Rebirth in the apocalypse: You can mess it up, I will open the book directly

In the fourth month of the apocalypse, except for Aunt Zhao, who was selling chicks, who still had some chickens, and Wang Zhongshi, who still had some live aquatic products, there was nothing left in the market.

Although this market is quite large, there are no stalls selling grains. Wang Antai discovered this when he first integrated supplies.

Afraid of not having enough food, everyone eats food that spoils quickly and is difficult to preserve first. And those animals and aquatic products that are alive and can grow and reproduce must be kept until the end, so that they can barely persist until now.

But these alone are not enough. If food can be supplemented and the chickens and aquatic products can be given some time to grow and reproduce, these people may still hope to form a small self-sufficient cycle.

The problem is that this market is not close to the city center, and the surrounding facilities are not perfect. It usually relies on price competition with other markets to attract customers.

There is only such a market within a few kilometers of the surrounding area, but there are more than a dozen resettled residential areas. Residents usually come here to wholesale daily necessities, and buy their small needs at the morning market.

When the zombies broke out, it was the busiest time of the morning market, so the number of zombies gathered in this neighborhood far exceeded that in ordinary neighborhoods.

Under such circumstances, even the nearest supermarket seems far away, as far as a chasm across the sky. Even young and middle-aged men cannot go out to collect supplies and come back safely.

After the zombie outbreak, Wang Antai spent half a month at home making preparations before coming to the market. When he arrived, he was already injured. After fighting with the meat stall owner, the new injuries overlapped the old ones. His body The situation is no longer suitable for venturing out again.

The morning market was close, but there were the most zombies there, and all the supplies sold in the morning market that day were knocked over and trampled to pieces when the zombies broke out.

At that time, everyone thought that they would be able to wait for government rescue soon, and there was no need to risk going out to collect those things. Now it is too late to regret. Even if those things were not trampled to pieces at the time, they have already rotted completely after four months.

Even though Wang Antai later recovered from his injuries, awakened his "Boxer" power, and began to lead people to gradually clear out the zombies, he still had little effect.

I killed a lot of zombies, but I didn't find many resources. In many cases, I couldn't make up for the energy consumption of killing zombies all afternoon.

Everyone was hungry for about two weeks. During this period, they were so hungry that they killed two more live chickens. Of the hundreds of chicks in Aunt Zhao's hands, only 12 were left in these four months of difficult survival.

Without meals, there is no energy intake, and people have no strength. If you don't have the strength, you can't fight the zombies. If you don't kill the zombies, you will be trapped here forever and still have no food. This is a vicious cycle.

Perhaps there is no guarantee of success. On the fourth month and eighteenth day of the apocalypse, under the eager eyes of everyone, the hen in Aunt Zhao's hands finally entered the egg-laying period.

Everyone saw hope, and their spirits, which had been declining day by day, suddenly soared that day.

Wang Antai became furious and finally led people to clean up the road from the back door of the market to the parking lot, so that he could drive farther to find food.

When he opened the car door, Wang Zhongshi looked at the several cartons placed on the back seat with a confused face, and then suddenly remembered that it was the supplies that Qin Miao had forcibly given to him in the suburban park.

Three boxes of bagged instant noodles, one box of chicken starch sausage, one bag of rice, and two lemons. A small bag of green beans and ten potatoes.

He had previously placed an order as big as Qin Miao's, and because he was busy replenishing goods, he was living a busy life. He thought he had already put the things at home, but he didn't expect that they were still in the car.

This kind of surprise is simply more satisfying than "taking money out of your pocket for clothes you haven't worn for a long time."

Everyone felt like they had found a treasure, and after a full meal, they felt that their lives were heading forward.

The potatoes had sprouted and were planted into the soil with great care.

Wang Antai would take people out to kill zombies every day after filling his stomach. Although he couldn't kill all the zombies, there would be some effect over time.

......

Wang Zhongshi is not very good at telling stories. His timeline is messy, but it is not difficult to understand.

There was only one thing that Qin Miao couldn't understand. Even if the materials she sent accidentally solved these people's urgent needs, in the final analysis, it was these people who had made a lot of efforts to survive. Why was Wang Zhongshi so grateful to her? ?

In Qin Miao's view, what she did was not that great, and her help to him was far inferior to that of his brother, but Wang Zhongshi's favor and kindness bar was full.

The material contribution was not proportional to the emotional reward, and Qin Miao could not accept this overly enthusiastic gratitude as a matter of course.

So she asked like this.

Wang Zhongshi was stunned for a moment when he heard the question, and then scratched his head in embarrassment.

After a brief hesitation, he decided to tell the truth.

"When I was seven years old, I had a serious illness. The examination could not find anything wrong, but I was very sick and lacked energy.

My parents sought medical treatment everywhere but to no avail. Finally, they invited a well-known master to see me. The master made some calculations and said that my fate was determined by fate. In the future, I would meet a noble person who would save my life and ensure my stability throughout my life.

He also gave me a piece of talisman, saying that I should do good deeds and accumulate virtue in the future, and remember that good words will lead to good relationships. "

He could no longer remember the original words of those elegant words, but that was probably what they meant.

Zheng Tingting's eyes widened the more she listened: "So you think the 'noble person' that the master mentioned is our sister Miao?"

Wang Zhongshi stiffened his neck and said confidently: "Of course, isn't it obvious?"

It's not that he is superstitious. In fact, over the years, he has said 'kind words' and done 'good deeds' to many people, but he has really not formed any 'good relationships'.

He was unlucky from a young age. Anyone he helped would be deceived when he was a child. When he grew up, he would lose money in any business he did.

Qin Miao was the only person who responded to his kindness in half his life, and she actually saved his life twice.

Since his parents passed away, the only two people in the world who were kind to him were his brother and Qin Miao. There was no way that the 'noble man' was his brother, right? It’s not like the master has never met his brother before. What he said at that time was clearly ‘we will meet him in the future’.

Looking at it this way, if he doesn't believe that Qin Miao is this 'noble person', who else can he believe?

Seeing his 'of course' expression, Zheng Tingting's eyes lit up: "I'm not talking about you, you are really..."

She even thought about her words: "She is so discerning! She has a sharp eye! She knows every detail! Haha, I tell you, our boss is definitely the 'noble person'. You don't even know how many people she has saved..." "