The counterattack of the scheming beauty of the apocalypse

After the earthquake, the power in the village was cut off, and the mobile phone signal disappeared shortly afterwards.

Now every household has returned to the original way of life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Wei Yan had a hard time getting used to it for a while, without a mobile phone, he could only doze off boredly watching a table of dishes.

Wen Ruzhe walked up to him lightly, quickly pulled him into his arms and kissed him: "Yanyan."

Wei Yan was so frightened that his heart beat faster: "You're going to die, why are you scaring me?"

Wen Ruxuan giggled, his wife's panic-stricken look is so cute.

Wei Yan pushed away the face of the dog man who came to kiss again: "Go take a bath quickly, take a bowl of rice, I'm going to starve to death", he didn't even shave, but he still wanted to kiss, it was beautiful.

"Okay, go right away, Yanyan, next time you are hungry, eat first, don't wait for me."

Wei Yan snorted, wait a minute, pretending to be wronged at night to torment him, right? He won't be fooled.

Wen Rujuan honestly went to the yard to take a bath. After working all day in the ruins, his body was covered in mud and sweat, and he was rotten. He looked like a homeless man. Washing in the bathroom might block the floor drain.

Next to the well is a large plastic storage box that Wei Yan dug out from the storage room. This storage box was used to store clothes and bedding. The material is poisonous. It can be used to hold bath water, but not to drink.

The water poured into the storage box in the morning has settled and become clear, and after a day in the sun, the water is warm, and it is still a little hot to wash.

Wen Ruzhe is so beautiful that she shakes her head, her wife is so caring.

After scrubbing himself clean and changing into pajamas that had been washed and dried during the day, Wen Rujuan went to scoop up the rice. The small porcelain bowl belonged to his wife, and the big porcelain basin belonged to him.

It would be great if I could add another small bowl. The year is so bad, and I don’t know if there is a chance to pick up an abandoned baby to raise. A family of three is very beautiful to think about.

Finally started to eat, Wei Yan's chopsticks only stretched into the plate of tender pumpkin shreds. He has been a bit bitter lately, and he is not interested in the pig's trotters and sauced beef that he used to love.

Wen Ruzhuo coaxed him to eat a piece of meat after he talked about it.

Going on like this is not the way to go, his wife's waist is thin, and sometimes he is afraid that it will be broken if he tries too hard, so he needs to get something delicious to appetize his wife: "Yanyan, do you want to pick mushrooms tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes", Wei Yan is bored when he is idle, sometimes he also feels that he is too cheap, isn't it good to be idle, is it not good to eat meat, he has a loss of appetite and something is wrong with him. At this time in his previous life, he was in dire straits and was looking for a stutter It's hard, there's no time to be hypocritical.

"In the afternoon, you change into long clothes and long sleeves, and wait for me at home." There is a century-old Qinggang forest in the next-door village, and people from their village often go there with baskets on their backs to collect firewood and fungi.

Green stick branches are excellent for firewood or charcoal, and fungi can grow on the felled wood piles after they rot. If you are lucky, you may even grow ganoderma lucidum.

As long as the air humidity is sufficient, these fungi can grow twice a day, and after picking in the morning, new ones can grow in the afternoon.

However, there are too many types of fungi that grow out, colorful, some are poisonous, some are non-toxic, and it is difficult for unfamiliar people to distinguish.

At least among the younger generation in the village, few people can tell apart from him.

"Why are you wearing long sleeves?" Wei Yan asked. It's so hot that you can sweat all over your body without doing anything. Even wearing long sleeves to go up the mountain, you won't die from the heat.

"There are a lot of mosquitoes in the woods, and the mountain mosquito is very poisonous. It may not be able to disappear after four or five days after biting a bag."

"Ok."

Wei Yan agreed, thinking that he would go out to play tomorrow, he was very happy.

That night, he went to bed early, and before going to bed, he patted the hand that the dog man stretched out to the side: "Don't do it, I'm afraid my legs will be weak tomorrow."

Wen Ruzhuan came over, resting his chin on his wife's shoulder: "Don't be afraid, I'll carry you on my back."

Wei Yan pretended not to hear, closed his eyes and did not speak, pretended for a while that he was really fast asleep.

Hearing his wife's steady breathing, Wen Ruzhuan sighed and fell asleep too.

The corpses in the ruins have been dug up. All we have to do this morning is to go to the mountain to chop firewood and come back to burn them. If we don’t burn them, the corpses will rot and breed a lot of bacteria, which may cause plague again.

This time, not only a few young people did it, but every household in the village sent a person to chop firewood, and only after paying enough, could they go home and do their own things.

After all, wool can't always catch a sheep and squeeze it. If you are anxious to squeeze it, you won't be able to control it next time.

Some villagers didn't understand, Yilaomaiaolao didn't want to go to chop firewood, and the eighth uncle was not polite, and directly moved the corpses related to him to the door of his house, and he figured it out.

Rural people believe in ghosts and gods more, and they have relatives, so they can't really ignore it. Burning alone is better than burning together, and it can save some firewood.

The noisy villagers stopped making noise, honestly moved the corpse back, and went up the mountain in desperation.

There were also people who were unwilling to burn them in a centralized manner, most of them were the immediate family members of the deceased, so Uncle Ba asked them to take the corpses back, and burn them alone to set up a grave.

The raging flames lit up half the sky, and there was a smell of burnt meat in the village.

Guessing that a dog man can't eat meat, Wei Yan didn't order any meat dishes at noon, so he mixed some cold noodles.

The noodles are hand-rolled, and the thickness is uneven, but the cucumber shreds are fresh and tender, the bean sprouts are juicy, and the seasoning is also enough. It tastes good.

Originally, Wen Rujuan couldn't eat after watching the whole process of burning the corpse, but he still ate a big bowl of cold noodles when he saw the hot and sour noodles.

It was so hot that I was sweating profusely, and the inexplicable depression in my heart disappeared.

After the meal, Wen Rujue went to the orchard to pull out the remaining weeds and cut down the fruit trees, leaving only one of each variety for his wife to eat.

He plans to dig out the vacant space to plant corn, peanuts, and rice. Planting corn and peanuts is easy, but rice is a bit troublesome. It is difficult to transform the soil into a field. It has to be watered over and over again, and it takes time to paste it when it is leaked. And laborious.

At this time, there were no pumps available, and people had to fetch water from the stream.

Wei Yan went to deliver mung bean soup to the dog man after three o'clock in the afternoon. The soup was boiled in the morning and had already cooled down. It tasted cool and relieved the heat.

Wen Ruyi washed his hands in the bucket, took the kettle and poured it vigorously, feeling refreshed: "It's such a hot day, be careful of sunburn, don't come here tomorrow."

"You don't care about me", if you don't know good people, what will happen if you come here.

Well, their wife is the biggest: "Remember to bring a straw hat next time you go out."

"Understood." Wei Yan waved his hand impatiently, and ran to look at the strawberries by the wall. The fruits were small, pale pink, and could already smell sweet: "How long will it take for the strawberries to ripen?"

"Want to eat?"

"Ah."

"It will be cooked tomorrow." If my wife wants to eat it, I have to ripen it if I can't.

Wei Yan couldn't eat strawberries, so he went to pick some cherries.

Many ripe cherries were pecked by sparrows. It took him half an hour to choose a handful of intact ones, and he ran to sit by the side, watching the dog man digging.

Wen Ruxuan was wearing a sweat jacket, and his bronze-colored skin looked even darker under the scorching sun. He vigorously swung his hoe to dig up tree roots, sweating profusely.

The dug out roots are dried together with the cut fruit trees, and they are dragged home after they are dry.

Wei Yan has also planted land at the base. He knows how hard it is to do this seemingly simple task. He often has a tiring day, back pain, and his hands are bleeding and blistered.

But time waits for no one, and the work has to continue. The blood blisters are worn out again, inflamed and pus-filled, healed, and then continue to grind the bleeding blisters, and the cycle repeats until a thick layer of yellow calluses grows on the palms of the hands.

Having calluses doesn't mean everything will be fine. It's just that the hands are not worn out, and they are still tired. He is often too tired to walk, and lactic acid accumulates in his muscles. When he lifts his hand, it hurts so much that he bursts into tears.

"Brother Xie, take a break and come over to eat cherries."

"I won't eat it, you can eat it", Wen Ruzhe wiped off his sweat, he had to speed up, finish the work earlier and accompany his wife to pick the mushrooms.

Four ducklings came over, quacking and wanting to eat.

Wei Yan didn't feed them, it was too wasteful to feed the ducks with cherries worth tens of dollars a catty.

Seeing that they couldn't ask for food, the four ducklings staggered away, picking bugs here and grass leaves, taking a dip from time to time to fertilize the land.

There was a commotion outside the orchard, and many people were shouting.

"Catch the thief, catch the thief."

"Come on, catch the thief."

There had been no thefts in their village for decades, so Wen Rujuan threw down his hoe and hurriedly took his wife to watch the excitement.

The thief has been subdued by the villagers who arrived, tied up with a rope and thrown on the ground.

It was a young woman, a little dirty, but in good shape.

The woman's face was full of tears, and she kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I was just too hungry."

A young man's heart was moved when he saw it. The ratio of men to women is out of balance these days, and there are too many bachelors in the countryside. When he suddenly saw a young and beautiful girl, he couldn't help feeling a little pity, and his voice became gentle: "Where did you come from?"

"I'm from the town. My house collapsed in an earthquake. I'm the only one who survived. There's no restaurant to eat now. I really can't do anything."

"How is the situation in the town?" It was a middle-aged man who asked.

"It's a mess, there's no police control, there are people who steal, rob, and murder."

"Have you not eaten for a few days?" Zhao Dabao asked.

"I don't remember, I haven't eaten seriously since the earthquake."

What a pity, Zhao Dabao's heart softened even more. He is ugly, and the girls in the village and school don't like to talk to him. It's rare for a girl to talk to him: "Grandma Huang, how many potatoes did she steal from you? I'll pay you back." , let’s forget about it.”

Granny Huang is not a very mean person either, she nodded in agreement.

Huang Haisheng gave Zhao Dabao a dark look, he was eighteen, and when it was time to miss his wife, he was going to pretend to be magnanimous to win the hearts of beauties later, but Zhao Dabao came out to intervene.

Granny Huang didn't understand what her grandson was thinking. If she understood, she would definitely not give up easily. She insisted on getting the girl back to have sex with her grandson.

The son is dead, and the grandson is the pillar of the family. She hopes that the grandson will get married as soon as possible, so that he can spread the branches and leaves for the family.

No matter how kind people are related to their personal interests, they will show their selfish side.

The young woman was rescued by Zhao Dabao, and went home with Zhao Dabao naturally.

Zhao Dabao carefully supported her, and smiled shyly: "My name is Zhao Dabao, what's your name?"

The woman also smiled: "Brother Dabao, my name is Zhang Yun, thank you so much today."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, you can call me Brother Dabao, you can't call me in vain."

The other young people's eyes were red with jealousy. It was just a few potatoes, and no one would have noticed them before.

Children are ignorant, and they can't tell which piece of land belongs to them. When they want to eat roasted sweet potatoes or baked potatoes, they don't just dig randomly. No one will take it seriously.

It was only after the disaster this year that everyone became nervous about the things in the field. If they knew that they would be favored by beautiful women, they would definitely be willing to help compensate.