Apocalyptic Tundra Age

On the third day, when everyone in the Xu family's old house woke up, they were hit with a straight question:

"Do you want to stay in the villa?"

The Huitong market is only open for three days, and after three days, everyone will go back to their homes, and those who want to stay can make a decision now.

Xu Chunjuan waved her hands again and again: "No, no, it's snowing here and I have to work, I'm so tired."

Xu Zhiping: "Are you kidding me, my wife is in the village!"

Uncle Tie & Uncle Guosheng looked terrified: "If you die here, no one can help send the body back, right? No one? It's a bunch of old bones, why bother!"

……

Surprisingly, no one wanted to stay.

Xu Zhonglei thought about it for a while. If Xu's old house was in the same situation as last year, lacking food and clothing, and dying of starvation, half of the people would probably be left on the spot.

But now, the two water trucks are constantly catching fish day and night, everyone’s stomachs are full, and the house at home has been repaired comfortably. The life in Xujia Village is much better than that in Hongrui Villa. What about moving?

Xu Zhonglei expressed to Zheng Lue the village's reluctance to immigrate, and Zheng Lue said "huh", noncommittal.

"By the way, Boss Zheng, we can't get back so much food in exchange. Do you have any supporting services?" Xu Zhonglei asked.

Wu Ji raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You are asking the right person. We at Hongrui Villa are determined to solve problems for our customers. There are many ways. For one thing, you can exchange grain with us for a cart. We have a good relationship. , I will never charge you too much, just fifty catties of grain for a car, no one will deceive you."

Xu Zhonglei: A profiteer!Who can't make a scooter, just remove a few more wheels from the car, and spend food to buy him so badly.

"What about the second?"

"You pay [-]% of the food, and the guards will help you deliver it. We will provide the cart to ensure a safe and smooth journey."

"Is there a third?"

"Stay here and eat the food before leaving."

"roll--"

Xu Zhonglei said sternly: "Do you have any good things to exchange for? Daggers, machetes, even guns, etc. These will be useful, and they will be used when we go back to the village to hunt."

This request was unexpected, Zheng Lue and Wu Ji looked at each other, and after a long time, Zheng Lue said, "Yes, but you can't exchange much for this little grain..."

Xu Zhonglei was overjoyed, he asked casually, he was not discouraged if he didn't have a weapon, and he was even more surprised, "What do you have? Sell it to me cheaper."

The trade fair ended successfully, and Zheng Lue came to the stage to make a speech, agreeing to open the second "Huitong Market" next year depending on the weather.Now that the event is over, more than 30 caravans from afar are ready to return to their respective homes.

Only a small number of people noticed that in the Xujia Village convoy, there was much less food that could not be piled up to the top, and there was an extra rectangular box in the middle of the cart.

Probably some deal with Hongrui Villa?who knows?

It's over, no one cares.

Most of the caravans were eager to return home, and they were also afraid of being robbed halfway, so they rushed back overnight after the trade fair ended.

They stayed in Xujia Village for one more day, and everyone took a walk around Hongrui Villa as if they were surprised, learned a wave of raising rabbits, and took away their own salt.

Wu Ji played happily with Xu Zhonglei for a whole day, and in the early morning of the next day, he limped and was very vain, and came to see him off with a listless spirit. He supported his old waist and said:

"I'm afraid someone will rob you in front, so you should bring an extra guard, Wei Lai—"

Wei Lai, walked out from behind Wu Ji, grinning: "I'll see you off."

Xu Zhiping: "How embarrassing, thank you for your hard work!"

When leaving, Wu Ji quietly whispered to Xu Zhonglei:

"Xueba, let me tell you that Wei Lai wanted to come here by himself. He is thin-skinned, so I'm sorry to say it, so I'll help you make excuses. After you arrive, look at him."

Xu Zhonglei understood, and said "OK", Wu Ji asked him to cover Wei Lai, it's a trivial matter.

Xu Zhonglei remembered what happened to Fan Yu and Wei Lai yesterday, and looked at the two of them. Sure enough, the dark circles and swollen eyes of the two were strange, tsk tsk tsk, it was the love of young people, desperate and unforgettable.

However, it was Wei Lai who followed, not Fan Yu who stayed in Hongrui Villa, so this direction is very interesting.

Xu Zhonglei recalled what Fan Yu said yesterday, the reason for staying:

"My house is my land. All the friends I know are in Xujia Village. If I change places, I can only stay in other people's homes. I will never leave to see their faces."

The little girl is quite independent and has ideas, but even if Wei Lai chases after her, it will be another matter in the future.The two live together, stumbling, friction and contradictions, love alone cannot produce bread.

You can observe more in the future.

Xu Zhonglei: No. 1 melon-eating front-line reporter.

On the second day after returning from the original road, everyone was in a good mood, bragging, singing and talking, making a lot of noise. In the afternoon, when the sun was covered by dark clouds and cool winds came, Xu Zhiping felt that something was wrong.

The temperature dropped, he was wearing two coats, and with the physical exercise of pulling the cart, it should have been a little hot.

Now, the wind was blowing, and he shivered involuntarily. Goosebumps stood up on his body, and he felt a little cold.

As an old farmer with many years of rich working experience, thinking of the possibility of weather changes, he immediately sent messages back and forth:

"All speed up, speed up! Let's go faster and go back quickly! It may be cooling down."

Everyone in Xujia Village suffered a lot in the face of the long snowstorm. Even if it was "possible", everyone speeded up in silence, and no one complained.

Don't run now, when the blizzard comes, this road will be everyone's graveyard - no one needs to run.

Cheng Yuming pulled the cart and walked in the front, and with all his strength, the wheels whizzed.

Fortunately, on the way here, the people of Xujia Village cleared many roadblocks along the way, less trial and error and waiting time to clean up debris on the road, and everyone walked fast, resisting the temperature drop of about ten degrees, and rushed towards home.

In order to go faster, such as Uncle Tie, Guosheng, and young people like Xu Minmin, all lay on their stomachs on the scooter, shivering under the cold wind.

On the third day after the departure, less than ten miles away from the town, seeing the victory was just around the corner, the slightest drizzle fell down and hit the person, making him feel chilled.

Xu Zhonglei wondered whether to stop to hide from the rain, when he heard a shout from behind, "Don't stop! Brother Zhiping said to take him directly to the town!"

Cheng Yuming raised his ears, and when he heard the people behind him talking, he swung his legs faster, Xu Zhonglei pushed the cart vigorously behind him, and the motorcade behind watched the two men desperately moving forward, and he couldn't help but follow along.

The speed is faster, but the rain is also heavier.

Cheng Yuming is the master who runs five kilometers all year round, but the villagers are not, and soon, some people will fall behind.

Xu Zhonglei turned his head for a while, and saw the sparse convoy behind them getting farther and farther away from the two of them...

In the sky, dark clouds were churning, black air filled the air, and raindrops fell like beans.

Xu Zhonglei quickly stopped Cheng Yuming who was running wildly, "Someone is falling behind, let's help!"

They helped the people behind gather the team, and changed places with sisters Wang Jiating and Chunjuan who were exhausted, and the team slowly moved forward again.

Everyone was drenched|soaked from the water, and everyone's faces were indeed tight and determined, moving forward all the way.

Compared with the lifeless appearance of being devastated by hunger in the past few months, the villagers now seem to have a lot of money.

When we arrived in the town, we had been drenched in the rain for more than half an hour, our clothes were sticking to our skin, wet, and when the cold wind blew, we were sneezing one after another.

The fish drying house in the town has ready-made firewood and a big kang. Xu Jinpeng and others had been working here before. First, they changed their clothes.

When they went out, they had already dragged two water trucks to the dike, and tied two more anchors to the small boat and buoy as a platform to tie them tightly. They were still worried about this, so Xu Jinpeng went to the embankment as soon as he came back. Looking at the situation, I dare not rest assured until I see that the fishing tools are safe and sound.

The water flow on the embankment above the head is turbulent, and the waves colliding with the embankment are frightening.

The big kang inside the house was already on fire. This side was originally used for roasting dried fish. There were beams hanging above the head, and strings of dried fish hung down. From time to time, fish oil dripped down, and the room smelled like fish.

Everyone can only lean against the fire wall, curl up to dry clothes, chat worriedly, and the topic cannot be separated from the one-acre three-point land at home.

"...It looks like the weather is going to change. The cabbage and radishes we planted outside have not been confiscated. If it snows suddenly, they will all be frozen..."

"It's raining, go collect it now, the vegetables will spoil."

"Stone, wet|dada dishes can't be put in the vegetable cellar, can they?" Sister Chunjuan asked.

The whole village grows radishes, cabbage and potatoes. Xu Zhonglei thought it would be inconvenient to store them, so he instructed the villagers to dig vegetable cellars and put them in at that time.Since someone asked, Xu Zhonglei casually explained all the precautions:

"To store vegetables in the vegetable cellar, first make a wooden shelf, and then the vegetables will be placed on the shelf. After the cabbage is taken back, the bad leaves and dirt should be cleaned off, and then dried for two days before being put into the vegetable cellar, with the big end facing down."

"After all the vegetables are collected, put two buckets of water in the vegetable cellar. The water can slowly release heat so that the temperature in the vegetable cellar will not be too low to freeze the vegetables."

The village is located in the south, and the village will never use a vegetable cellar for several lifetimes. Everyone knows a little about this thing, so they enthusiastically ask some questions, "Do you want to ventilate?"

"When is the best time to order food" and "Do I have to bring a candle to go down when I get food", these are internal questions.

Xu Zhonglei answered everything he could, and he didn't know the rest, so he just asked everyone to try any method.

The topic of the vegetable cellar ended, Xu Zhiping leaned against the fire wall, and thought of something, "This time I went to the trade conference, dried fish and pottery were almost sold, and I got back about four thousand catties of grain in total, and a few pairs of rabbits, tens of catties Salt. How to divide this batch of things, I think so: "

"Food and salt are the same as before. Adults get a whole share, children under ten years old get half a share, and children over ten years old get two-thirds. Those couples of rabbits were specially bought by stones for breeding, so we don't Divide up. Find an empty room and raise rabbits specially, and let’s talk about it when there are more rabbits.”

"There are so many dried fish caught by the waterwheel, because the waterwheel is made of stone, so he takes [-]% first. The remaining [-]% is also divided according to the grain. We have more dried fish with fewer people. Can't finish it."

"Jinpeng, Dai Sheng, your three shifts are here to kill fish and dry them, and you don't do your own work. You have worked hard. These tasks are counted as work points. When the village divides firewood and potatoes, you will be given an extra share. "

"What do you think?"

Xu Zhonglei and Cheng Yuming had no objection to the allocation, and they lifted each other's clothes to enjoy the fire, squatting aside and listening.

Next to him, Wei Lai was fidgeting. He had originally planned to be the son-in-law, but he didn't expect that the food had already been divided before he became a villager.

It's not about coveting these things, the main thing is: if Wei Lai has nothing and spends all day on Fan Yu's food, Fan Yu has to throw him to Siberia, don't let the lingering love story not make a sound, and cry faint in the ice and snow first.

It's all because I came in a hurry and forgot to bring some food from Hongrui Villa.

So, is it too late to go back again?