National Fortune Survival: Do you call this Plants vs. Zombies?

"They are the real hope." Wu Zhi struggled to stand up and said word by word.

Lin Qingfeng nodded, and stretched out his hand to him: "Follow me."

Wu Zhi glanced at Lin Qingfeng's outstretched hand, slapped it open, and said disdainfully: "Don't dream, I will never be someone else's subordinate!"

Lin Qingfeng pouted, turned his head to look at the supermarket with a smile, and said slowly: "There are so many foods in this supermarket, how much can you take away with that broken pickup truck?"

Rubbing his own neck, Wu Zhi gritted his teeth and asked, "Can I move as much as I can?"

"Yes! As much as you can move is your reward!"

Wu Zhi turned his head and walked out of the supermarket, and said coldly: "You said this, don't regret it!"

The night was low, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and in the lobby of the warehouse supermarket, the orange-red bonfire was burning slowly, exuding warmth and light.

Lin Qingfeng sat by the fire, holding a can of Coke in his hand, and took a sip from time to time. The can of Coke made him feel like drinking white wine.

From time to time, his eyes glanced at Wu Zhi and Lao Liu who were still loading cars at the entrance of the supermarket, and the corner of his mouth curled into a slight arc.

During the day, Wu Zhi dragged Lao Liu back to get a box car from the small town, and repaired it together.

Originally, he wanted Lao Liu to repair the container truck, but after Lao Liu's persuasion, he finally regained some sanity. That kind of heavy truck can't be driven on complicated road conditions. If they drive a container truck, they can't go back. to the gathering place.

In the end, they settled for the next best thing and started loading food and supplies into a van.

Wu Zhi and Lao Liu were like ants, walking around in front of Lin Qingfeng pushing goods on a flatbed cart in the supermarket.

At first, Lao Liu was a little embarrassed. Lin Qingfeng owed most of the credit for the success of this supermarket. It was really inappropriate for them to move things in front of Lin Qingfeng so unscrupulously.

But Lin Qingfeng didn't seem to care at all, and he even suggested that Old Liu bring some more drinks and cigarettes back, and use these things to exchange for necessary supplies. These things are very valuable in the world, and there are many people who want to get drunk.

Finally, the two of them filled the box car to the brim, and then stopped.

Wu Zhi walked back to the campfire and sat on the folding chair opposite Lin Qingfeng.

He stared at the jumping flames in a daze, and the flames shone on his face flickering. Lin Qingfeng could see his ten fingers tightly intertwined, loosening and tightening, obviously experiencing a fierce ideological struggle. .

Lin Qingfeng waited silently, taking a sip of Coke from time to time.

Wu Zhi raised his head abruptly and said solemnly, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome..." Lin Qingfeng nodded with a smile. To be honest, he admired Wu Zhi quite a lot.

His original plan was to transport the materials back and give half of them to Wu Zhi. Anyway, these materials are not his own. Since taking them out can save the child, Lin Qingfeng doesn't feel bad at all.

"Won't you feel bad?"

Wu Zhi got up and picked up a can of beer from the side, just about to open it, but after thinking about it for a while, he put it down again, imitating Lin Qingfeng, opened a can of Coke and took a sip.

"No, it's not my stuff anyway, and how much you've just moved." Lin Qingfeng said while controlling Xiaosang to sneak out of the supermarket quietly, and climbed to the roof to watch.

"Bring this cart of supplies back, it can last for a long time!" Wu Zhi sighed, and took another sip of Coke.

Lin Qingfeng also felt slightly sour in his heart, and both of them fell silent.

"The meal is ready, you can eat..." Zhuo Siyu called out to the two of them softly.

"Let's go eat!" Lin Qingfeng stood up with a Coke in his hand.

"En." Wu Zhi also stood up, raised his hand and rubbed his neck, grinned at Lin Qingfeng's back, and didn't dare to say anything.

Today's dinner is very rich. Luncheon meat, dried fungus, dried shiitake mushrooms, yuba, bean curd, and vermicelli are cooked in a pot. Lao Liu also adjusted the bottom of the pot in advance. The soup with a layer of red oil smells amazing. I can't stop drooling.

The small ingredients are all ready-made, and a large pot of rice is stuffed on the steamer at the side, and the whole hall is filled with the fragrance of rice.

"Old Liu, your craftsmanship is amazing! Is this a hot pot?" Lin Qingfeng swallowed hard, filled himself a big bowl of rice, and sat down at the table in good order.

"It's just that there are no such things as mutton and beef balls. It's almost meaningless." Lao Liu brought out another plate of vinegared peanuts.
"Hehe, there are also cold dishes! Yes, yes!" Lin Qingfeng laughed loudly, picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, narrowing his eyes.

Wu Zhi picked up the chopsticks and was in a daze for another moment. At this moment, the children were still hungry, but he was eating hot pot.

It was as if a big rock was blocked in the depths of my heart, and it was so heavy that I couldn't breathe.

"Don't think too much, you can bring them something to eat when you're full, and the food you worked so hard to get back will make hot pot for them when you go back, that's just a day or two away, don't put so much pressure on yourself. "

"Okay!" Wu Zhi clasped his hands together, put his hands on his forehead and said softly: "I'm starting!"

A few people began to throw away their cheeks and eat Hesai, and the two girls Ming's resistance to chili was obviously stronger than Lin Qingfeng and Wu Zhi.

The two men were sweating profusely halfway through eating, and their lips were slightly red. They kept fanning their mouths with their hands, but they kept making "hiss, ha..." sounds.

"Old Liu, are you deliberately not letting me eat it? How much pepper did you put in?" Lin Qingfeng couldn't take it anymore at last, leaning on the chair and gasping for breath, his eyes were full of tears.

"Xiaofeng, can't you eat spicy food? I just dropped a little..." Old Liu threw a piece of luncheon meat into his mouth and gestured with his fingers.

"How much is a little bit?" Wu Zhi also put down his chopsticks, grabbed the Coke and drank it all in one gulp, his face flushed.

"It's only half of this bowl." Lao Liu pointed to the bowl on the table.

"Brother, this is a bowl for eating ramen! Did you put half of it and call it a little bit?" Lin Qingfeng looked at the two girls eating with a smile on his face, wanting to cry without tears.

"My hometown is in Shuchuan, you know, I will pay attention next time, next time!" Old Liu scratched his head embarrassedly,

During this meal, the few people who ate were full, but the lips of Lin Qingfeng and Wu Zhi were red and swollen, as if two sausages were hanging from their mouths.

The three men arranged the order of the vigil, and the others crawled into the tent and went to sleep.

That night, Lin Qingfeng slept very soundly. After all, there was a mutant zombie guard squatting on the roof, another mutant zombie in the town was also constantly patrolling, and there were people on duty in the supermarket, so safety was fully guaranteed.