Doomsday Grain Squad

"Eat." Yi Qing just started to get a little clue, but was rudely interrupted.

What Niu Cha handed over was a disposable plastic bowl, which hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time. The surface of the plastic was covered with a thick layer of butter stains, and the material that should have been transparent was also blurred to see what was in the bowl.

"What's in here?"

Niu Cha remained silent, and impatiently passed the plastic bowl to Yi Qing, signaling him to catch it quickly.

Yi Qing awkwardly took the greasy bowl, and there was a white mass in the bowl that looked like a steamed bun, and I don't know how long ago it was.Because his stomach was beating drums with hunger, he hesitated for a while, then reached out and poked the steamed bun tentatively.

Not to mention the fact that the steamed buns were already terribly cold, they should not have been placed for a short period of time. They were so dry that Yi Qing pressed her fingers hard on them, but they didn't deform much.

"Is there nothing else?" Yi Qing struggled repeatedly in her heart, and finally gave up the cold steamed buns.

Niu Cha didn't speak, bent down and snatched the plastic bowl from Yi Qing's hand, then picked up the steamed bun inside and stuffed it into his mouth.

The steamed bun was too dry and hard, and Niu Cha chewed it for a long time before swallowing it. Yi Qing watched the other party's difficult swallowing movements, and felt that it was the right choice not to eat the steamed bun just now.

After Niu Cha finished eating the steamed buns, he left the dirty bowl aside.He dragged his heavy steps to the door of the tent, lay down, and slept with his clothes on, without looking at Yi Qing from the beginning to the end.

Yi Qing sat quietly with his knees hugged for half an hour. During this period, his stomach protested several times. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't sleep. He subconsciously wanted to take something out of the space to eat, but all ended in disappointment.

Accompanied by the snoring of cow tea, Yi Qing finally felt sleepy, and regardless of how dirty the bedding on the floor was, she closed her eyes and lay down on it and fell asleep.

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When Yi Qing woke up, he was awakened by the loud yelling outside. He was the only one in the tent, and Niu Cha had gone somewhere.

He mercilessly threw away the dirty bedding that had accompanied him all night, found a broken mirror in the tent and tidied up his somewhat messy hair, and then luckily found his own tool backpack. After digging out water and compressed biscuits, Yi Qing was hungry and thirsty all night, and suddenly felt like seeing the sun again.

He didn't dare to eat all the food, because he didn't know how long he would stay here, so he reluctantly wrapped up the remaining biscuits and water. Yi Qing pulled the curtain of the tent with his tool bag on his back, and decided to go out to check the situation while Niu Cha was away.

It was completely different from what I saw yesterday. During the day, it was crowded with people everywhere, from those who peddled goods to those who played cards and chatted. People who lived here seemed to have become accustomed to the harsh and dirty environment.

An old man was reading a book sitting outside the tent not far away. The old man was flipping through the books in his hands seriously, with a serious expression, and he was not disturbed by the noisy environment outside.

Yi Qing walked up to the old man on tiptoe with difficulty, found an open space to sit down, and greeted him, "Old man, reading a book."

"En." The old man nodded, his eyes still focused on the book, and then he turned the page back.

"Do you know where this is?" Yi Qing was curious about what book was so attractive, and stretched her neck to look at the book in the old man's hand. It turned out to be an unhealthy yellow album.

The old man turned another page, and then stretched out a hand in front of Yi Qing. After a long while without Yi Qing's response, the old man coughed twice and moved his fingers, "Young people don't understand the rules?"

"Ah?" He just felt that the old man looked more kind, so he went up to strike up a conversation and ask a question, so he didn't know what other rules would be followed.

"The emphasis here is on equivalent exchange. If you want to ask a question, you have to show some sincerity." The old man closed his treasure album, carefully stuffed it into the cloth bag he carried with him, raised his head and pushed the old man away. Hua Jing looked at Yi Qing, "And baby, don't play tricks on me, old man, who here doesn't know that this is a free trade zone."

In fact, judging from the surrounding environment, Yi Qing already guessed that this is the free trade zone of the N City Protection Alliance, and just wanted to find someone to verify.But I didn't expect that the teacher had a bad start. The first person I met was a perverted old man who looked kind and kind on the surface, but actually loved money and looked at pornographic pictures...

Seeing that Yi Qing didn't speak for a while, the old man smiled kindly, and took the initiative to care: "Any other questions? Just ask."

"Thank you, I'll go elsewhere."

Just as Yi Qing turned around, her wrist was grabbed by the old man. The old man's hand was very strong. Yi Qing struggled a few times but did not break free. Instead, her skin was rubbed red by the thick calluses on the other's palm.

Because the caregiver was old, Yi Qing didn't dare to struggle too hard, so she had to bite the bullet and turn around, "Old man, I have no other problems."

"You can just call me Mr. Zhao. If there is no problem, don't worry about it. You have to pay me for the problem you asked before. Don't bully my old man just because I am old." The old man grabbed Yi Qing's hand and pulled him back. I took the seat I was sitting before, "Come on, sit down and have a good talk."

Yi Qing forced a smile, and was sat on the ground with Mr. Zhao pressing his shoulders.He sighed again, today he was mistaken, how could he see such a blackmailing old man as a reasonable intellectual.

In fact, it’s no wonder Mr. Zhao is biting Yi Qing. In this messy free trade zone, Yi Qing’s clean attire is incompatible with the environment here. Mr. Zhao will not take this opportunity to kill him. It's not so easy to come across.

"Your backpack is quite big, what's in it?"

Elder Zhao squinted his eyes, reached out his hand and touched the button of the tool backpack on Yi Qing's back, and Yi Qing was so startled that he quickly turned around to avoid Elder Zhao's hand.

"It's nothing." Yi Qing took off the tool backpack and put it on her lap, holding it tightly with her arms.Jingxi didn't lose his humanity and snatched his tool backpack away, but he couldn't just be fooled by the old man he just met.

"You're a real doll, and you're afraid that I'll steal your things." Mr. Zhao withdrew his skinny hands, slapped his bent knees, and hummed an incomprehensible tune.

If it wasn't for his timely protection just now, the tool bag would have been robbed long ago, okay...

"Baby, what's your name?"

Yi Qing didn't want to talk to Mr. Zhao at first, but suddenly she thought that this was a problem, so she hurriedly reported her family name, "My name is Yi Qing."

"Oh, then I'll call you Xiao Yi."

Mr. Zhao smiled at Yi Qing, and then wanted to continue the routine. Before he could speak, Yi Qing quickly stood up with his backpack in his arms, and took two steps back, "I also answered your question, which is an equivalent exchange. Yes, I have to leave beforehand."

Mr. Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then realized Yi Qing's meaning, and laughed loudly, "You're quite a cunning kid, so go get busy."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhao didn't bother him any more this time, and let him go easily.

Yi Qing wanted to escape from here immediately, but before he took two steps, a few loud "grunts" behind him made him stop softly.

If he can still use the space, it's not impossible to save others, but now he can't protect himself.

Survival of the fittest in the free trade zone can help Mr. Zhao the first time, but it can't help the second time. Yi Qing made up her mind and took two steps forward.

"Gollum..."

There was a louder grunt behind him again than before, and Yi Qing swears, then turned around and returned to Elder Zhao.

"I can't die, I can't die. I might get some supplies distributed by the alliance by the afternoon." Mr. Zhao sighed a few times when he saw Yi Qing came back, and rubbed his flat belly back and forth through the clothes with his hands.

Opened the tool backpack and took out half of the compressed biscuits and half bottle of water that had been left before and handed them to Mr. Zhao, "Hurry up and eat."

Elder Zhao didn't show politeness to Yi Qing either, he grabbed what Yi Qing handed him with both hands, and ate it hungrily.

Yi Qing regretted it as soon as he finished giving it. What kind of nerves did he have? His sympathy overflowed. He didn't have a meal for himself, and he went to help others.

"Xiao Yi, let me tell you..." Elder Zhao slurred his speech because he was chewing something in his mouth, and dropped some biscuit crumbs from time to time.

The biscuit crumbs that fell out were caught by Mr. Zhao with his hands and poured back into his mouth, "Although I am very grateful for the things you gave me, but I want to remind you, don't be sympathetic in this place, otherwise you will be Can't survive."

"Let's talk after you finish eating." It was really thankless, Yi Qing searched hard in the tool bag, hoping to find some other food.

After finishing the biscuits, the old man did not touch Yi Qing's bottle of water, and handed the water bottle back to him, "Your water is very clean, keep it."

Yi Qing stretched out her hand to touch the bottle, then quickly withdrew her hand, "Drink, don't choke."

"Take it back." Elder Zhao insisted on returning the water to Yi Qing, then took out an iron pot from his rag bag, unscrewed the lid and drank the remaining two sips of water, and licked it unsatisfactorily after drinking Spout.

Seeing Mr. Zhao like this, although Yi Qing repeatedly reminded herself not to soften her heart, she still couldn't help her eyes sore, "Then we are one and half."

Yi Qing unscrewed the cap of the water bottle and poured water into Mr. Zhao's iron pot. Mr. Zhao wanted to stop him, but he was afraid of accidentally spilling the water, so he kept howling, "Enough is enough, too much! "

There was about [-] milliliters of water left, so Yi Qing stopped pouring water into Mr. Zhao's iron pot and tightened the cap, feeling infinitely melancholy.

"You are a real kid." Elder Zhao was holding the iron pot, and he was not willing to drink the water in it. He blinked his eyes a few times, and the tears couldn't stop streaming down. The old man looked so sad.