Apocalypse Cockroach

The last generation of humans knew best about opportunities. They were reclaiming fields and trying to grow them like the camp. At that time, they were embarrassed and without seeds, they regretted everything and were eager to rush to the lake to uproot the camp's well-established nursery, and they could not hope for themselves, and they allowed others to get it.

As if they were still looking up to the camp, overnight, there was a seed trade in the market at the camp site, as if thirsty desert travellers were getting the sweetest dew jewels, their big feet in the past had all converged, luxury tobacco and alcohol they wouldn't be asking for, women's plea couldn't touch their hearts, can cosmetics be eaten?

For the first time, the waiting before harvest was the most urgent, watching the green seedlings of green oil drill out of the ground, squatting in the field every day was not enough to see, that seedling was like his children, he was waiting for them to grow, he was eager to infuse his heart and blood, that was his hope.

Not only is it the hope of one person, but the young seedlings are the hope of all, the poor people who have been driven out of their huts sleep in the fields, perhaps where they slept in their former nests, they have been driven out of their homes, but they have been given a job, are they waiting in their nests to die of hunger, or are they given a chance to live in their work? There are no nail houses here, but they fear that no one will take their nest.

Today is a new day, also a day of hope for those busy in the fields, who received today's breakfast, cut rice in all directions, with their right hands in their left hand, to achieve the field monopoly, careful to eat their only meal of the day.

Rice happens to be just over two taels, they count the rice grains eaten, each grain is precious, eating is not full, compared to the previous stomach burning panic, seeing the mud can't wait to bite, it's already good, at least, they don't have to worry about the body being thrown into the river for a day to rot and brush.

These people eat very carefully, on the outskirts of their distant fields, some thin, thin, bone-skinned people wander around like a lonely wild ghost on that rough white demarcation line, which is sprinkled with lime, more than 30 centimetres wide, circled, surrounding the entire field, spotted with other colors on the white lime line.

There are some black and brown colors in the white. The black and brown colors are all one piece at a time, irregular and even. The whole loop belt is available. Across Lime County, it is a wire mesh of up to three meters. The wire mesh is filled with iron sheet boxes, and the breeze sometimes blows, making the iron leather box stink.

An armed man with a rifle on his back patrols the field, and every time they make a noise, they raise their rifles and look carefully at them. All they're wary of are guys who can't even grow a field and can only wait to starve to death. When they go hungry, they try to rush in and eat what they see, everything green, and the spots on the limestone line are stained with their blood.

These cold guys may be some of the elites before the end of their lives, they have the knowledge of remote ordinary people, they have a lot of operational experience, they can easily make a draft plan, they can easily make a multi-million project, and here they are, nothing, their white-collar careers can't give them more heights, live above ordinary people, maybe they're not as common people, at least ordinary people know common sense, they don't even know common sense.

It is not easy for these people to live to this day, and when others are desperate, they do not do anything else, they wait to starve to death together, and when there is hope for others, their despair becomes a desire to destroy everything.

Unfortunately, they can't even destroy it, and, in addition to all day's resentment, they can only wait to starve to death or rush into the limestone line to be killed.

They know that wandering around here is useless, looking at those green nurseries, their stomachs are more convulsive, even their intestines are like fractures, it's an unimaginable torment, in which people go crazy, what dignity, what humanity, what etiquette, what qualities are all ghostly.

They are also a strong group of people who have not given up, who have persevered, who have persisted in their struggle in this desperate world, who may not even know why they persevere, who have tried, no matter what the opportunity, to commit themselves wholeheartedly, but whose efforts have unfortunately not succeeded.

“Squeaks..." a warrior car parked next to them, "Squeaks” the gunpoint with the sound of a bullet chain, aimed at them, they stared at the gunpoint, the look of numbness did not change, like the skull, only the skull wrapped in the skin slightly wobbled, not because of fear, but because their bodies could not support it.

Heavy machine guns did not fire at them, the doors were opened and a heavily armed team member stepped down and looked at them with his back to his chin, as if measuring the group was worthless.

The scene was silent, all those people stood in front of the car honestly, and they tried to make themselves look a little spiritual, which in their hearts was not necessarily an opportunity.

“Who went to college..."

The voice just dropped, a dozen men raised their hands together.

“Who has received a higher degree or studied abroad. ”

As before, all men still raise their hands.

The player hesitated. He was a junior high school student. Do you know if they had any real material?

“Who has a Ph.D.? ”

This time no one raised their hand, none, the team nodded with satisfaction, if anyone else raised their hand, he would ask who was the Academician of Science.

One plastic bag was thrown at the men's feet, two dry wrinkles rolled out with scorched bread cakes, circled around the muddy land and stopped. The men looked at the food on the ground together, and there was only food in their eyes, and none of them could see it. Had it not been for their willpower to hold them at the last minute, I'm afraid they would have rushed up to steal it.

“Together, everyone goes to the lakeside camp and writes down all the knowledge you know in exchange for food and food for what you live. ”

The army car lifted a dust, turned away, and the men could no longer help but roar like beasts, jump to the ground, grab the pancakes on the ground and tuck them into their mouths with mud...

The camp's movements caused another wind wave at the gathering place, the market area was expanded, a long bungalow was built with plenty of light, a row of tables and chairs, a box of paper papers, and a row of bookshelves.

A house is bought individually by a single front door, which buys only one commodity, book. Not all books, professional books and books in a variety of basic disciplines, as well as technical books, are available for a good price, one book is approved and can be exchanged for at least five kilograms of rice.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a book, as long as you remember the specialty you learned, you get a job opportunity, a writer, sitting in a bright room, slowly writing down what they learned with paper and pen, finishing it together and making it into a separate book.

These people may be tired, or they may grab their scalp for remembering something that has a heart mark but cannot be grasped at all. More often, they are rejected because of repetition of the narrative. At least they can eat well. The camp is not stingy for them. A bowl of corn rice cooked with salt water is a wonderful dish in their hearts.

Among these people, scholars who were hiding at home for academic purposes took advantage of the fact that they had randomly assembled some knowledge into a book, where previously unsolicited works could now be exchanged for ten kilograms of rice tickets, and were still pure. At the time of writing, they were supplying food free of charge.

The people in the gathering place don't understand, they don't know why the camp is making fools of themselves, they have to say books, they don't have a school, they don't have a whole bunch of books, so they trade food for it?

The more books, the more rice tickets you send out, the more rice tickets you can get, not only for rice, but also for all kinds of supplies, clothes, socks, household items, and solar notebooks.

One scholar bites his teeth and exchanges thirty kilos of rice tickets for a notebook, and the book speeds up, then prints it out through a printer, and the proceeds make him smile. Thus, the circulation of rice tickets has driven the relative development of the market, and some small forces have begun to exchange their food for rice tickets, to buy some of the commodities they see, and accidentally, the camp slowly erodes the economy of the gathering place.

However, whether it is rice tickets or anything else, the purchase of books, the recruitment of writers is a loss, Huang Quan's easy to get back food is rapidly consuming again, such consumption makes Zhang Huaian feel the pain.