[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

The two sides reached a preliminary consensus on cooperation, and Uncle Qing stood up and extended his hand again.

If he didn't shake hands this time, it would be really a lack of face. Lin Shiyin had no choice but to stand up and extend her hand openly, saying softly: "Uncle Qing is in charge of so many people. I'm sure it must be very stressful. You must take care of yourself." Her slender fingertips touched the rough big hand lightly and then retracted.

Uncle Qing laughed, and Lin Shiyin also laughed. Compared to the earth-shattering skills cast by her teammates, her skills could be described as being subtle and silent.

The definition of "support" is very broad. Support is to support others, and to agree with others' proposals is also a kind of support. It also means to help others. So her concern for others' health is also a kind of support. Feeling the surging power in her body, Lin Shiyin smiled more and more gently, and said: "My friend said to wait for me in the rest area outside the city, but I have just arrived in this treasure land and don't know the way. Can Uncle Qing send someone to go with me?"

Uncle Qing said, "Why bother? Xiaocai and Haifeng, you two should go there and come back quickly."

Wang Haifeng said nothing, nodded and went out. Liu Cai, on the other hand, took two plums from the fruit plate and put them in his pocket, grinning and saying, "What if they don't believe us and don't come over? What should we do?"

Lin Shiyin said: "You go find Shen Bijun and tell her...just tell her that the duty of a sword-bearing guard is to support her, and she will understand."

Liu Cai let out a long "Oh" and said with a smile: "You guys have an internal code? It's so sophisticated."

When they walked out, Uncle Qing also smiled and said, "Since we have nothing to do, how about I take Miss Lin to visit the base?"

Lin Shiyin smiled and said, "It would be disrespectful to refuse."

The two men walked out of the door side by side, and the people in the house followed behind them. If the building was not so shabby, it would have really had some of the heroic spirit of a gang boss meeting each other.

When the elevator reached the first floor, the front door faced the street, so there was nothing to see. Uncle Qing walked around the stairs with his hands behind his back, and walked forward. The voice-activated lights lit up one by one with the sound of his footsteps. When he approached a narrow door at the back, Uncle Qing deliberately slowed down his pace, and the person behind him took a few quick steps, pushed the door open, and said respectfully, "Please."

As the door opened, the view ahead suddenly became clear.

This is a completely opposite layout to Lijingyuan.

The Lijingyuan community is like a jewel treasured by the city. Rows of high-rise buildings and villas are hidden in the lush green belt and separated from the street by a small path. At the beginning, the third brother led people to build walls and weld iron gates, and it was difficult to enclose the community.

Here, the houses are close to the street, and the only thing that can protect against zombies is a heavy security door. People living in the building can see every move of the zombies as long as they stand in front of the window.

Behind the building is a large open space, with old buildings on both sides. In front of the building, there is a circle of new fruit tree seedlings planted. Although the trees are not big, they have produced a lot of fruits. When the wind blows, the sour smell of plums mixed with the smell of pesticides comes over, which is quite choking.

There should have been some fitness equipment such as slides, waist twisters, and walkers on the open space, but they have all been removed and replaced with single and double bars, dumbbells, and many knives, guns, and sticks.

It seems that people here also have a fixed time to exercise.

It was getting dark. If you stood far away, you could only make out a rough outline. Uncle Qing was walking in front of him. Groups of three or four passed by him, both men and women, old and young. Although their attitudes were not very respectful, they would say hello and exchange a few words. The names they addressed him were varied, some called him "Boss", some called him "Uncle Qing" or "Grandpa Cai".

"It's almost time for dinner. These greedy people have been waiting there early, fearing that they won't get any meat if they go too late." Speaking of this, Uncle Qing's ruddy face was filled with pride. He pointed to a row of prefabricated steel houses in the distance and said, "It's also because our location is good. You can go around Fengcheng. No place can compare to ours. See, out of this door to the south is the power plant, to the north is the coal mine, behind the coal mine is the breeding farm, and next to the breeding farm is the grain and oil processing plant. You don't know what I do, right? I run the mine in the north. Hey, when the zombies first broke out, I led a dozen miners to fight my way out, and quickly occupied this community. The next day I organized people to clear out those factories."

"It was also thanks to us that we went there early and rescued a technician at the power plant. We don't know what he does, but he said that if it was two days later, there would have been an explosion. We don't know if it was true or not, and we don't understand it either. Anyway, he brought a dozen people to tinker with it, and the community got electricity!"

Lin Shiyin listened very carefully. When she thought about it carefully, there were indeed many places in the cities she passed through that had signs of explosions. Even the locals didn't know why the explosions happened, let alone someone like her who traveled through time from ancient times.

"Where is the technician now? Can I meet him?" She wanted to try to learn something, maybe it would be useful in the future.

Uncle Qing rubbed the Buddhist beads on his wrist and said vaguely, "He lives in the power plant with dozens of people. He usually doesn't come back. We only send him supplies occasionally. We don't go there easily because we're afraid that the noise will be too loud and he'll be surrounded by zombies. That would be troublesome."

As they were talking, the group had already walked across the open space and arrived in front of the row of prefabricated steel houses.

"This row is for pigs, and that row is for chickens. There are about twenty pigs, and they eat as much feed as people. I heard that another sow gave birth the day before yesterday. I don't know about the chickens, I haven't counted them. Let's not go in here, the smell is quite strong. Come on, I'll take you to the warehouse to have a look."

The warehouse was outside the community, facing the street. The front door had long been sealed with a rolling door, so people usually went through the back door to get something. The back door was locked, and Uncle Qing stood in front of it. No one went up to open the door this time, so Uncle Qing dug into his trouser pockets and took out a bunch of keys. He squinted at the dim sunset in the sky, then found a key from among the many keys, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it leisurely. With a click, the door opened.

Uncle Qing walked in with a smile, fumbled on the wall and turned on the light.

The incandescent light was so bright that it was almost blinding. Lin Shiyin rubbed her eyes, and when she saw the furnishings inside clearly, she couldn't help but gasp.

To be honest, although Lin Shiyin has been to this world for almost a year, she has never been to a supermarket. She just heard that large supermarkets have everything, such as daily necessities, clothes and shoes, food, fruits and vegetables, and even fresh fish and meat. The prices are clearly marked and everyone is fair. If you like something, you can just take it and put it in the basket, and then queue up at the door to pay. It is very convenient.

It would be hard for a lady from a wealthy family who seldom went out to imagine such a place. Today, she thought she had seen it.

Unlike the boxes of supplies piled up in Lijingyuan, everything here has its own dedicated area. The goods are neatly displayed on iron racks, shrouded by the bright light above like daylight, and you can hardly see the end at a glance.

People seemed so small in this huge warehouse. The long-lost feeling of drifting in the depths of a bizarre world once again struck Lin Shiyin's heart.

She suddenly missed her child a little.

Uncle Qing walked in front like a general at a military parade, and said with high spirits: "Almost half of the city's supplies are here. This is only the first floor, the upper floors are exciting!"

"This is a cold storage room, which is used to store fresh frozen vegetables, frozen seafood, frozen meat, frozen beans, frozen broccoli and frozen radishes. They are originally intended for export. They are all good things."

The people following behind him immediately echoed, "We can have such a large reserve granary thanks to Uncle Qing. During the first three days of the zombie outbreak, the big leaders in the news said that everyone should stay at home, but Uncle Qing took us to search for things everywhere, and brought back truckloads of things. At first, some people were worried that if this period of time passed, what would we do if the government sentenced us? Uncle Qing said that we would do whatever we had to do, and he would take responsibility if anything happened! As a result, those who stayed at home either starved to death or were eaten, but we are still alive and well!"

Perhaps it was because the refrigerator was too cold. Lin Shiyin was so absorbed in looking at the neatly stacked vegetables and meats displayed one by one - there wasn't even a speck of dust on the shelves, which showed that someone came to clean them every day.

After walking around the warehouse for a while, Lin Shiyin suddenly asked, "How are the things here distributed?"

"distribute?"

She said, "Although there are many things here, they are limited. Can everyone eat them?"

No one said anything. After a while, Uncle Qing said, "This is the end of the world after all. My place is not a paradise. How can everyone have access to good food? We distribute food according to work. Those who work more eat more, and those who don't work eat less. Strong laborers eat better. Of course, children should not be deprived of their growing bodies."

In other words, those who are old, weak, and unable to do much work just eat worse and less and just make do to survive.

It’s not that she can’t understand it, it’s just that Lin Shiyin doesn’t like it.

Perhaps he noticed that Lin Shiyin's face looked a little strange, so Uncle Qing turned his head and asked behind him, "Is it time to eat?"

Huang Xiaomao looked at the Rolex on his wrist in a pretentious manner and said, "It's time to come. We've been waiting for you. As you said, we're going to cook the pig-killing dish today. No one else will dare to pick up their chopsticks unless you show up."

Uncle Qing laughed, stretched out his hand and said, "Miss Lin, would you please do me the honor of having a meal?"

Lin Shiyin was about to decline politely when she heard a bang on the door outside and a heavy-breathing male voice shouted, "Uncle Qing, Miss Lin's people are surrounded by zombies at the gas station. Shall we go and help them?"

Lin Shiyin's face turned pale!
She rushed down quickly and saw a big man standing at the door of the warehouse. He was one of the two people who went to pick someone up.

He was wearing a sturdy outdoor jacket, which was covered with colorful dirt.

"What happened? Are any of them injured? Me...my child...where is the gas station? Are there many zombies?"

(End of this chapter)