The counterattack of the scheming beauty of the apocalypse

Several aunts who couldn't see it were ambiguous in the village members group, and posted a message @文如昫 "Xiao Wen, we have to be nostalgic for being human."

"The boss of the Huang family used to turn over the land for your family, right? I remember that year when your grandma fell and injured you. You were only as thin as a bean sprout and couldn't do heavy work. The boss of the Huang family took the initiative to help turn over the land. gone."

"Yeah, I remember that too."

"Grandma Huang also went to help cook for the funeral two years ago."

"Hey, young people nowadays, they looked very honest when they were young."

"Knowing people, knowing the face, but not the heart, some people pretend to be good people, and they don't know what bad water is simmering in their stomachs."

Wen Ruzhe could only pretend to be dead, how did he know that it was Boss Huang who came in over the wall, besides, even if he knew who should report it, he still had to report it, this is not a joke.

No one in their village got sick, so everyone didn't take it seriously, but some places were so serious that a whole town died.

The photos that have been circulated are infiltrating. The streets are empty, the crematoriums are piled up with corpses, the mad patients are shot to death, and the soldiers with live ammunition in the Hemu warehouse are carrying the corpses in airtight protective clothing.

The one-man show was boring, and the aunt in the news group that Wen Ruzhen hadn't responded to for a long time also stopped.

Seeing that the man was unhappy, Wei Yan took the initiative to put on an apron and make lunch.

First go to the foam box in the front yard and pinch a handful of pea tips, wash them and put them aside to drain, light the stove, and put a sausage in the steamer.

Heat up an iron pan, add oil, beat four eggs, wait until the eggs are golden on both sides, add a ladle of water, when the water boils, add instant noodles and seasonings, put the pea tips in and scald them when the pan is about to rise.

After the instant noodles are cooked, the sausages in the steamer are also cooked, sliced ​​and served on the table together.

Well, there are meat and vegetables, perfect: "Brother Ji, eat."

Wen Rujuan's depressed mood eased a little, it's none of his business what other people think, as long as his wife and him are of one mind.

About half a month later, the village suddenly issued a new document.

The loudspeaker on the top of the telephone pole also blares till night: please pay attention to the villagers and friends, please stay indoors, and report any symptoms such as convulsions, convulsions, or bites in time.

What's the meaning?I didn't say this before, everyone should farm and fish, except that they can't go to the town to go to the market, everything else is the same as usual.

Is this something new all of a sudden?

Everyone naturally thinks of Boss Huang. Before he climbed over the wall and came in, he was fine. He was arrested soon after he was taken away.

Don't you really get sick?

From time to time in the village group, the aunts of @文如昫 are quiet. They used to not know the pain when they didn’t prick their bodies, but now they are afraid of death and disease when they are approaching.

Among them, Aunt Ge's family was the most afraid.

In fact, she and Granny Huang didn't have much friendship, and they even quarreled over trivial matters, but she liked to gossip, and when she saw other people condemning Wen Ruyi, she followed suit.

Her house is next door to Granny Huang's house, so close, breathing the same air, will she be infected?

Yaoshou, I already knew that the old woman's family is not a good person, and her grandson even stole her chicken cubs before.

Damn, he's a wicked thing, if he knows he's sick, he'll go back to the village and harm people, and he's not afraid of being reborn as a beast in his next life.

In fact, Granny Huang's grandson stole chickens more than ten years ago. At that time, the child was only three years old and was not sensible. When he saw a furry thing, he wanted to grab it and play with it. He didn't intend to steal it.

At that time, Huang's family also lost money to Ge's family, so it's hard for Aunt Ge's family to remember it for so long.

Wei Yan felt relieved.

Those people in the village members group sneered at the dog man for half a month. The dog man didn't care about his generosity.

Time flies, and summer is coming silently.

The plague disappeared, and the walls of the village were demolished.

Yan Qingyang rode a bicycle to bring back the ashes of Boss Huang.

The moment Granny Huang received her son's ashes, she seemed ten years older, with whiter hair and bent waist.

Yan Qingyang didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only say a word of condolence.

The first gathering after the lifting of the ban was to attend the funeral of Boss Huang, and the hearts of the villagers were shrouded in a haze.

This plague came suddenly and disappeared inexplicably. It is hard not to worry about whether it will come back one day.

Wen Ruzhuan sent a two-pound bag of vacuum ham over there, but didn't stay for food, lest the aunts see that his nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes.

This gift is not bad among the villagers. During the half a year at home, everyone can only go out and not go in. They are short of money and have no money to buy decent gifts. Even if they still have money to buy decent gifts, they can't buy them right now.

It takes time for pigs and cows to grow, let alone those that grow slowly, but chickens and ducks grow fast, and the feed chickens and ducks raised in the breeding factory can be slaughtered in [-] days, but there is no feed in the factory.

Food is needed to make fodder.

Country Z is not a big grain-producing country. It relied on imports. In the past, it felt superior to imports. After all, food was cheap. People stopped farming and went to work to earn money. The money they earn in a month can buy food for a year.

But now other countries don't have enough food for themselves, so there is no surplus food for export.

Every country in the world has not been spared from this plague.

The labor force died in large numbers, and the land was depopulated.

Abandoned farms abound.

Logistics has resumed unimpeded, and the hard times have just begun, and it will take a long time for people's lives to return to the right track.

Wen Rujue took his wife to the orchard, opened the door and saw that the weeds were as tall as a person, the tall fruit trees were alright, and strawberries and the like would have withered long after they hadn’t been in the sun for a long time: “Yanyan, you go home Make mung bean soup, don't follow me."

Wei Yan quit, he is not a little girl: "No, I want to pull weeds with you."

Wen Ruxuan didn't persuade her much, but his wife's temper was twisted, and the more she persuaded her, the more vigorous she was, and she went back after working for a while until she felt tired.

Wei Yan struggled to pull the grass all morning, his thin white arms and legs were covered with red and swollen scratches, and the wound was soaked in sweat, which was painful and itchy.

Seeing that Wen Ruzhe was so distressed, it would be nice to go home and rest. He slapped a big piece of ground all morning, and even tossed himself like this. He probably would have to cry under the quilt at night.

In the afternoon, Wei Yan insisted on continuing, but Wen Rujue threw him out of the orchard by his collar, locked the iron gate, and let him shout outside.

Wei Yan kicked the wall a few times to vent his anger, and if he doesn't pull it up, he won't pull it up, you're an idiot.

He walked home slowly with a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth, and when he got home, he dug out the broken bicycle that was as warm as fire.

The bicycle was bought by Wen Rujuan's grandmother more than ten years ago, and the dog man was not willing to throw it away when he was repairing the new house, so he kept it to look at it from time to time.

Wei Yan wrung out a wet towel, wiped the bicycle until it was shiny, and oiled it again. Not to mention, the quality of old items is good, and there is no problem at all after so many years.

After locking the courtyard door, putting on a straw hat, and hanging up the kettle, Wei Yan rode his bicycle towards the town.

After riding for a long time, he will die. The tires of the car are solid, not to mention the shock absorption is not good, and it is still heavy.

He found a big tree to stop to rest and drank some water.

The farmlands on both sides of the road are full of people, planting late rice in full swing.

Many people came back only two days ago. During the time they were trapped in the city, their wallets were emptied, and their people were also afraid of being locked up. They couldn't wait to come back as soon as the ban was lifted.

They were even a little lucky.

The community I rented was closed early, and few people had accidents.

I heard that some old communities had no properties, and no one took care of them earlier. Patients ran around and attacked people. The people who were attacked were infected, and then went to attack and bite other people. Finally, the entire area was devoid of living people.

Blood flowed like a river, that was a tragedy.

The village is good, the village is sparsely populated, and the yard at home is big. It is very safe to raise the fence a little bit higher, and you can also grow some potatoes and side dishes in your yard, unlike in the city, you can only sell whatever the community sells. What to eat.

There is no oil and water in the intestines, and I can't poop out after eating too much corn.

Moreover, many private enterprises and factories in the city have collapsed, and they can't find jobs. If they don't have jobs, they have no money and can't afford food.

Wei Yan thought that their family should also grow some rice. Although there were still a lot of vacuum rice bricks in stockpiles before, the old grains were not tasty.

The land in the orchard is good for growing rice and corn, and you are not afraid of being stolen. The situation will get worse in the future. Few people have the leisure to buy fruits. It is enough to keep a few fruit trees for their own food. If there are too many fruit trees, it is a waste.

Just as he was thinking about it, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"Hey bro, can you give me a lift?"

Wei Yan was taken aback, and said not very politely: "Who are you, why should I take you?"

Yan Qingyang thought he was well-known in their village, but unexpectedly he was pushed back by someone. Looking carefully, it was a strange face, probably a young man who just came back from a family in the village.

Several households in their village bought houses in other places to settle down after going out to work.

This year it is not easy to get along in the city, so I dragged my family back to the village to farm. I was a little tired, but I was not hungry.

He has not lived in the village for a long time, and it is normal not to know him: "My name is Yan Qingyang, and I belong to the village committee."

"Oh," Wei Yan said, "My name is Wei Yan, and Wen Rujiao is my boyfriend."

The smile on Yan Qingyang's face froze.

Wei Yan raised her brows, looking down on homosexuals, I didn't eat your rice.

Yan Qingyang didn't mean that, but was too surprised, after all, it was a minority inclination, and everyone else was hiding it, so few dared to say it openly.

Wei Yan got on his bicycle and was about to leave, Yan Qingyang hurriedly grabbed the back seat of his bicycle: "Don't, don't, don't hurry, give me a ride."

Wei Yan snorted coldly: "Did you call me a gay in your heart just now?"

"No, I'm just a little surprised."

Yan Qingyang held on to the back seat of the car and did not let go, and Wei Yan couldn't do anything about him: "Let go."

"I don't." He had a flat tire on his bicycle, and he could walk back to the office on a hot day without heatstroke: "Just take me to the road."

The village committee built it at the junction of the dirt road in the village and the town road. It is convenient to go shopping in the town and visit the village.

"You are really thick-skinned, and I didn't say I was going to town."

"Where are you going if you don't go to the town?" The road is straight and there are no forks.

Wei Yan blushed: "I'm going back to the village," forcing him, he turned around.

"Oh, don't be like this. Wen Rujue and I were classmates before. If you don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, why don't you go with me."

Wei Yan: "..."

"I'll treat you to lemonade later, let's go," Yan Qingyang jumped into the back seat as he spoke.

Wei Yan snorted angrily, "Come down."

"I do not."

"You haven't locked your bicycle yet, don't you want it?"

"You are not allowed to go."

Yan Qingyang was reminded to get out of the car and lock the bicycle to a tree. When he came back, he was quite touched to see that Wei Yan didn't take the opportunity to slip away.

Wei Yan pushed his small broken car into his arms: "You ride, I'll sit in the back seat", he would not do it if he had to drive and work hard.

Yan Qingyang: "..."