Infinite Disaster Survival.

"It's... Wen Zheng, right?" Neighbor Uncle Huang was standing in the vegetable garden he opened up, watering with a long hose, when he heard the sound of walking, he looked back and squinted his eyes for a while before he recognized it. Wen Zheng.

"Third Uncle, it's me." Wen Zheng said.After sleeping in the town for one night, Wen Zheng took the bus to Sanlihe Village early in the morning.

Compared with the memory of the original body, the current Sanlihe Village has changed a lot.Wen Zheng walked slowly all the way from the entrance of the village, looking left and right to observe the surrounding environment, I don't know how many eyes it attracted.

On the road, many villagers saw Wen Zheng, who had a strange face and strange behavior, and they were all curious about his origin, but because of Wen Zheng's aura, they didn't dare to ask questions lightly. Uncle Huang was the first to recognize Wen Zheng.

"Hey, why are you back this year, come home and drink some water." Uncle Huang greeted warmly.

"Third uncle, I haven't been back for many years. I want to go back and take a look. Thanks to you for helping to take care of my house these years, these things are gifts for you." Huang Sanshu's family has a good relationship with Wen Zheng's grandparents. There is also a blood relationship, that is, distant relatives and close neighbors.

When Uncle Huang heard what Wen Zheng said, he turned off the faucet connected to the water pipe, and wanted to go back with Wen Zheng to have a look.

The house left by my grandmother is located in the east of the village, just a few minutes away from Uncle Huang's house.

Watching Wen Zheng talking with Uncle Huang, and then looking at where they were going, a few villagers who had nothing to do and secretly followed Wen Zheng finally pulled out Wen Zheng's name and appearance from their minds.

Looking at each other, you can see the surprised emotion in each other's eyes.

Like those villagers, Uncle Huang's eyes wandered over Wen Zheng, wondering if this was the quiet Wen Zheng from before.If it weren't for his familiar appearance, Uncle Huang wouldn't dare to recognize him just by looking at his outfit.

Wen Zheng's current attire is very eye-catching. He has a big bald head and no hat. His clothes and backpack are normal, but he still holds a bird in his arms.

He looked only 25 or [-] years old, and there should be a lot of food in the big pocket of his jacket. Wen Zheng took out dried meat, meat cattails and dried fruits one after another in just a few steps, and fed them to him. the bird.

Since Wen Zheng came to this dungeon, he has adjusted his body through practice. Some serious physical injuries were not repaired so quickly, but his appearance has returned to the state he should have at his age, and he even looks younger.

After leaving the familiar city and returning to this village that he hadn't returned to for ten years, Wen Zheng no longer imitated his original words and deeds.

After staying in the military base for so many years in the last world, Wen Zheng is not hiding it now. Just looking at it makes him feel uncomfortable, which is why the villagers are curious but dare not talk to him.

Wen Zheng acted like this on purpose. The biggest disadvantage of living in the village is that the villagers in the same village like to "mind their own business".

If you see that you are easy to talk and easy to get along with, it will be terrible. From your emotional marriage to your work future, they have to inquire clearly, and then gossip everywhere, and give their own opinions under the banner of being good for you.

So after planning to go back to live in the village, Wen Zheng made up his mind to distance himself from the villagers.When the disaster strikes, Wen Zheng will help them within his ability, but only one or two good families are enough.

Before I walked for a long time, I came to the house left by my grandmother. There were three red brick houses with many trees planted around them. Those vigorous trees made the old house even more decayed.

Old houses without people living in them always rot very quickly. The wooden door of the kitchen is crumbling, many roof tiles are broken, moss grows between the bricks, there are many weeds by the walls, and some beautiful wild flowers bloom.

Every year, it is said that Uncle Huang will take care of it, that is, during the Chinese New Year, a few door paintings will be pasted on it and two strings of firecrackers will be set off.

"Do you want to go in and have a look?" Uncle Huang asked.

Wen Zheng nodded, Uncle Huang took off the key chain from his belt, found the key from inside, and unlocked the door of the main room.

As soon as the door was opened, there was dust from the pavement. The room was very shady, with a few rays of sunlight coming in through the broken tiles. Some wooden furniture left inside were also damaged and covered with dust.

Seeing that Wen Zheng remained silent for a long time, Third Uncle Huang said, "Wen Zheng, you want to visit your grandpa and grandma in person on the mountain when you come back this time. This house can't be lived in now. You will live in my house for a few days."

Yuanshen's grandparents were buried in the village's cemetery. Although Yuanshen had never been back, he would ask Third Uncle Huang to help pay respects on certain special days every year.

Wen Zheng first thanked Third Uncle Huang for his kindness, then walked out of the house, pointed to a house further east, and asked Third Uncle Huang: "Uncle Third, who built that house? It looks like no one lives there."

"Oh, that was built by Chang Yuan's family last year. Don't look at the small house. At that time, it was planned to give birth to your uncle. The materials were all good. As a result, the house was just renovated, and your uncle gave birth. He got seriously ill and left. Afterwards, Changyuan took his whole family and moved to other provinces, but he couldn’t sell the house even if he wanted to sell it, because everyone said the house was not very good.” Uncle Huang said casually.

In this village, twists and turns can lead to relatives. Huang Changyuan and Wen Zheng are of the same generation, a few years older than Wen Zheng. Huang Changyuan's father is Wen Zheng's uncle.

Wen Zheng did not expect to find a pillow when he was dozing off. It is a bit too slow to build a house from scratch now. What Wen Zheng wanted was to remodel the existing house, but he was afraid that he would not find a suitable one. He did not expect to find it here. That set The location of the house was exactly what he wanted.

The location of this house is relatively high, which can be regarded as a small hillside.More than 100 meters to the south of the hillside is a main road, and the terrain on the east side is getting higher and higher. A few hundred meters ahead is a continuous mountain range.

Kaoshan Town got its name from this mountain, and Sanlihe Village got its name from a big river next to the village. You can see the river from the house looking north, and there are many farmlands around the hillside where the house is located.

The area of ​​Sanlihe Village is not large, but the population is small, so there are more farmlands, and the distribution of houses is very messy. There is only one house on this hillside, which is far away from the houses of other villagers.

With mountains and rivers, houses and fields, Wen Zheng chose to make his home here.

"What a coincidence. I plan to stay in the village from now on. I just want to buy a house. Third Uncle, do you have Uncle Changyuan's contact information?" Wen Zheng asked Third Uncle, and Tuantuan, who was in his arms, flew out by himself , landed on a tree and communicated with other birds.

Third Uncle Huang withdrew his gaze from following Tuantuan, saw that Wen Zheng was not afraid of birds flying away at all, and then thought of Wen Zheng's words just now, he was a little dumbfounded.Now all the young people in the village like to run outside, Wen Zheng was the first one to run back, and he even raised a bird.

The sense of alienation from not seeing each other for many years made Uncle Huang feel embarrassed to ask too much, so he rummaged through his phone and gave Wen Zheng Huang Changyuan's contact information.

Wen Zheng ran over to check the details of the house that day. There was a small road in front of the gate, facing the main road to the south.The house is not too big, but it is just right for Wen Zheng and Tuantuan to live in. To the north is a two-story building with a balcony.The east side is the kitchen and the bathroom, and the west side is the flower bed that occupies one-third of the yard, in which several sweet-scented osmanthus trees are planted.

Rural people's self-built houses are all for themselves to live in. Wen Zheng went around and found that at least the places he could see used good materials as Huang Sanshu said. After reading it, Wen Zheng contacted Huang Changyuan. Buy the house and remodel it as soon as possible.

Housing prices in cities are getting higher and higher, but it’s good if housing prices in rural areas don’t drop. Huang Changyuan’s family has settled down in other provinces. Wen Zheng was sold for thousands of dollars less than the original cost of building the house.

After spending 18 yuan, Wen Zheng bought the house from Huang Changyuan, and had to go to the town to register the land use right.

Like a house in the countryside, because the homestead belongs to the village, only people with household registration in the village can buy it.So Wen Zheng came to Sanlihe Village, where his household registration followed his grandmother, and there was still land allocated to him here.

However, most of the young and middle-aged people leave the village to work, and most of the land in the village is abandoned, only a small part of the land is planted with winter wheat.

After the village cadres thoroughly confirmed the ownership of the house, Wen Zheng also requested to re-divide the fields, and exchange the fields around the house with the fields allocated to him.

Those fields originally belonged to Huang Changyuan's family, and they hadn't divided them after they moved away. There were a lot of unplanted wasteland in the village. The village chief didn't feel bad when he thought of Huang Chunming and his wife who had already left, that is, Wen Zheng's grandparents. Zheng, he readily agreed.

After finalizing the house, Wen Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and the next step is to remodel the house.

During the few days he was in the ward, he had already thought about the requirements for the house. It should be strong enough to be shockproof, but also safe enough to prevent theft, and more importantly, it should be able to insulate and keep warm.

He found a construction team with a good local reputation, and Wen Zheng told them his requirements in detail, and asked the construction team to start work immediately and complete it within a month or so.

"What do you think Wen Zheng has been doing outside these years?" Third Aunt Huang's wife stood at the door and looked out, worriedly.

The old house can't live in people, so Wen Zheng and Tuantuan have been staying at Uncle Huang's house for the past few days.The work of renovating the house was handed over to the construction team, and Wen Zheng quietly went to various places to buy supplies every day.

But this daily practice is indispensable, and early morning is the best time to absorb those energies, so every day Wen Zheng would sit cross-legged on the roof of the old house and meditate with Tuan Tuan, attracting the attention of many people.

"Why do you care so much?" Third Uncle Huang glared at Third Aunt, and then took a deep breath of the cigarette. In fact, he also muttered a bit.

People in the village only knew that Wen Zheng was admitted to university, and after Wen Zheng's grandmother passed away, no one contacted Wen Zheng, so no one knew what he was doing these years.

The same conversation has been going on in various places in the village these days.

"He ran to the roof to meditate again!"

"He also bought that haunted house!"

"He also raises the bird as his son!"

"He's still bald!"

After several days of discussion, the villagers of Sanlihe Village finally came to a conclusion.

Wen Zheng has been a monk for the past few years!