Apocalypse Cockroach

Zhang Xiaoqiang sat in the driver's seat of a three-wheeled agricultural car, with an open red wooden box on his knees, his pistol shining brightly in his hand, and a black pentagram engraved on the handle of the gun, a "5-4" pistol, or "Black Star” pistol in a Hong Kong movie.

Although the pistol was older than Zhang Xiaoqiang, the original owner of the pistol maintained it well. He could barely see the traces left by the years, pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger against the tree in front.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was satisfied with the unexpected harvest when the voices of the "click” hanging up were heard. With this pistol, he also had an extra insurance policy for his life. However, there were only a few bullets, three magazines and about 50 more.

Carrying the magazine into the gun handle, Zhang Xiaoqiang pointed around with the "five or four” pistol. As long as the man didn't dislike the gun, especially for Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had only touched the toy gun, he was particularly excited.

“Uncle, did you find this thing in there?” Yankee leaped to try the divine color.

“Kids don't play with guns!” Zhang Xiaoqiang said as he stuck his pistol in his back waist. Yankee is even more depressed.

Rice, coarse grain, beans, vegetable oil, and meat are packed into the trunk and pulled towards the cave, and nearly 500 square platforms have become crowded from the previous vacuum.

The harvest was quite good in the small village. In recent years before the outbreak of the virus, households were killing pork smoked bacon, which is now cheap for Zhang Xiaoqiang.

“When will you finish?” Zhang Xiaoqiang, looking at the pile of bacon in front of him, is worried. Now all rural households feed pigs, plus the price of pork, the family must feed at least three or four heads, and a dozen more. Although a few years ago, the pigs left by themselves have at least one or two heads. On average, each household has at least 150 kg of smoked pork, not counting the dried fish, dried chicken duck, dried rabbit, lamb legs, etc.

“One, five, two, five, ten, three, five, fifteen, four, five, twenty-one?” Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the dozens of smoked pig heads piled in front of him, hundreds of smoked pig hooves, and more steak fat, some numbness, even the accounting was confused.

Finally, the bacon and meat were counted out. The total amount of bacon and pork smoked was about 10,000 kg, and some other meaty mountain goods also looked close to 1,000 kg.

The countryside rarely eats fresh meat, and usually eats its own meat. Only red and white weddings go to the town to buy it. More than a hundred people a year's meat stacks together are spectacular.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, forget it, you and the little girl can eat for 100 years. But the bacon lard can't be stored for a hundred years. For two years, it's a little subtle. The town is occupied by zombies, and the animals gradually change. Materials in the late life will only become more and more tense in the future. With so much bacon rotting, Zhang Xiaoqiang's head began to drip blood.

Suddenly, my mind flashed to Grandma's house when I was a kid. In more than eight years, the living conditions in the countryside were poor, and meat was usually difficult to eat. The parents took Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister to the countryside to see Grandma. Grandma took out the bacon on weekdays and couldn't eat it to entertain them. At that time, Zhang Xiaoqiang hadn't seen Grandma for a long time. She wanted to get close enough to follow Grandma around until she saw Grandma cut out a piece of smoked meat of gold from the grain bran.

I once asked my grandmother why she hid it in the grain bran. It was only through her narrative that I knew that the bacon in the grain bran had been stored for a long time. It was fine to place it for seven or eight years. Some people still hid it for more than 10 years, and took it out and ate it without changing the taste.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha!” Zhang Xiaoqiang figured out a way, "go, go out again while the sky is still shining!” Zhang Xiao Qiangxing swept at Yang Kel.

“Woo woo..." Uncle, you bully people, still tired from straightening your waist. Look, the skin on the hands of the Puppets is broken! ”Yang Kel cried and spread his hands out to Zhang Xiaoqiang to show them!

“You don't have to go! You'll never eat meat again!” Zhang Xiaoqiang issued a must-kill technique.

“Whoo-hoo... I knew I was bullying people, but they were still underage.” Yankee complained and followed behind.

“Underage? KAO, you minors did everything adults should and shouldn't have done. Humph!” Zhang Xiaoqiang thought acidly.

The three-wheeled agricultural car made a "burst” noise to the village, and the corpses under the bridge had stood up, smelling the human smell gathered under the bridge to push, Zhang Xiaoqiang left them alone, the river embankment on both sides was high and steep enough, even normal adult men could not climb up. Not to mention these invisible zombies!

In accordance with established procedures, stop at the door, start searching, locate the target material and move it. The grain bran is stored in the grocery room or next to the pork rings, which farmers typically use to feed their pigs.

Zhang Xiaoqiang moved on the ground and Yang Keer picked up the code and put it in the car.

“Uncle” Yang Kel called Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was preparing to move again.

“What” Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped, aiming at Yang Kel and pulling the cigarette out of his pocket for a short rest.

“Uncle, can I go up there?” Yankee pointed to the small building and said.

“What's going on?” Zhang Xiaoqiang is very confused because the food bacon is usually stored in the kitchen or warehouse, and the two do not need to go upstairs.

“Yes, it's my thing. I want to look upstairs in the bedroom.” Yang Kel remembered what looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang badly.

“Whoo! What the hell is that? Say it!” Zhang Xiaoqiang was a little bored to spit out a cigarette.

“Shit, uncle, you're broke, it's your zombie thing! Huh..... your expression was so dirty!” Yankee said shamelessly!

“Go, go, go! Find more, it's important!” Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression is also dirty.

“That's a big killer!” Watching Yang Kel walk into the small building Zhang Xiaoqiang began to recall the previous scene.

“Then what? Kimid said," Give me a fulcrum, I can pick up the earth, "and I said," Give me a sanitary towel, I can jump a bunch of zombies! "” Zhang Xiaoqiang was very proud. “Of course if it's fresh!” Zhang Xiaoqiang summed up obscenely.

“Uncle, come quickly, there's something good!” Yankee shouted upstairs.

“Did you find the hidden chest?” Zhang Xiaoqiang walked upstairs.

He went upstairs and looked at everything in front of him. Zhang Xiaoqiang thought he had walked into the Labor Supermarket. The living room on the second floor was about 70 square meters long. There was a row of shelves under the wall, and the shelves were filled with groceries. There were all kinds of camouflage uniforms on the wall, even vintage green military uniforms and blue military pants. I thought they were for sale to farmers when they worked in the fields.

Walking into the living room Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully measured, Yang Kexing picked and picked on the shelf with joy.

Nine shelves lean sequentially around the corner, one full of liberation shoes is also a training shoe, high glue shoes, one is a brush, towel, soap laundry powder, etc., a small hardware shelf, elevator screws, switch plugs, wire bulb electrician knife, etc., women's "that thing” and toilet paper shampoo also occupy a shelf. Zhang Xiaoqiang even saw a shelf full of men's underwear, women's underwear, and various socks.

“How many days have you been out of your underwear?” Zhang Xiaoqiang remembered that although she changed clothes at someone else's house, she could not wear underwear. When she saw clean underwear Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a little itchy in her crotch.

Some of the other shelves are either farm tools, or children's favorite mouthpieces, learning stationery, schoolbags, etc. Finally, I saw a cigarette glass counter, not many varieties, three or four yuan, five or six yuan, okay, ten yuan, but I found ten "Yellow Crane House" under the counter selling eighteen yuan a bag. Looks like a welcome cigarette for New Year's Eve.

Yankee little girl turns up a backpack someplace and picks things up.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted at Yang Qiao: “Stop picking and move back! ”