The defense of the mourning community

If you stop breathing, you will stop breathing, but it is a heavy snow day, and the snow is falling so deeply and so seriously, it seems to say that it is impossible for everyone to survive.

The Manhattan owners who heard their neighbors stopped shoveling snow and fell into endless silence. It seemed that the gas stopped by the neighbors was not natural gas, but the oxygen in their own oxygen pipes.

Up to now, the three major standard water, gas, and power cuts in the last days have finally come to an end, and all the brakes have been pulled. The real test begins now.

Even though everyone had foreseen the coming of this day, but at this time, they felt that the countdown to death was hanging on their heads, and everyone still couldn't accept it.

After hastily shoveling the snow, the owners gathered in the central square. This time the gathering was very quiet, because everyone who is pessimistic now has only one thought in their minds——

Some people are alive, but he is dead.

As one of them, Yi Chengli's mood also fell to the lowest point in history.Although judging from the current amount of material storage, it is no problem for people in Manhattan to survive in a short period of time.

But I'm afraid that everyone will be in the end of the world for a long time. No matter how hard everyone tightens their belts, there will be a day when they will be finished.

The owners around were all moaning and sighing, and a few owners with fragile mentality had already looked at the side with dull eyes, as if all the troubles in the world had nothing to do with them, and their faces were full of despair.

There are a few others who have gone to extremes and are ready to fast-forward to the reopening. They are sitting on the side of the flower bed and discussing the most painless way to die, but they find that it is more enjoyable to kill them with their heads.

Even Yan Shuai, who was always full of energy, couldn't cheer up. He stood with his mother and brother, holding hands and heart to heart, and agreed to be a family in the next life.

Infected by such an atmosphere, the children did not dare to mess around anymore, and stood obediently beside their parents without making noise.

Everyone was depressed, and Ling Qing, who stood there with a calm face, looked like a strange person, even yawning and stretching, without being disturbed at all.

Seeing Yi Chengli looking at him with a frustrated face, Ling Qing felt very surprised, put down his stretched hands and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm scared."

Yi Chengli didn't hide his true inner feelings from him, but lowered his voice and repeated next to his ear: "Ling Qing, I'm very scared now, especially this time, aren't you scared?"

No matter how strong Yi Chengli's mentality is, the current situation is getting worse and worse, and one after another, he can hardly stand it anymore.

"What are you afraid of?" Ling Qing asked back, looking at Yi Chengli's unshaven face today, he said, "I've seen worse things than this in my dreams, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

Yi Chengli smiled bitterly: "I almost forgot about this."

"If I'm afraid of death, I should have already died once, and now I'll earn money if I live any longer." Ling Qing stared at Yi Chengli's protruding beard and said softly: "You should shave your beard, you She looks better without a beard."

Yi Chengli lowered his head and responded, and it took two seconds to realize what Ling Qing said. He seemed to be saying that he looks good without a beard.

"Ling Qing..."

As soon as he said his name, a hand fell on his shoulder.

Ling Qing gently put his hands on Yi Chengli's shoulders and swept away some dust, and said softly, "I've never seen you so scared in my dream, you have to cheer up. Otherwise, if you panic, you will still be scared." What about the remaining people?"

He pursed his lips and said, "There is no second kind-hearted person like you to take care of them."

Yi Chengli heard what he said, but he didn't seem to hear it. All the sensations in his body were concentrated on the lightly clasped hand on his shoulder. He pursed his lips and said in a voice that only two people could hear: " This is the first time you have touched me on your own initiative."

Ling Qing didn't respond to Yi Chengli as if he didn't hear those words, instead he withdrew his hand, turned around and walked towards the fountain in the middle.

He stood on the steps and looked at everyone below, picked up the big speaker on one side and turned it on, and said, "Everyone, listen to me to say a few words."

Some people looked over, but some people are still immersed in their own world, but Ling Qing and Yi Chengli are different, they will not remind repeatedly, but continue to say: "We have predicted the situation of stopping the breath before. , you don’t need to be so afraid.”

"If you don't have natural gas, just burn firewood. There are so many trees in the community that can be burned for a long time. And didn't we prepare a lot of steamed buns, steamed buns and Hanamaki pastries just to cut off water and gas? Have everyone forgotten?"

Looking at the crowd below, Ling Qing directly named Yan Shuai, and after hearing his response, he said directly: "President Yan has a vision, and he has a plan for a big cafeteria long ago, now I invite him to come up and say a few words."

Yan Shuai, who was still hugging his mother and younger brother just now, was stunned for two seconds when he heard the word "big cafeteria". The forgotten memories suddenly started to attack him, which rekindled the hope of this man.

Yes, I have a plan for a big canteen!

He quickly stabilized his emotions, raised his hand to wipe away the tears next to his eyes, walked onto the stage in the sight of everyone, watched everyone stretch out a hand and said: "Ihaveadream, that is the Manhattan dining hall."

"Manhattan! It's not Tun!" The owners, who were a little distracted at first, came back to their senses for a second, and they must stick to the name of the community!

Yan Shuai stretched out his hand to say OK, and changed his words directly: "Manhattan elite restaurant, but this dream needs everyone's help to become a reality."

He talked about his plan in detail, and tried to make the big pot rice international. In the end, he was really at a loss for words, so he turned it into an iron pot stewed beans and braised noodles to report the name of the dish.

After seeing someone swallowing saliva below, Ling Qing took over the loudspeaker forcefully, and said to the owners: "Anyway, everyone will definitely not starve to death! Don't worry!"

He looked at everyone with a smile: "We have survived the power outage and water outage, and it's okay to stop gas. Our ancestors survived without gas before. They survived so much that we can't live?"

"And only on the 29th did the plane drop supplies, which proves that no one has given up on us, and we should not give up on ourselves." Ling Qing was not used to saying this for the first time. He cleared his throat and said, "We can Die, you can die of old age but definitely not now.”

"Think about the things you haven't finished, think about the novels, comics and TV series you haven't finished, think about the people you haven't met, stick to it, and only good things will happen if you live."

Yi Chengli in the crowd watched Ling Qing put down the horn, and was the first to applaud with a loud roar. The people who were worried about the property immediately followed. Lian Han clapped his hands and said to the people in his small class: "Applause, the loudest! It’s better to stand in military posture for less than half an hour today.”

There was thunderous applause for a while, but Ling Qing picked up the loudspeaker and shouted: "If you really feel that you can't bear it psychologically, just come to my place to register, and I will arrange for Dr. Meng to chat with you!"

Dr. Meng, who had been listening for a long time, sighed. Although he might have to work overtime again, but the thesis was supported by fresh cases, he still raised his hand and said: "I'm here! Come and talk to me if you can't think about it! Although It may not be useful, but it is definitely more comfortable to say than to be bored in your heart!"

Ling Qing continued: "If you think there is no problem psychologically, you can start working now after the meeting is over, and listen to President Yan Shuai's command! Let's build the Manhattan dining hall together!"

"Manhattan!"

The owners corrected them loudly again. When a young man heard Ling Qing say this, he stood next to his family and shouted loudly: "I will take the college entrance examination in June! I have studied for so long and studied for so many years. Even if I die, I will have to go to college again." Die!"

One hundred days to survive, I want to go to college!

After being yelled at by him, the remaining owners laughed and remembered the things they hadn't had time to do, the things they hadn't said, and the people they hadn't hugged.

There are so many unfinished business, how can you be willing to leave?

The owners of Manhattan cheered up one by one, and those who couldn't fight decided to go to Dr. Meng. When Ling Qing said that the meeting was over, they immediately split into two groups.

A group of business owners lined up around Ling Qing holding a sick registration card, and another group of business owners surrounded Yan Shuai and asked what they were going to do now, what was the process of the elite restaurant plan.

Yan Shuai told everyone not to rush and not to panic, and directly separated from the crowd and stood in front of Master Sun, holding his hand and shaking it repeatedly, his eyes showed sincerity and said: "Now is the time for you to fulfill your promise, bro."

Master Sun, who was already mentally prepared, waved his hand, looked at Yan Shuai and said, "Don't worry. Everything has its own development sequence. The first step in our cafeteria is to stabilize the stove first."

In the most smoky battlefield in the world, the kitchen, without a stove, there is no fire, without fire, there is no heat, and without hot dishes, there is no cooking.

"If you want to cook a big pot of rice with firewood, you must first get a stove." Master Sun said.

In view of the fact that Sister Hua’s earthen oven was quite successful last time, this time Master Sun directly named Sister Hua, an excellent craftsman, as the chief person in charge of the stove, and Wang Chunfa, a professional chicken farmer who came out of the countryside, as the rural earthen stove. The technical guidance of the show appeared again.

The implementer of the earthen stove has been selected, and the next step is the most important site selection for the earthen stove.

Aunts and uncles start from the tradition, feng shui, and feel that we must choose a place with good feng shui to start a fire, so that the days can be prosperous and prosperous; other young people start from science, look at the wind direction and temperature, and must choose a leeward , and the oil fume will not be blown to a good place at home by the wind.

Everyone showed their abilities and came and went, and under the mediation of Ling Qing and Yi Chengli, peaceful communication was maintained for the time being.After some pushing and pulling, everyone finally decided that the stove should be placed next to the ping-pong table.

At the same time, it meets the needs of both materialistic and idealistic people, not to mention that there is a roof above the head to shield part of the wind and rain, and the table tennis table next to it can also directly serve as a cooking table and cooking table, which is perfect.

The location has been selected, and the technicians are already in place. Lian Han and his small team members hurried back to their mechanical positions, pushed a small cart to start working, and transported the bricks, cement and waste steel bars brought back from the construction site. to the construction site.

The owners of Manhattan took a look and found that they couldn’t get in on the professional operation. Some stayed here to help with cement and digging, and some took the opportunity to inspect the trees in the community, and randomly selected a lucky one to come out and cut them into firewood. , the fire that burns its life.

That wicked guy even took out his DV to shoot and record video for everyone, saying that he would save it for the end of the world and upload it as a souvenir.

After Ling Qing arranged to see Dr. Meng's owner, he stood next to the stove construction site and looked at the sky and the ground for a while. He felt that the eaves above his head were still a bit too small, and the progress of the project would be pulled down again in case of another storm.

He thought for a while and told Qin Dali and Ma Zai in their class not to be idle, and after sorting out today's garbage, they moved out the activity tent of the property to support it.

Lian Han pushed the brick over, saw the small red shed on the edge of the branch looked familiar, and couldn't help but said to Ling Qing: "It still smells like a food stall on the roadside."

"Big stall?"

Ling Qing was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that there were windshields on both sides of the tents at the roadside stalls.He looked back at the stove and thought for a few seconds, then decided to take out the last remaining parachute.

Because it had a hole and couldn't be used to catch rainwater, it was convenient for Ling Qing to take out scissors, nails and cotton thread to remodel it on the spot, giving it some second life.

Zhang Xiaoquan opened the way with scissors, punched holes with nails, and finally made zero rows of dense seams. Ling Qing directly made a windshield curtain and hung it on both sides of the red tent.

"Applause!" Qin Dali led his small class members to applaud Ling Qing, and said that this skill is no worse than the doctor who broke his head while skiing and stitched himself.

Ling Qing looked at him: "Just talk but don't practice fake moves, if you hit me again now, I will sew it up for you right away, so that you can compare it."

"That's absolutely unnecessary." Qin Dali refused, and changed the subject and asked, "Where's Brother Yi? Don't you two get together every day? He won't be lazy by himself, right?"

Ling Qing snorted: "You don't know about him yet, you can't sit still with a needle in your buttocks, just went door by door looking for cauldrons."

Big pot of rice, big pot of rice, as the name implies, there must be a big pot to have rice.But now every household is a small family stove. Even if you have the heart to make a big pot, you can't hold the big pot.

Yi Chengli searched around Manhattan, but the owner didn't have that kind of big frying pan at all. He only brought a large steamer, but the capacity was really limited.

The female spy Liang Xirui, who had carried out the spy J operation, showed him a clear way, and said to him in a low voice: "Master Sun's shop has a big steamer and a big pot, but we didn't think so much at the beginning, and we couldn't move it." I didn’t bring it up.”

"How big is the pot?" Yi Chengli asked.

Liang Xirui gestured and said: "Let's not talk too much, it's definitely no problem to fry three chickens."

Yi Chengli's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that he and this cauldron were destined to be engraved with Manhattan's name, but problems followed.

Now, missing is a wall, he is at one end, and the pot is at the other.

How can I get that cauldron?

The author says:

Owner: Even if I die, I will tell the whole world - it's Manhattan, not Manhattan! !

Ling Qing: No matter what you do, cheer me up!

Yi Chengli: He touched me.