell of people and gathering under the bridge to push and shove, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't pay attention to them, the river embankments on both sides were high and steep enough, even normal adult men couldn't climb up. Not to mention these zombies who can't see anything!

According to the established procedure, stop and enter the door, start rummaging, find the target materials, and carry them. The bran is stored in the utility room or next to the pigsty, and is usually used by farmers to feed their pigs.

Zhang Xiaoqiang moved on the ground, and Yang Keer picked up the yard in the car.

"Uncle" Yang Keer stopped Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was reflexively preparing to carry it again.

"What" Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped, glanced at Yang Keer, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and prepared to rest for a while.

"Uncle, can I go up there?" Yang Keer pointed to Xiaolou and said.

"What are you going for?" Zhang Xiaoqiang was very puzzled, because grain and bacon are generally stored in the kitchen or warehouse, and the two of them do not need to go upstairs.

"yes, it's my thing that's running out, and I want to look for it in the upstairs bedroom." Yang Ke'er remembered something, looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes unkindly.

"Whew! What the hell is it? Say it well! Zhang Xiaoqiang spit out a puff of cigarette and was a little annoying.

"I hate it, uncle, you're necrotic, it's your zombie fishing! Hey...... Your expression was so obscene! Yang Keer said facelessly!

"Go, go, go! Find more, that stuff is important!" Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression is also very obscene now.

"That's a big killer!" Watching Yang Keer walk into the small building, Zhang Xiaoqiang began to recall the previous scene.

"What? What is it called, Kimede said, give me a fulcrum and I can pry up the earth, I said, give me a piece of hygiene, a towel and I can make the zombies jump off the building en masse! "Zhang Xiaoqiang is very proud." Fresh, of course! Zhang Xiaoqiang made a summary obscenely.

"Uncle, come on, there are good things!" Yang Ke'er shouted upstairs.

"Did you find a hidden treasure chest?" Zhang Xiaoqiang walked upstairs.

The living room on the second floor is about seventy or eighty square meters, and the walls are full of rows of shelves, and the shelves are full of all kinds of groceries, and there are all kinds of camouflage training uniforms hanging on the walls, even old-fashioned green military uniforms and blue military pants. I think it was sold to farmers to wear when they worked in the fields.

Walking into the living room, Zhang Xiaoqiang looked carefully, and Yang Keer happily picked and chose on the shelves.

There are nine shelves leaning against the corners of the surrounding walls in turn, one is full of liberation shoes and training shoes, high rubber shoes, one is brushes, towels, soap, laundry detergent, etc., a small hardware shelf, screwdrivers, switch plugs, wire bulbs, electrician's knives, etc., women's "that thing" and toilet paper shampoo also occupy a shelf. Zhang Xiaoqiang even saw a shelf full of men's underwear, women's underwear, and all kinds of socks.

"How many days have you not changed your panties?" Zhang Xiaoqiang recalled that although he changed two clothes at someone else's house, he couldn't wear someone else's underwear, and when he saw clean underwear, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that the crotch began to itch.

Some other shelves are either some farm tools, or some children's favorite snacks, learning stationery, schoolbags or something, and finally saw a cigarette glass counter, there are not many varieties, three or four yuan, five or six yuan, and the good one is only ten yuan, but under the counter find ten "Yellow Crane Tower" that sells a pack of eighteen yuan. It seems to be a welcome cigarette to be sold for the New Year.

Yang Keer's little girl turned out a backpack out of nowhere, and kept picking up supplies.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted at Yang Ke'er: "Don't pick, move back all!" ”