Apocalyptic Tundra Age

It got dark early, before six o'clock, and it was pitch black outside.

Cheng Yuming sat alone on the sofa and said quietly, "I'm going to get my quilt."

Xu Zhonglei turned on the lamp, and a small area of ​​the living room was illuminated in an instant. He put the lamp in front of Cheng Yuming and said, "That thing, why bother?" Or his own.

"I'm missing everything now, even if I have a quilt." Cheng Yuming blinked and stared at him in the dark.

Xu Zhonglei made an ok gesture and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go."

It was dark, but there was still light on the large construction site in the village. Xu Zhonglei walked towards the light, and when he got close, he found that the light was piles of bonfires. There were seven or eight piles in total. Many people Xu Zhonglei knew were still fighting for themselves through the fire house struggled.

Xu Zhonglei didn't bother them, and went directly into the plank room on the road. There was also a bonfire burning inside the plank room. The newly built bed was leaning against the wall. In the corner where Cheng Yuming had been sleeping was only a piece of tattered cotton wool. The blankets and quilts on it were all gone.

"Shitou, did that man go to your house?" The man hunched over, sitting on a chair and leaning on his hands turned his head to talk to him.

It turned out that the men who were chatting by the campfire were all quiet, only the sound of firewood crackling.

Xu Zhonglei showed a smirk: "Yes, there is nothing to cover here, come here to get the bedroll. I don't know if the thing flew or something happened, but there is only a torn cotton wool left. Uncle Sangui, do you know where everything went?"

Uncle Sangui turned his head and said stiffly: "I don't know, I don't know, don't ask me."

Xu Zhonglei ignored him. He checked the bed in the house and found that his quilt and blanket were indeed not here.

He turned around and walked out of the room, only to hear voices coming from the room: "The people he picks up eat and drink for nothing from the villagers, and in the end all the benefits will belong to him, so go on in your mother's dream!"

"He raises as much as he likes, and I don't give out food!"

Xu Zhonglei didn't look back. There were seven or eight men warming up by the fire in the room, and they didn't even know who was the last person to speak.

Xu Zhonglei blamed Xu Zhiping a little in his heart. When the food was divided, each family divided it clearly, and whoever suffered from the fart would care about every detail, and now he used the trick of crowding out people.But then again, if there is no private property, the only thing that counts is whoever does less, and it will still be a mess.

He was thinking about who was so wicked and took away everything from a patient when Uncle Guosheng who appeared out of nowhere pointed him in the direction of the kang room, turned and left.

Xu Zhonglei pushed open the door of the kang room and took a look: his blankets, quilts and sleeping bags were all drying inside, it looked like someone had washed them once, and they were almost dry now.

Xu Zhonglei had an intuition that only sister Chunjuan would do this job of helping with laundry, and after searching back and forth at the big construction site for a long time, he found her on the roof.

"How about it? At that time, Jia Ting, I, and two girls will live together, a total of four people."

Xu Zhonglei glanced at it. It was four small houses built side by side, and there were buildings inside, which should be the boiler room and kitchen. Xu Zhonglei felt that the shape seemed familiar, oh, it was exactly the same as his row of eight rooms!

When Xu Zhonglei asked about Cheng Yuming, Sister Chunjuan immediately became angry, "It's just those bums who play mahjong all day long, gossiping around all day when they don't do anything, trying to run people away. I want to grab everything, I'm so angry, throwing those things in the river is better than giving those shit things! Xiao Cheng eats my food, it's none of their business!"

I get it, it wasn't washed, but the things were thrown into the pond by Sister Chunjuan, and she picked them up and dried them again.Xu Zhonglei asked in confusion: "What do they do all day long?"

"How do I know? I don't cook for them anymore, take it easy!"

"Sister Chunjuan, Xiao Cheng will live with me now, I will take the things first!"

"You two young men, can you eat?"

"Don't worry, we both have hands and feet, let's go back and plant potatoes!" Xu Zhonglei waved his hand: "Sister Chunjuan, you are busy! I have taken all the bedding!"

Tsk tsk tsk, it turns out that Xiao Cheng is still a poor little bullied.

Xu Zhonglei went home and asked Cheng Yuming what he thought about this. He said, "I've seen this kind of person a lot. It's like a dog's skin plaster. The more I care about him, the more he will run away. It seems that he has the upper hand, but he only dares to wait for me to go out." He just secretly took my things. So why bother with him?"

"You are clear in your heart, so I won't comfort you. Sister Chunjuan reminded me today, when will your health be better? We are afraid that we don't have enough food, so hurry up and plant sweet potatoes and potatoes, and you can still reap a crop."

"Actually, it's almost there." Cheng Yuming grinned, rolled up his trouser legs and moved towards the light, the vertical and horizontal scars looked pink under the white light, only the large piece of flesh that had been gouged out on the calf was still wrapped in cloth strips.

"What's the smell?" A warm stench came over the face, knocking Xu Zhonglei backwards.

"Ahem." Cheng Yuming was about to put down his trouser legs in embarrassment. "I haven't showered in a long time."

"It's not that smell. I have a medicine box at home. I'll take a look at another medicine." Xu Zhonglei forcefully rolled up his trouser legs, turned around and took the desk lamp to the bedroom to get the medicine box, and took a small USB connected to a power bank. light up.

Seeing the posture of "I'll help you if you don't come by yourself", Cheng Yuming succumbed. He untied the wound wrapped in cloth, and tremblingly began to disinfect his own wound.

"Ouch—" Xu Zhonglei looked at him so painfully that his hands and feet trembled. He found a mask to protect his fragile nose, then pushed him down on the sofa and gave him medicine.

The cotton soaked in alcohol was stained with blood and thrown into the trash can. The contact between the alcohol and the skin made Cheng Yuming shake his legs and cry out in pain. After the cold Xu Zhonglei applied alcohol to the large wound, he applied iodine again , just sprinkled the medicine powder in the amoxicillin capsules, packed him with gauze, and took two amoxicillin capsules before putting away the medicine box.

"It's so serious, why don't you go to Dr. Zeng?"

"Doctor Zeng said that the medicine is gone, and the gauze is gone."

Hearing the crying voice in Cheng Yuming's voice, Xu Zhonglei picked up a small lamp and shone it on Cheng Yuming's eyes. The wet eyes quickly closed, and only the eyelashes wet with tears and the wet tears around the eyes could be seen.

Cheng Yuming closed his eyes and waved his hands wildly, and shouted: "Damn it, why are you pointing the lamp at my eyes? You can't open your eyes!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were crying." Xu Zhonglei turned off the light like a good guy.

"Where are you crying? It hurts too much! You're really hard on yourself."

Xu Zhonglei thought to himself, seeing this man cry twice, he must have lost face when he said it, hahaha! "Yes yes yes" a few perfunctory words, helped him spread the blanket and quilt, and signaled him to take medicine to sleep.

Xu Zhonglei yawned and went back to his room.

"Thank you." That was the voice from behind.

"No thanks, work hard!" Xu Zhonglei waved his hand, goodbye.