The defense of the mourning community

After entering the gate of the community, everyone in the truck expedition team had a sense of security.

Jiang Fanshun, who played an important role in dragging the fireworks to drive away the zombies, originally thought that he was greeted by red flags fluttering and colorful flags fluttering. The owners stood on both sides of the road smiling and sang thank you because of you, warming the four seasons.

Unexpectedly, what was waiting for them was hot water bubbling, and the dough kneading lady came over and asked them to lean aside.Everyone seemed very busy, even the children didn't attend class, and they followed Mr. Wang on the small bench to help wash the vegetables.

Everyone's attitude seems to be a little cold.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Yan Shuai opened the window to look at Mummy in the kitchen apron, and found that the old man was still holding a Zwilling kitchen knife. He quickly put his hands into his sleeves and said with a serious face: "I am not injured, don't cut me hand."

After making sure her son was safe and well, Mama Yan breathed a sigh of relief, shook the kitchen knife in her hand and said, "What a mess, I'm chopping up meat and stuffing to make dumplings, come and help me as soon as you finish."

"Okay, okay." When Yan Shuai heard that he was getting excited about making dumplings, he quickly responded twice, and turned his head to tell Jiang Fanshun next to him to pull over quickly.

The four trucks pulled over, and the atmosphere that greeted their triumphant return came belatedly.Hearing the applause outside, Jiang Fanshun not only healed his tinnitus, but also understood in his heart that their love will be with me.

Because everyone was too enthusiastic, Xiao Jia Xiaoyi and Xiao Bing of the property could only maintain the order of the scene first, and told everyone to calm down while holding the disinfection spray bottle in his hand and spraying disinfection on the carts.

"Handsome guy! Handsome guy! Don't spray lime on it! Don't spray lime on it!" Yan Dong shouted through the window when he saw this.

Ling Qing, who had just finished his spy mission, also rushed over upon hearing the news, enduring the pain of being strangled and jogging all the way, but when he arrived at the place, he saw that there were four cars. A car? Is there a New Year’s Eve event at the construction site to steal one and get one free?”

"I don't know."

Qin Dali was also puzzled. He stared at the people next to the car for a while and suddenly found Hua Dian. He clapped his hands and called Brother Ling: "No, where is Mr. Yi? Why didn't you see Mr. Yi!"

Ling Qing took a closer look, but she did not see the man.

The two hurried to the side of the car, Qin Dali grabbed Yan Dong who had just got off the forklift and was about to shake hands with the owners and asked: "Brother, where is Mr. Yi? You probably forgot at the construction site!"

Ling Qing, who was not watching the battle, suddenly had a bad guess in his mind. He gasped, and asked in a trembling voice: "Could it be that he was playing a hero, diverted the fire by himself and died heroically?"

Yi Chengli, who sat on the blue truck and watched them for a long time, asked softly, "You all want me to die that much, don't you?"

"Grass!"

For a moment, Qin Dali and Lingqing were so frightened that they jumped up in unison.

"Get out of the car!" Ling Qing rolled his eyes, patted his chest, turned to look at him and asked, "Don't talk and pretend to be a master?"

Yi Chengli frowned with a pained expression, and explained: "It's not that I didn't get down, it's that I was too nervous and stepped on the accelerator and clutch just now, my feet cramp and I can't move."

He opened the car door and reached out to Qin Dali: "Dali, help me."

"Still smoking, brother?" Qin Dali helped him down, "You've been doing this for too long, you need to bask in the sun, gnaw your bones, and supplement your calcium."

Yi Chengli waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to say more. Now every step of his foot on the ground is like stepping on the tip of a knife. Taking a step and taking a breath, no matter how strong a man is, his hamstrings should be soft.

"I have calcium tablets at home, you can go back and take some." Ling Qing said.

Yi Chengli said OK, sat on the side flower bed for 2 minutes, finally found his voice and asked: "Have you got everything done here? Have you brought out all the vegetables and medicine?"

"Moved out." Ling Qing subconsciously wanted to touch his strangled back, but found that he couldn't touch it, so he could only touch his shoulder to give up, "The dishes are being processed, Meili and several owners are registering the medicines Ku, don't worry."

Yi Chengli nodded, looked at the busy neighbors over there, and found that Dalong and Mangzi were also there.The two of them frowned, chopping meat with both hands, their faces were solemn, they didn't know whether it was because of chopping meat or because their hands were sore.

"Is this chopping stuffing?" Yi Chengli asked, "Are you going to make dumplings or buns?"

"Dumplings, they said that not eating dumplings during the New Year is equivalent to not listening to the Spring Festival Gala. It always feels less delicious." Ling Qing said, and Qin Dali, who was just helping the cook, made a correction.

"Steamed buns and steamed buns are part of it. Master Sun said he can also make baked naan, and Sister Hua is building an oven for him." Qin Dali paused as he spoke, "Although I don't think he will succeed."

The owners of Manhattan are prepared for danger in times of peace. Taking advantage of the natural gas and running water, everyone unanimously decided to make some of the ingredients from Master Sun's breakfast shop into food that can be stored for a long time.

Dumplings, steamed buns, steamed buns, flower rolls, baked naan, each family has its own special skills. Here, the old Yang’s buns are wrapped with eighteen pleats, and the old Fang’s dumplings over there break the limit of human beings, and they can produce 1 dumplings in one minute.

Afterwards, the original pasta was quite satisfactory, because of the subtle comparison between the neighbors, the artistic value gradually increased, and when he was about to create the infringing work of Old Man Mi’s Mouse, Ling Qing immediately came out to call for a stop and sent a lawyer’s letter to warn him.

Don't show off anymore, plain and simple is the truth.

The heat and fragrance permeated the community, the chit chatting among neighbors shook the red lanterns celebrating the New Year with heat, the children ran around and were scolded by their parents, and the people next to them hurriedly smoothed things over and said that the New Year’s Eve would be forgotten .

The dog was brought out to stand guard beside the vegetable garden, and Niu Ben was busy in the shed, and some owners were patrolling to see where there were dead corners that needed to be cleaned.

Everyone is earnestly welcoming this special New Year's Eve, but Yi Chengli is sitting on the ladder next to the north wall, observing the world divided by a wall, which feels unreal.

The outside is dangerous and unknown, and the inside is stability and the new year. The taste of the year that has been searched for for many years reappears here, and it seems to have become two worlds.He slowly applied cement to the bricks in his hands and built them up, and sighed that the impermanence of life is a small intestine wrapped in a large intestine.

A week ago, if someone told me that there would be a doomsday, I would definitely let him take time to get a brain CT. I never thought that a rich boss of myself would be trapped in a Manhattan neighborhood and become a glorious mason.

But someone was even more unexpected than him that he would become like this now.

"Bricks are here!" A drawn-out voice reminded that Lian Han, a new resident in Manhattan, pushed a cart full of bricks and walked towards them slowly.

This rich second generation, this rich second generation who lives in Tomson's second grade and has a net worth of hundreds of millions, is now moving bricks in the same community as himself.

Qian Meili implemented Yi Chengli's request and arranged a purely physical activity for Lian Han to consume energy.Yi Chengli looked at his old classmate, who was sweating profusely and had black ashes on his face, and his mind suddenly became more balanced.

We are all the same, the same strong.

Lian Han picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his head. Although it was winter, he felt his body was on fire. Before he could fan himself a few times, Yi Chengli came down from the ladder and picked up the water bottle with Edward written on it. Handed over.

"Dehua, drink some water first." Yi Chengli said.

Lian Han was a little overwhelmed when he saw the friendly gesture of the legendary young master, thanked him repeatedly, took the water from him, and drank half a bottle in one go.

Exhausted, really exhausted.

He took a breath and looked at the few people who were still blowing cold wind on the top of the wall to build the wall. After watching their movements carefully for 2 minutes, even Han felt tired. ?"

"Tired." The laid-off DJ Ma sighed while rubbing the cement, "But I have to do it even if I'm tired. It's all for my own family. There's no way."

"This is the home I got by shaking the number three times." Ling Qing, who brought lunch to the neighbor, nodded in agreement.

"Did you shake it three times?" The elder brother in the third building next to him was a little shocked, but he couldn't help showing off, "I got it after shaking it once."

Ling Qing frowned: "Dog barking?"

The atmosphere froze for two seconds, Yan Shuai stretched out his hand to express not to argue, everyone has a mortgage to support, but more money and less money.

"No matter how many times you shake it, now we are all neighbors in the same community. It's fate, and we will repay the loan slowly together." Yi Chengli quickly gave Ling Qing a wink to tell him not to be angry, and pretended he didn't hear some words .

Lian Han next to him now knows that this place is the safest, and he desperately wants to integrate into the owners of this community, so as not to be rejected by these owners, he will have a better life in the future.

So seeing that everyone was silent, he immediately stood up and provoked the active topic, and said, "It's okay, you don't have to pay back the mortgage if you buy a house with all the money."

The atmosphere became more silent for a while, Yi Chengli looked at his old classmate, and couldn't help asking softly: "My God, what are you talking about?"

"The full amount, where did you get the money from?" The eldest brother in Building No. [-] sighed and complained, "I seem to be working for the house all my life."

The morale of the wall-building brigade fell instantly, and Lian Han signaled Yi Chengli not to panic, he suppressed first and then raised, he smiled and reminded: "But now the end is here, the bank is gone, you don't have to pay back the loan."

One word awakened the person in the dream, DJ Ma paused his hand, and reacted: "That's right, it seems that there is no need to repay the loan."

"So I don't have to pay back my car loan..." A sister clicked her tongue, "I would have borrowed more to buy an off-road vehicle if I knew it earlier, it's more useful now."

Everyone became excited in an instant, but Lian Han said again: "But your jobs seem to be gone."

Everyone paused: ...

"But your boss may also die in the last days, so you don't have to work at all." Lian Han said again.

You are right when you think about it, so what if you have a job? How can you go to work in this situation?Do you want to discuss a project with the zombie guys, with the goal of making a small profit of [-] million?

Everyone was happy again, only Yi Chengli looked at Lian Han with a cold expression.

Lian Han: "What's the matter, Young Master Li, am I wrong?"

"That's right." Yi Chengli nodded, "But I'm the boss, and I'm not dead yet."

Lian Han: ...

The author says:

Lian Han: I was careless and didn't flash.

Yi Chengli: Don't die on loan.