Doomsday Grain Squad

"Old Zhao, I'll leave first if there's nothing else to do."

Yi Qing patted Elder Zhao's hunched back comfortingly. Before he could stand up, Elder Zhao held onto his wrist tightly while crying, "Xiao Yi, sit with me for a while longer. .”

"..."

Seeing Mr. Zhao crying so miserably, Yi Qing thought that she was fine anyway, so she followed Mr. Zhao's wishes and stayed.

Mr. Zhao’s mood came and went quickly, and he stopped after crying for a long time. He wiped his tears like a normal person, patted Yi Qing on the shoulder, and smiled kindly, "Why don't you talk, what, tell the old man Is it boring to chat together?"

"I'm afraid I'll ask some questions again if I'm not thinking about it. I don't have any materials to exchange this time." Asking a question has to be exchanged for materials, which can't be said casually.

"If you want to know anything, just ask, I won't ask you for any reward this time, don't worry." The more Mr. Zhao looked at Yi Qing, the more he liked him. The young man is not only handsome, but also has a good heart. He likes him very much, " Let's talk about material goods and hurt our feelings with whoever we are."

Hearing Mr. Zhao's words, Yi Qing swept away her previous listlessness, straightened her back, and confirmed with the other party again, "Is it really free?"

"It's free, you're a real doll, it's possible that you still don't believe my character, Mr. Zhao." Mr. Zhao had a rich expression, and was so angry that he was bearded and staring, "Hurry up."

"Is it necessary to have an ID card to go out from here?" Yi Qing was impatient and asked without thinking carefully. When she saw Mr. Zhao looking at him suspiciously, she realized that it was impossible to ask directly, and she cried inwardly. Oops.

"Why are you asking this, don't you have an ID card?"

Yi Qing laughed, looked at the other place uncomfortably, trying to get away with it, "Why, am I curious? It's just that I just came here today, and I don't understand many questions. Mr. Zhao, you said that in this place, you usually What should you pay attention to?"

Although Mr. Zhao still had doubts in his eyes, he didn't continue to ask. He wiped the two white beards on the bottom of his nose with his fingers, and his voice became a little low. "The free trade zone is basically an area abandoned by the N City Protection Alliance. Young, strong and capable people have joined the alliance and become full-fledged members to work for them, leaving the old, weak, sick and disabled in this peripheral area, unable to get the allocated supplies, and can only wait to die slowly. If one day zombies Attacking in, maybe we can also serve as human shields to help them block the zombies."

"The so-called N City Protection Alliance turned out to be nothing more than superficial hypocrisy." Yi Qing thought that the environment in the free trade zone was just a little worse, but he didn't expect the situation to be much worse than he imagined. The protection given by the N City Alliance to the people here is only to dry up their last bit of use value.

"It wasn't like that at the beginning. Ever since Lord Jingxi and the current Alliance Master split up and left, our life has been difficult... Sigh..." Elder Zhao smacked his lips, his eyes looked wretchedly again Yi Qing sized her up, "Xiao Yi, do you have any cigarettes?"

Yi Qing fumbled in his jacket pocket. He remembered that he had half a pack of cigarettes on him, and there was still some left because he didn't smoke much.He dug out the deformed cigarette box and handed it to Mr. Zhao without thinking too much, "This is all that's left. The shell is crooked, but it's not broken. Just make do with it."

"It's a good thing." Mr. Zhao's eyes flashed, he took the cigarette case with both hands, and smiled from ear to ear, "It's been a long time since I touched it, so I just asked this casually, I didn't expect you to have it."

Mr. Zhao took out a deformed cigarette, put it upside down in his hand and sniffed it under his nose for a long time before putting the filter tip into his mouth.Remembering that there was no fire to light it, he looked at Yi Qing again in embarrassment, "Xiao Yi, is there any fire?"

"I don't have a lighter, but..."

Yi Qing rummaged through the tool backpack to find a piece of iron half the size of a palm, turned down the heat switch, and pressed the button with a click, a purple-blue flame sprang up, and lit a cigarette for Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao squinted his eyes, and took two puffs of cigarettes with an expression of enjoyment. After he was addicted to his mouth, he noticed the big iron block in Yi Qing's hand, "What kind of lighter is this? It looks quite novel. But it's too big. It looks heavy, and it’s inconvenient to carry around.”

"It's not a lighter." Yi Qing played with the iron in his hand, then put it back into the tool backpack.The liquid in this thing can burn continuously for more than ten hours. It is one of the tools that Ye Li equips everyone.It is a bit overkill to use it as a lighter now.

After Mr. Zhao finished smoking a cigarette, he took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and put it on his ear, and returned the remaining cigarette to Yi Qing.

"You take it, I'm not interested in it." Yi Qing generously gave the cigarettes to Mr. Zhao, and Mr. Zhao repeatedly confirmed that Yi Qing was not being polite, and put half a pack of cigarettes into the cloth bag contentedly.

"This is a free trade zone."

Hearing that Mr. Zhao mentioned a topic of interest to him again, Yi Qing immediately pricked up his ears and listened respectfully.

"If you want to survive, you must first learn not to suffer. Here, a drop of water and a grain of rice are the hope of survival. Only by fighting for more benefits for yourself can you live longer. The N city alliance organization occasionally He will do superficial work and distribute very few supplies to us, but we have to rely on robbing."

"If you don't have material sources to make ends meet, you can only learn about the market and exchange materials with others to make a profit, that is, buying and selling..."

Elder Zhao talked a lot in one breath, and Yi Qing listened attentively at the beginning to feel a little sleepy at the end, and couldn't help dozing off.

After being patted on the back of the head by Elder Zhao, Yi Qing woke up suddenly, then rubbed her aching head, grinned and complained: "You can't be softer."

"I wasted my saliva telling you so much, you bastard actually fell asleep for me." After Zhao Lao got angry, seeing that Yi Qing was really hurt, he grabbed Yi Qing's head and poked him hair, "Don't move around, let me see."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt. You are a strange old man, you were the one who beat me, why did you get anxious instead?" Yi Qing wanted to avoid Mr. Zhao's hand, but for some reason, these rough and thick hands made him feel uncomfortable. Warm, wanting to get closer, reluctant to push away.

Mr. Zhao messed up his hair, and Yi Qing just sat there obediently and let him play with it.

"It's not big or small, you have to call me Grandpa."

Yi Qing's eyes were astringent, she quickly closed them, and whispered back, "It's the old man."

"Bastard!" Mr. Zhao scratched Yi Qing's soft and fluffy hair, "Do you think you have lice in it?"

"Mr. Yi."

The old and the young were bickering happily, and Niu Cha had stood in front of the two of them at some point, his tall and strong body blocked the light, because Yi Qing could not see the expression on Niu Cha's face clearly because of the backlight, but from the other side With the rush of speaking, one can guess that there is something urgent to say.

"This way please, we can discuss something." Before Yi Qing agreed, Niu Cha consciously picked up the tool backpack in Yi Qing's hand and helped him up.

Yi Qing turned her head to look at Old Zhao, and found that although the old man didn't speak, he looked at him with concern.

"Strange old man, I'll go back as soon as I go." Yi Qing waved his hands to indicate that it's okay, Elder Zhao glanced at him, but still didn't speak, and lowered his head to fiddle with the iron pot in his hand.

……

"Mr. Yi, Chief Jingxi sent a message asking you to find a way to survive in the Alliance Base in N City. When the time comes, he will come to you." After Niu Cha finished speaking, he put Yi Qing's tool backpack on the ground, Began quickly packing his own things in the tent.

"Take it easy, there's a bomb inside." Yi Qing patted off the dust on the tool backpack, checked the contents, and after confirming that they were all intact, stepped forward to stop Niu Cha from continuing to clean up, "I have to talk to Jingxi now, You help me contact him. And where are you going? What do you mean let me find a way to survive here?!"

"The communication with the chief is all blocked, and I'm going back to the alliance in area C for support." Niu Cha was hindered by Yi Qing, so he simply didn't want the rest of the things, picked up his cloth bag, turned around and left.

"Wait." Yi Qing sternly stopped, put one hand on Niu Cha's shoulder and stopped him.

"You'll expose your identity like this, so you can do it for yourself." Niu Cha turned his head to look at Yi Qing's hand, shrank his shoulders, slipped out of Yi Qing's hand, kicked him onto the dirty quilt behind him with a roundabout kick, and opened the curtain of the tent , leave quickly.

"I'll wipe it, it must have been too harsh." Yi Qing was kicked until his chest hurt, and he lay down for a while before sitting up.

After Niu Cha left like this, he left nothing except a broken tent and some dirty bedding. Could it be that he really wants to live here according to the survival rules taught by Mr. Zhao before, until Cang Ao finds him or Jing Xi Come here? !

Maybe...it will be faster to find a way to escape...