Dust of Rebirth

Fanchen needs to be quarantined for three days to observe the situation. People under the eaves have to bow their heads. Tan Fan can only deal with other things by himself. When the time is up, he will come to pick up Fanchen. Prepare yourself, Tan Fan must come and stay for a period of time every day before leaving.

After Tan Fan left, he drove around the base and saw that the construction of the base in City B seemed to be much larger than in the previous life. I don't know if it was because of starting all over again, and many things were different.

Tan Fan drove to the piece of land he bought, but he didn't get out of the car immediately, but stopped by the roadside to watch the workers on the construction site busy.

Before the end of the world, he had built the foundation here, enough for him to build eight buildings smoothly. As long as he collected enough reinforced concrete, he could hire workers with food and build a community on these foundations.

The time is now around eleven in the morning, and there are many people wandering around the construction site, all wearing yellow hard hats, which are very eye-catching. Tan Fan glanced over and found that there were more than fifty people, and the scale of the construction was larger than that of him in the last days. The previous arrangement was half the size. If there was only a two-meter-wide road between the two buildings, only four buildings could be built.

Tan Fan frowned unconsciously, got out of the car and walked towards the construction site.

Xing Qian asked Tan Fan to bring back the three Xue Yues, whose origins are unknown. After they were picked up, everyone except Fan Chen showed symptoms of discomfort and even high fever. The engine that asked to rescue them was unknown, but they did not contact each other after they were brought back. Tan Fan, although Tan Fan and the others profited from this matter in the end, this business made him feel that he had suffered a dull loss. The whole process was arranged by others like an idiot, which made him very unhappy.

Looking at this place to be used as a foothold, the area was abruptly cut off by two-thirds, and it felt like a villa was replaced by a dilapidated house. Tan Fan couldn't be happier.

Tan Fan grabbed a worker passing by him and said coldly, "Someone's house is being built here."

The worker was caught by him suddenly, and he hid aside in fright: "I... I don't know!"

Tan Fan's displeasure was fully expressed on his face. The other party swallowed his saliva when he saw his gradually darkening face, and said, "A man said that he would build four houses in half a month, and each worker would eat twice a day. Food is included and completed within the specified time, and each person still has [-] catties of grain to take."

Tan Fan's heart froze: "You guys have been building it for a few days."

The other party tore off the clothes held by Tan Fan, trying to break free from the pincer-like hand, but failed: "A... a week or so."

Tan Fan sent him away and grabbed the opponent's hand. If the construction started a week ago, it would have started after they collectively had a high fever.

The worker saw that he was free, but he didn't leave immediately. He was afraid that the other party would have something to ask, and leaving without authorization might lead to more serious consequences. One of his co-workers accidentally bumped into those with knives without a word of explanation. He was hacked to death with random knives.

In City B, people like them who dare not pick up weapons and follow the army out of the base to clean up zombies can only choose to build walls, carry cement and stones, and barely make ends meet. People know that the world they live in is different, and they can only keep their heads down when they see it.

"Where is the person who hired you?" Tan Fan glanced at the worker and said, "Finding someone will give you benefits."

The worker's eyes lit up after hearing this, but he immediately hesitated again.

He had heard of such things, but they would end up as funerals. Most of the people who led the way had no news about it. Everyone said that such things as leading the way could not be done, and people would die.

Seeing his hesitation, Tan Fan took out three Snickers bars from his pocket: "You take me there, this is yours, you can leave when you get there."

When the worker saw what Tan Fan took out, his eyes were straightened, and his heart was hardened. He gritted his teeth and agreed, "Okay, but...but can you wait until I get my lunch? There is a half-hour break at noon. .”

Tan Fan glanced at the construction site and nodded.

This time is indeed lunch time. Most of the workers wearing hard hats on the construction site are covered with mud stains. Everyone's hands are more or less stained with cement and sand, but they all rush in the same direction.

Tan Fan was also curious about who arranged this place, and followed the worker to the place where the meal was received.

From a distance, you can see that there are already many people queuing up, and Tan Fan is also queuing up. Many people look at him like this, with different eyes, but no one dares to discuss, let alone point at Tan Fan. It was Tan Fan's turn in 10 minutes.

The food distributed is very simple, a dry and hard steamed bun and a bowl of brown soup with unknown additions, but the surface of the soup is covered with oily flakes. This kind of food is very cherished by these workers.

The lunch was distributed by a young man with dyed yellow hair, who spoke a Sichuan accent, and his clothes were fairly neat, but his hair had not been washed for a long time, and his hair was shiny: "You are not from our construction site."

These things are precious to others, but to Tan Fan, they are like pig feed, and he has no interest in them.

Tan Fan glanced around, and found that apart from the workers, this man with yellow hair was special: "Who hired you here."

Hearing Tan Fan's blunt tone, the other party was immediately annoyed. Everyone on the construction site knew that this master had a bad temper: "Who are you?"

In the eyes of others, Tan Fan seemed to be deliberately finding fault, and asked repeatedly: "Who hired you."

Now the worker behind Tan Fan looked terrified, afraid that the young man with yellow hair would pursue him, and his job would be lost by this stranger. Something that can't fill your stomach.

The man with yellow hair looked Tan Fan up and down. Seeing that he was doing well, he felt a little apprehensive, and his anger subsided: "Who the hell are you? What do you want from our boss?"

Tan Fan heard him say that he has a boss, and asked, "Where is your boss?"

The young man with yellow hair suppressed his anger, but seeing that the other party is not easy to get angry, he can only change his words to avoid Tan Fan's questioning: "If you have other things, can you give way first, there are many people waiting behind you?" After eating, I'll go find you after everyone has been divided."

Tan Fan was not being unreasonable, he simply walked out of the team and stood beside the young man with yellow hair.

The young man with yellow hair was depressed. It seems that this big brother is dead against him today, but he can't really ask him to take someone to meet the person who hired him, because he got it from that person all at once. A huge batch of supplies, after which there was no contact.

The man asked him to ensure that the four buildings were erected within a month, and the rest would belong to him.

He has cleared the things he got, and there is no problem in building more than a dozen buildings, as well as those grains, which can be eaten for a year or so if he is given to eat slowly by himself. Make a deal that doesn't accompany you.

Under Tan Fan's cool gaze, the young man with yellow hair distributed everyone's lunch. There were still a lot of steamed buns and soup left in his hand, and he asked Tan Fan politely if he wanted to eat some.

Naturally, Tan Fan refused. Apart from finding Xing Qian, all he wanted to do now was to see how Fan Chen was doing.

The isolation room where Fanchen was locked up was divided into several small compartments, which looked like a small hotel remodeled. There are rooms on both sides of the long corridor, with an area of ​​only a dozen square meters, which can accommodate a single bed at most. And a small closet, a boxy window was opened on the door later, and a layer of transparent plastic was nailed with nails, so that the situation inside the room could be observed.

After Fan Chen entered here, he began to look around. He deliberately looked at it when he passed the corridor. There seemed to be a lot of people locked up here. If the army really treats foreigners so strictly, why did Tan Fan leave so simply? Although there was an injury, it wasn't bitten or scratched. Why was it left like this?

Fanchen was locked in a room, and there was a faint musty smell in the air.

He sat on the bed, the quilt was wet to the touch, not very clean, something was wiped on the wall, it was black, black and yellow, Fan Chen is not a clean freak, but it may be because he has been with Tan Fan for a long time, or it is more Get used to the high-end decoration, clean and comfortable environment.

Fan Chen hadn't been sitting on the bed for more than 10 minutes when he heard someone whispering something outside the door. He turned his head and saw two men standing at the door, pointing at him and laughing from time to time, as if talking about something happy thing.

Fan Chen muttered inwardly, and the door was opened.

A man with a slicked back hair, a round face and a big belly, broad shoulders and a fat body. At first glance, he looked like a nouveau riche, but when he saw Fan Chen, his eyes were bright: "New here, don't you know the rules? Let's take you Go to the cafeteria to eat."

Fan Chen faintly felt strange, didn't it mean that the quarantined people had to pay for their own three meals a day, why did they still go to the cafeteria to eat?Could it be that family members send meals to the cafeteria?

Although Fan Chen had doubts in his heart, he still followed Da Beitou obediently. He noticed that all the boys called out by Da Beitou were boys like him, and not all of them were brought out.

Fan Chen was suspicious in his heart, and found that the guards here were not members of the army, but all of them looked like reform-through-labour prisoners who had just been released from prison.

Dabeitou led Fan Chen and a few people to a small room of more than 20 square meters. When he opened the door and walked in, he could see a round table in the middle. The three walls were covered with black screens like window glass. , There is a glass in the middle of the two rooms that can see things in one direction.

Except for Fan Chen, everyone's attention was attracted by the food on the table. It was just a plate of white flour steamed buns and a few cans, which made the eyes of boys in their teens and twenties turn green.