Doomsday Grain Squad

"This is the flour that my father and I earned yesterday. When you arrive at the place I took you to, exchange three steamed buns. Remember to pick the biggest one." Mr. Zhao repeatedly asked Yi Qing, and then carried the small jar filled with flour give him.Yi Qing weighed it, because there was too little flour, the jar felt light and weightless in his hand.

Two full days had passed since Niu Cha left. Yi Qing followed Mr. Zhao from the next tent to learn how to make a living in the free trade zone.When they were young, Yi Qing and Su Nuanhan lived through the hard and dirty days of begging. These two days were enough for him to get familiar with this harsh environment again.

"Aunt Li, Mr. Zhao asked me to exchange some steamed buns with you."

It was not easy for Yi Qing to squeeze into the booth where supplies were exchanged for steamed buns, and respectfully handed over a jar of flour to a busy middle-aged woman, with a polite smile on her face all the time.

"Look at your sweet mouth, when did I become your aunt." Aunt Li looked up at the little brother who had been smiling brightly in front of the booth, and found that it was the young man who had been following Mr. Zhao for the past two days. The flour jar, checked whether the flour had deteriorated and was clean, and after confirming that there was no problem, poured all the flour into the big bucket behind him, and then returned the jar to Yi Qing, "It's useless to have a sweet mouth, these flours can only be exchanged for three steamed buns .But for the sake of calling me aunt, let you pick the bigger one."

"Thank you, Aunt Li." Yi Qing smiled even more happily, took back the jar handed back by the other party, shook the cloth bag containing the steamed buns in her hand, looked at the steamed buns of different sizes in the steamer one by one, and finally picked the three largest ones Put it in a cloth bag, and did not forget to say hello before leaving, "Aunt Li, I'm leaving, remember to leave a big steamed bun for me tomorrow."

"You boy, I have to talk to old man Zhao later, so don't teach you badly." Aunt Li shook her head and continued to work cheerfully.

"The hot steamed buns are back." Yi Qing lifted the cloth bag and shook it, but got no response from Mr. Zhao. When he got closer, he found that the other party was sitting upright with his eyes open and snoring, "Strange old man, let me change it." Mantou, but I am lazy and sleeping here."

Old Zhao's nose twitched, and his eyes instantly became clear again, "I said why it smells so good, it turns out that the steamed buns have returned."

Yi Qing handed the cloth bag to Mr. Zhao, touched his hungry belly, and stared at the steamed buns.

"Give me the biggest one, and give you the other two." Elder Zhao picked out the relatively largest steamed bun, and then threw the cloth bag to Yi Qing, "Sure enough, it's a wise decision to let you change the steamed bun, that woman likes you." A handsome little guy, I used to ask her to exchange steamed buns, and every time I would pick the smallest one for me."

"You're joking." Yi Qing looked down at the two steamed buns in the cloth bag, broke off half of the steamed buns and slowly tore them to eat, then stuffed the other half into Mr. share."

Seeing Yi Qing forcefully stuffing steamed buns for him, Mr. Zhao grimaced and said angrily, "You eat a lot when you are young, how can you be like an old man. If you feel sorry, take a nap when you are full, and continue to fuck with me when you get up." Live, now let you take it and you take it."

The steamed buns were handed back and forth, but they finally arrived in Yi Qing's hands, but the paranoid Mr. Zhao, Yi Qing ate a big steamed bun for lunch, and went back to the tent to take a nap contentedly.

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Cang Ao bit his lips, and drew a circle around the right point on his chest with his finger, "Would you like me to touch you here, or here?"

Yi Qing was so teased, she was about to ask for more caresses from Cang Ao, but the other party's face suddenly changed, and she slapped him hard on the chin.

"It hurts." Yi Qing's Chunmeng was woken up by this slap, she clutched her chin and looked around sleepily. He was still in the broken tent in the Alliance Free Trade Zone in N City, Cangao Lian I can't even see the shadow, it really was him daydreaming just now.

Feeling something arching and arching on his waist, Yi Qing looked down, only to find that there was an unknown object inside the quilt, which made a small bag of the dirty quilt.

"A Bao!" Yi Qing called out uncertainly, and then excitedly lifted the quilt. To his disappointment, there was a white and tender baby in the quilt instead of A Bao. He was so frightened that he put the quilt back and quickly Jumped out of the bed.

The fluffy and soft thing on his waist before subconsciously reminded him of Abao, but he didn't expect that after lifting the quilt, it would surprise him so much.

"Wow--"

The baby inside suddenly burst into tears, and Yi Qing realized that she had acted improperly just now, and quickly pulled off the quilt and carried the child out of it.

The child was about one year old, naked and naked, and his delicate and cute face was crying like rain. Yi Qing was dumbfounded when he saw it, and his heart twitched with the rhythm of the child's crying.

"I'll go, whoever's child doesn't take care of it, and ran away to me." Except for bullying Cang'e when he was a child, Yi Qing had never touched such a small hairy head. He straightened the child who was sitting upside down, and helped him The other party wiped away tears.

Just when he wanted to get up and ask Mr. Zhao next door to help him find a way to solve this big trouble, the child held his sleeves tightly and refused to let him go.

"Be good, kid, let go, I'll help you find your parents." Yi Qing was afraid of hurting the child, so she didn't dare to break the other's fingers too hard, but the child refused to let go no matter what, just holding on to Yi Qing.

The child looked at Yi Qing pitifully with big watery eyes, flattened his mouth, and followed Yi Qing's example: "Mom."

"I'm not your mother, don't bark, even if you misidentify your relatives, I should be your father." Seeing that the child refused to let go, Yi Qing simply hugged him into his arms, opened the curtain and left the tent.

The child was still crying, but he stopped sobbing immediately after being picked up by Yi Qing, with his arms around Yi Qing's neck, his soft voice imitated Yi Qing's words, "Dad...Dad..."

Although he was not the child's father, Yi Qing felt an indescribable feeling in his heart when he was called by the child. It was as if his chest was stuffed with something. It was a sense of satisfaction that he had never felt before.

"Mr. Zhao, is Mr. Zhao awake?" Yi Qing yelled twice at the door of Mr. Zhao's tent, but no one answered him, and consciously got into Mr. Zhao's tent.

Mr. Zhao's tent is not big, and there are few things inside, except for a simple floor, bamboo chairs and a few iron cans are neatly placed aside.

Accompanied by Mr. Zhao's snoring, the quilt covering his body rose and fell. Hearing the snoring, the child found it very novel, and turned his head to look for the source of the sound.

After discovering that the sound was coming from the floor, the child struggled to get down. Yi Qing was afraid that he would fall, so she took the initiative to carry him and walked to Elder Zhao.

"Hehe." The child smiled and stretched out his hand to Elder Zhao. Yi Qing continued to lean on him, bent down and put him on the floor.

The child's movements were not as agile as a one-year-old child. As soon as his feet stepped on the floor, he grabbed the quilt a few times and then turned over and climbed up. He rode on Mr. Zhao, stretched out his white and fat hands like lotus roots, and grabbed Mr. Zhao with one hand. beard, pinched his face with one hand, and ravaged him like a toy.

"Well, what are you doing to disturb people's dreams! It's outrageous!" Mr. Zhao suddenly roared, but his eyes didn't open, he rolled over and continued to sleep.

But the child was frightened by the sound, and rolled off Mr. Zhao, so frightened that Yi Qing bent down to catch it, and hugged him slowly.

No matter how soundly Mr. Zhao slept, he still couldn't beat the crying of the child. After being awakened, he sat up abruptly, glared at the front for more than ten seconds, and then raised his eyes to look at Yi Qing and the child, "Where did the brat come from. "

"I just came to ask you. I fell asleep just now, and when I woke up, the child was in my tent."

"Why are you so careless." Mr. Zhao folded the quilt, moved to the side, and beckoned Yi Qing to sit down, "The adults staying in the free trade zone can hardly support themselves, let alone children. Children Abandoned things often happen, you carry him over and show me."

Yi Qing sat next to Mr. Zhao, and carefully put the child back on the bed, "Abandonment of children often happens here? You mean this child is also abandoned?"

Veteran Zhao looked at the child carefully from the beginning to the end, nodded first, and quickly overturned his previous thoughts and waved his hands, "It is true that children are often abandoned here, and those who are picked up will be sent to the N city alliance organization, my child No one knows their future fate. But I think this child is white and fat, not a doll who has suffered, and should not be abandoned by his parents."

Seeing that Yi Qing was staring at the child in a daze, Mr. Zhao stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes, "Xiao Yi, what's wrong with you?"

"I just feel a little uncomfortable." Hearing that the child was abandoned, Yi Qing thought of his unhappy past, but in order not to worry Mr. Zhao, he forced a smile, "You said this child was not abandoned by his parents? "

"Who knows." Jiang is still hot, how could Mr. Zhao fail to see how far-fetched Yi Qing's smile is, sighed and patted Yi Qing's head, "Give this child to the N City Alliance organization, Maybe they can help the doll find its parents."

The child was playing with his fingers. When Mr. Zhao said this, he seemed to understand what the strange old man in front of him was saying. He moved his buttocks and squeezed to Yi Qing's side, holding Yi Qing's clothes tightly, feeling wronged. The ground started to cry again, "Daddy."