Survival in the end of food

After seven or eight days, several adults took Hu Fei and cleaned up the zombies in the surrounding streets one after another.

Hu Fei, in particular, is impressive.

From the very beginning, Hu Fei squatted next to the zombie's head, doing psychological work for himself. After two days of doing it, he held the knife in both hands and stabbed the dagger into the zombie's head in a trance.

After a difficult start, he will be much braver when he kills zombies next.

Slowly until now, adults and children work together.

Zheng Yan, Huo Xian, and Li Guangming were responsible for unloading the arms and legs, while Hu Fei was responsible for killing the zombies with only the torso left.

The weather was so hot that it was impossible to go out at noon. If you stood outside for a long time, you would feel top-heavy. Several people only came out in the morning and evening to kill zombies.

On this day, the sky was bright, and they got up at five o'clock to clean up the zombies as usual, and went back to eat at nine o'clock.

The rice Wang Yongcheng cooks is millet soup and a plate of pickles. It is no exaggeration to say that it is millet soup. Only a few grains of rice can be found at the bottom of the bowl after drinking it. The rice soup is clear and transparent.

They were busy all morning, tired and hungry, Zheng Yan looked at the food on the table, and then at Wang Yongcheng, with a blank expression on his face.

Wang Yongcheng stirred the rice soup with chopsticks one after another, and he seemed to lack interest and appetite.

It's getting worse and worse.

There are many kinds of food, oil, rice and noodles in the kitchen, and it can even be said to be very rich. Why is this rice porridge getting thinner and colder every day?

Two days ago, it was still a bit meaty, but today it is just plain water and pickled vegetables?

Wang Yongcheng raised his eyes to look at Zheng Yan, with a very natural expression, he lowered his head and took a sip of his meal.

Hu Fei was at the age of a tall man, tired all morning, and he could only hear him slurping his food at the dinner table.The bowl was as big as his face. The little man drank two bowls and jumped off the stool to fill the third bowl.

Seeing his stomach swell, Zheng Yan took the bowl over and said, "Not full yet? You've already had two bowls."

"I'm full." Hu Fei hiccupped, scratched his ears and said, "I'm full now, but I'm still hungry later. Uncle, I'll have another bowl."

The millet soup is sparse and full of water, and the stomach will be empty after urinating, no wonder the child is hungry.

Zheng Yan looked at the food, put down his chopsticks and said, "Didn't we bring back a pack of bacon two days ago, cut it up and served it up."

"Bacon? Where is there any more? It's been three days. Didn't I finish eating yesterday!" Wang Yongcheng said loudly.

"Finish?" Zheng Yan frowned.

"Yes, you don't know the price of firewood and rice if you are not in charge of the family. If so many people eat such a piece of meat, they will finish eating it early!" Wang Yongcheng said.

Zheng Yan sneered in his heart, talking nonsense with his eyes open, was he eaten by everyone?Or was it eaten by you?

That skewered meat is at least a catty, not to mention four adults and one child, even if it is doubled, eight adults and two children will each get two slices, right?

Even if they knew what they were doing, but there was no proof, they had no choice but to bite Wang Yongcheng to death and not let go.

Zheng Yan looked at the boiled water and pickles in front of him, and thought to himself, how the hell did he save someone, he obviously ate a fly!

I hide everything I do, I don't even have to eat a bite of his mother's meat if I want to eat it!

Wang Yongcheng smiled, quickly took the bowl, and added another bowl of rice to Hu Fei.

In midsummer, I can't go out at all.It hasn't rained for many days, the air is dry, the plants are drooping and listless, and the branches and leaves are curled up.

After dinner at ten o'clock, until four o'clock in the afternoon, several people stayed in the house to escape the heat.

Zheng Yan stared at Wang Yongcheng as he cleaned the bowl and forked it into the cupboard, then Wang Yongcheng curled his lips and yawned.

"I got up early in the morning, and I got up at eight o'clock to cook for you. I'm exhausted. I'm going to sleep and go back to the cage."

Eight O'clock?

In summer, at eight o'clock, the sky is bright for three hours.

Zheng Yan sent him upstairs with a constipated expression, and when he returned to his room, Wang Yongcheng hummed a song and took out the white flour pancakes he secretly made in the morning from the drawer.He took out the bacon again, tore off a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

This piece of bacon was prepared by Zheng Yan before the end of the world. Sichuan bacon tastes authentic, a little salty, very fragrant, and slightly spicy.

What's wrong with the last days?

It is much more carefree than before the end of the world, Wang Yongcheng thought, there is no need to work, no shortage of food and drink, and no nagging of those stinky girls and little girls...

No matter how idle my mother is, she is also the head of the family. Shouldn't you all support me?

I'm your father, I'm your husband!

Wang Yongcheng swung his legs and said in his heart that the end of the world is really coming, God is good to him!

No one looks down on anyone, and there is no need to...

life for a life.

There are big and small quarrels at home every day, and the wives and daughters unite against him, scolding him and scolding him.The clay figurine still has a bloody temper, those useless, rubbish, and waste words penetrated into his ears, penetrated into his heart, and his anger bubbled up, but those two idiots couldn't see it at all, so they didn't know how to stop talking.He couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed a kitchen knife from the kitchen and slaughtered two women, one big and one small!

The ground is full of blood, and the world is quiet.

But this is intentional homicide!If you don't make it right, you will die!Originally still terrified, preparing to escape to the ends of the earth, he packed his luggage from home, and saw zombies biting people as soon as he arrived at the train station.He hid in the security room of the nursing home for the elderly, not daring to say a word, and within a few days, he was saved!

God will not kill me!

Wang Yongcheng is proud of himself. He is lazy by nature, afraid of being tired and restrained, spending money and being extravagant.When he was young, his mother spoiled him, and when he grew up, he married a wife, but he still didn't work properly, waiting for his wife to spoil him.

But what's the point of this? Isn't human life just for pleasure?

He likes his current life very much. He cooks and washes the dishes every day, and the food and accommodation are good.

As for that white-faced young man surnamed Zheng, if you don't give him a good face all day long, is it easy to provoke him when he is Wang Yongcheng?

Wang Yongcheng sneered repeatedly. Although he was greedy for life and afraid of death, he dared not kill zombies, but for him, killing people was much easier.

Downstairs, Hu Fei was reading a storybook, and once he went to the toilet, he drank water like crazy.

I ran more than ten times in two hours, lying on the sofa, clutching my stomach and rolling.

Li Guangming was reading the Notes on Tomb Raiders, and he had already seen the second volume.

And Zheng Yan and Huo Xian were playing chess, when Hu Fei passed by him again, Zheng Yan didn't turn his head back, just grabbed his arm accurately, frowned and said: "What's wrong with you? Diarrhea?"

"No, I drank too much water." Hu Fei rubbed his belly and said Qiqiaiai: "Uncle, I'm a little hungry."

Zheng Yan looked at his watch, there was still more than an hour before lunch time.

"Don't you want to go to the toilet, go." Zheng Yan signaled to play chess later, got up and went to the bedroom, pretended to search for a while, and took out a bag of Wang Zhongwang ham and a piece of bread from the space.

When he came out of the bedroom and called Hu Fei, the child looked up from the book, his eyes lit up, and his saliva dripped all over the floor.His eyes didn't move, they stuck to Zheng Yan's hand, moving his eyeballs in the direction of his hand.

"Want to eat?"

"I really want to!" Hu Fei stood up from the stool and said.

Zheng Yan teased him and said with a smile, "Uncle."

Hu Fei rushed over and hugged his thigh, saying repeatedly: "Uncle Uncle Uncle Uncle Uncle..."

Zheng Yan: "..."

Zheng Yan stuffed the ham into his arms, continued to play chess, and said, "Don't worry about it, eat hard, don't eat if you can't finish it."

Hu Fei hugged the ham and nodded, sat cross-legged on the sofa, smelled the ham through the skin, and took the ham sausage out of the bag after smelling it for a while.

Hu Fei divided a pack of ten hams.

There are five people in total, Hu Fei is fair and just, each has two sticks.

Jumping off the sofa, Hu Fei held the ham in his arms, put two next to Uncle Li, two for Uncle Huo, two for Uncle Zheng, and two for himself.

And that bad uncle two.

Zheng Yan looked at the ham sausage in front of him, and said in surprise: "We also have our share?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zheng..." Hu Fei was a little nervous, and said embarrassedly: "I don't want to share your bread... I'd better... give you a bite."

Zheng Yan raised his head back, waved his hands and said: "Be obedient, uncle won't eat, and uncle is not a child, we'll just wait for lunch. Come, I'll give you the ham too."

"Thank you, Uncle." Hu Fei shrank back, didn't pick it up, and ran away, took his own ham to eat on the sofa, and took a few bites.After tasting the taste, he carefully wrapped the ham, put it away, and started eating bread.

Wang Yongcheng, who woke up from his sleep upstairs, smelled the aroma of ham as soon as he went downstairs.

"What kind of smell is this?" Wang Yongcheng said as he went downstairs, "It smells weird."

"Uncle." Hu Fei stood up from the sofa, walked over reluctantly, gave him two hams, and said, "Here are the hams for you."

"What's the matter? Why didn't anyone tell Brother Cheng that there was ham? They treated me as an outsider?" Wang Yongcheng felt that he was being squeezed out, and his tone was quite unpleasant.

Hu Fei ran behind Huo Xian, fiddling with his trouser waist with his little hands.

Wang Yongcheng looked down at the ham sausage wrapped in red, bit off the skin and ate it in two or three bites, then sat down on the sofa.

"That kid," Wang Yongcheng said, "it's just two, you guys don't know how to hide private goods, that's not kind!"

Hu Fei took out a ham from his pocket and showed it to him, saying, "Each person really only has two."

"Only two?" Wang Yongcheng asked suspiciously.

The few chess pieces that Zheng Yan was holding fell to the table with a crackling sound.

For a while, the living room was extremely quiet.

Zheng Yan turned his chair around, looked back at him, and said with a half smile, "What do you think?"

Wang Yongcheng was taken aback by his question, but before he could react, Zheng Yan got up, put himself together with Huo Xian and Li Guangming, a total of six hams, put them in a packaging bag and returned them to Hu Fei.

"Children's things are originally prepared for you. Uncle understands your intentions. Thank you, Feifei. It's just that this grown-up shouldn't snatch it from you. Otherwise, where will I put my face? You should keep it as a snack. Bar."

After speaking, he meant something, and his eyes swept over Wang Yongcheng lukewarmly, paused on him for a moment, and quickly looked back at the chessboard.

Wang Yongcheng's face turned red and then pale, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Huo Xian took his time, restored the chessboard that Zheng Yan had disrupted, and glanced at Wang Yongcheng lightly. The man had a stiff face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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