The rookie returns and flies in the apocalypse

Over the next month, the temperature rose to 43 degrees.

The pine trees and bamboos outside the yard and the green vegetables in the yard were watered several times a day, but they couldn't stop the leaves from turning yellow.

The pine trees and bamboos were left alone, but the green vegetables were not allowed. Zuo Ling did not want her hard work to be in vain.

An awning was built on the vegetable plot to somewhat reduce the heat from direct sunlight.

The family adjusted their schedules, training in the morning and at night, but they were still sweating profusely due to the heat.

Three people and two beasts eat five or six iced watermelons every day to relieve the heat.

One day, while Zuo Ling stuffed iced watermelon into his mouth and looked at Xiao Hao and the two little ones playing around, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He said to Pei Nansheng: "Xiao Hao can't play silly like this every day. He hasn't studied for a day. When he grows up, he will be illiterate."

Pei Nansheng nodded with approval: "You can't indulge him too much. It's just right. You can teach him."

"Me?" Zuo Ling pointed to his nose, "With my little cultural level, you want me to teach him?"

Pei Nansheng rolled his eyes: "It's not you. Could it be that if I teach you, do you think I'm a good student?"

Zuo Ling: "..."

Co-authored by a brother and a sister, none of them are educated.

"You were at the Ding family, and they didn't let you study?"

"Read it, and return it all to the teacher." Pei Nansheng answered without blushing.

Zuo Ling: "..."

At this moment, she missed Professor Jin and his wife very much, really, really!

It's just about teaching children. It's not like Pei Nansheng can't teach, he just doesn't have the patience to teach.

In his opinion, teaching Xiao Hao cultural lessons in the last days would be better than teaching him how to kill people.

Likewise, Zuo Ling was impatient.

The brother and sister did not want to bring up a younger brother who could only kill people. No matter how impatient they were, they had to hold their noses and teach Xiao Hao cultural lessons.

Xiaohao has followed the martial arts path since he was a child, and his temper has already become wild. Letting him study is almost like putting him in jail.

Zuo Ling's face was dark: "If you don't study, you won't have snacks and fruits to eat. The food standard will be halved. You can make your own choice."

How can we do it without snacks and fruits?

Xiaohao has been afraid of hunger since he was a child. People who have never been hungry cannot understand his obsession with food.

"I'll study, I'll study hard, sister, don't deprive me of snacks and fruits, and don't cut my food in half."

Just learn!

Among the materials that Fat Huhu downloaded, there were elementary school textbooks for Xiao Hao and Zuo Ling to review first.

The primary school curriculum is simple and not too difficult for Zuo Ling to teach.

Taking three hours a day to study cultural classes, Xiaohao pouted and muttered that he had to learn.

The days passed by, the temperature got higher and higher, the earth was burned by the sun, and the wide river shrank by less than half.

Zuo Ling took out the ice cubes he had saved during the extreme cold and placed them in every corner of the house. The ceiling fan, fan, and air conditioner were turned on 24 hours a day, but it was still too hot to make people panic.

One day, Zuo Ling was practicing Chinese calligraphy with Xiao Hao when he heard a gunshot outside.

As if following clockwork, the three of them picked up their weapons, moved quickly, and entered combat mode in one second.

The waterfall jumped onto Zuo Ling's shoulders. On the snowy night, he closed his mouth tightly and stepped lightly with his four feet.

Pei Nansheng and Xiaohao opened the observation hole in the outer wall and looked outside. Zuo Ling looked outside along the crack in the door.

A little soldier in military uniform was chased and beaten by five big men. The little soldier had a gun, and the big man had a gleaming sword.

One of the little warrior's arms was weak and he stumbled while running. His body was stained with blood and his steps were sloppy.

The big men were getting closer and closer to the little soldier. The little soldier pulled the trigger back and found that there was no bullet.

He was chased for a long distance, his arm was injured, and he was bleeding profusely. He had no strength to run anymore, his eyesight turned black, and he felt despair.

Bang, there was a gunshot, and a big man fell to the ground.

Someone came to rescue him, and the little soldier seemed to have been injected with vitality. He picked up his energy and ran towards the place where the gunshot was fired.

The remaining four big men lay on the ground in panic, looking around.

Bang, there was another gunshot, and with a roar, a big man was shot in the shoulder.

The elder brother fired, and Xiao Hao followed with a shot. Pei Nansheng was already teaching Xiao Hao how to use a sniper rifle.

Shooting a dead target is far from satisfying Xiao Hao's needs. There is no reason not to shoot when encountering a living creature.

Xiao Hao was dissatisfied, very dissatisfied. His brother was shot in the head. Why did he only hit the shoulder, followed by another shot?

The blood mist flew up and hit the center of his eyebrows. Xiao Hao was very satisfied and chuckled a few times.

Zuo Ling couldn't describe his feelings. The little guy is only 8 years old! She already regards human life as nothing, how can she teach him to become a normal person?

Seeing that the situation was not right, they got up and ran away. Three gunshots were fired in succession, and their heads were shot.

Xiao Hao raised his chin proudly at his brother. He killed three of his brothers, and he was not bad either, killing two.

The little soldier has come closer, bang, bang, bang, bang, knocking on the door.

Zuo Ling said to the door: "Isn't saving your life enough? Leave quickly."

There was a woman at the door, and her accent sounded familiar.

The little soldier leaned on the crack of the door and peered in. He saw clearly what Zuo Ling looked like. He was startled and then shouted:

"Sister, sister, it's you, don't you remember me?"

Sister, acquaintance?

The people who called her sister were those idiots Bai Hongwei, Lin Wang, Li Mingli, and He Guizi, and their voices didn't sound like them.

Opening the courtyard door, the little warrior grinned, wiped his face vigorously, and approached Zuo Ling:

"Sister, if you look carefully, how could you not remember me?"

The little soldier was thin and undressed, his hair was messy, his clothes had not been washed for an unknown period of time, and they smelled bad.

Zuo Ling didn't remember knowing such a person.

The little warrior looked aggrieved: "How could you not remember me? You even beat me."

Having been beaten can also be a reason to remember? Zuo Ling searched her memory for the people she had beaten.

Seeing that Zuo Ling hadn't remembered yet, the little warrior became anxious:

"You don't remember. You threw me downstairs and rinsed me like a mop. You tied me up to clean your fire door and stepped on me to rub the floor. How could you forget me?"

The little warrior became more and more aggrieved as he spoke, and his eye circles were red.

After carefully identifying it for a long time, Zuo Ling laughed loudly, "Master He, it's you."

She had only cheated on Master He, so she would never forget it.

The little warrior was very happy: "It's me, it's me, sister, remember, when will I return?"

For He Guizi's sake, Zuo Ling had to let He Guiqi into the house.

With a quick glance, Xiao Hao hurriedly ran home. He wanted to put away all the things that shouldn't be in the house.

Afraid that Xiaohao wouldn't be able to clean it up, Pei Nansheng followed in.

Only then did He Guiqi realize that there were two people, one large and one small, in the yard, each armed with a sniper rifle.

He scratched his head, it wasn't Zuo Ling who saved him, but which one was the one big and the other?

"Why are you here? Where are you injured?"

I grinned, whether I wanted to cry or not, and said in my heart, it’s not you, otherwise, how could I have come to this hellish place?

What came out of his mouth was: "Sister, my arm is injured. Do you have any medicine at home?"

I heard from my comrades that Kyoto had fallen and I didn’t know what was going on at home. I felt sad.

It was not easy to meet someone from Kyoto, even if he had beaten him before, he felt friendly to him.

"come in."

The courtyard was full of greenery, and He Guiqi's eyes widened when he looked at the melons and fruits on the vines.

"Still not coming in?" Zuo Ling urged.

"Oh, oh, it's coming, it's coming." He Guiqi looked back reluctantly.

As soon as he entered the house, the coolness made He Guiqi feel better, and he looked around curiously.

Pei Nansheng and Xiaohao collected all the food at home, and took away the ice basins and flowers planted everywhere.

"Sister, you can still use air conditioning in your home. It's so enjoyable."

When He Guiqi was in the army, not to mention the air conditioner, dozens of people used one fan, and the wind coming out was always over 40 degrees Celsius.

Zuo Ling's house not only has air conditioning, but also ceiling fans and floor fans, which made He Guiqi jealous.

Just by looking at his envious eyes, no one would believe that he was the grandson of the richest family in Kyoto.

Zuo Ling smiled and didn't answer, asking Pei Nansheng to treat He Guiqi's injuries.

Pei Nansheng took out the first aid kit, which contained iodine, anti-inflammatory water, hydrogen peroxide, catgut, trauma spray, Dianzhou Baiyao, large band-aids... everything made He Guiqi's eyes shine.

When I first joined the army, I often had bruises and bruises while training with my comrades.

As a young man, he was used to going to the health center for even the slightest injury, and was scolded by the nurse several times.

Only then did I realize that medical resources were in short supply. For ordinary injuries, just apply some anti-inflammatory water and endure them. Only serious injuries could be treated.

But here in Zuo Ling, it seems very normal to take out so many wound medicines casually.

Swallowing, she softened her voice and said, "Sister, do you have anything to eat at home? I haven't eaten in two days."

Licking his lips, he showed a pitiful expression like a puppy.

Zuo Ling: "..."

Is the grandson of the richest man so good at pretending to be pitiful?

"Yes, treat the wound before eating."