Chapter 34

Zhang Xiaoqiang is sitting in the driver's seat of a three wheeled agricultural vehicle, with an open mahogany box on his knee. The pistol is black and shiny, heavy in his hand, and a black five pointed star is engraved on the handle. This is a "May 4th" pistol, which is also the "black Star" pistol in Hong Kong movies.

Although the age of the pistol is longer than that of Zhang Xiaoqiang, the original owner of the pistol is in good condition. He can hardly see the traces left by the age. He pulls the bolt of the pistol and pulls the trigger at the small tree in front of him.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is very satisfied with the unexpected harvest. With this pistol, he has an extra insurance for his life, but there are not many bullets. There are about 50 bullets in three magazines.

When the magazine is stuck in the handle of the gun, Zhang Xiaoqiang holds the "May 4th" pistol and aims around. As long as there is no man who doesn't like the gun, especially for Zhang Xiaoqiang, who only touches toy guns, Xiaobai is even more excited.

"Uncle, you found this thing in it?" Yang Ke'er looked eager to try.

"Children are not allowed to play with guns!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said while putting a pistol in the back. Yang Ke'er is more depressed.

Rice, coarse cereals, beans, vegetable oil and bacon were loaded into the carriage and pulled to the cave. The platform of nearly 500 square meters became crowded from the former open space.

In the small village, the harvest is quite good. It was closed in recent years before the outbreak of the virus. Every family is killing pigs and smoking bacon. Now it's all cheap, Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"When will it be finished?" Looking at the mountain of bacon in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang is worried. Now every household in the countryside feeds pigs. Coupled with the rising price of pork, a family has to feed at least three or four, and more than a dozen. Although some of them will be sold before the new year, there are at least one or two of them. On average, every family has at least 150 Jin of smoked pork, not counting the dried fish, dried chicken and duck, dried rabbit and mutton legs and so on.

"One five gets five, two five ten, three five fifteen, four five twenty-one?" Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at dozens of smoked pig heads, hundreds of smoked pig hooves, and more ribs and fat. He was numb and even confused about the accounts.

Finally, the bacon goods were counted out. The total amount of smoked pork was about ten thousand jin, and some other cured mountain goods were nearly ten thousand jin.

They seldom eat fresh meat in the countryside. They usually eat their own bacon. They only go to the market town to buy it at weddings and funerals. More than 100 people a year of meat piled together is spectacular.

Zhang Xiaoqiang calculate next, oneself and small wench two people eat can eat a hundred years. However, the smoked meat and wax goods can not be stored for a hundred years. For two years, they are somewhat mysterious. The town is occupied by zombies, and the animals gradually mutate. The material in the last world will only become more and more tense in the future. Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart began to bleed at the thought of so many rotten bacon.

All of a sudden, the scene of going to grandma's house when I was a child flashed into my mind. In the 1980s, the living conditions in the countryside were not good, and meat was not easy to eat. Parents took Zhang Xiaoqiang and his sister to the countryside to see grandma. Grandma took out smoked meat to entertain them. At that time, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't see grandma for a long time, so he wanted to be close to her. Until he saw grandma dig out a piece of golden smoked meat from the chaff.

I once asked my grandmother why she hid it in the chaff. Through my grandmother's narration, I learned that the bacon stored in the chaff lasts for a long time, and it's OK to keep it for seven or eight years. Some people still hide it for more than ten years, and take it out to eat without changing its flavor.

"Ha ha, chaff!" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of a way, "go, go out again while it's still early!" Zhang Xiaoqiang excitedly said to Yang Ke'er.

"Woo woo... Uncle, you bully people. I'm too tired to stand up. Look, the skin on my hand is broken! " Yang Ke'er is crying and showing his hands to Zhang Xiaoqiang!

"No! You don't have any meat to eat in the future! " Zhang Xiaoqiang issued a kill trick.

"Woo woo.. You know how to bully others. They are still under age. "Yang Ke'er complains and follows.

"Under age? Kao, you minors have done what adults should or shouldn't do. Are you still under age? Hum Zhang Xiaoqiang thought bitterly.

The three wheeled agricultural vehicle drove to the village with a "sudden" noise. The corpses under the bridge had already stood up. After hearing that people gathered under the bridge to push and jostle, Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored them. The riverbanks on both sides were high and steep enough that even normal adult men could not climb up. Not to mention these invisible zombies!

According to the established procedures, stop and enter, start searching, find the target materials, and carry them. The chaff is stored in the utility room or next to the pigsty. Farmers usually feed the pigs with it.

Zhang Xiaoqiang moves on the ground, and Yang Ke'er picks up the stack in the car.

"Uncle" Yang Ke'er stops Zhang Xiaoqiang, who is preparing to move again.

"What" Zhang Xiaoqiang stops, takes a look at Yang Ke'er, takes out a cigarette from his pocket and prepares to have a rest for a while."Uncle, can I go up there?" Yang Ke'er pointed to the small building and said.

"What for?" Zhang Xiaoqiang is very puzzled, because food and bacon are generally stored in the kitchen or warehouse, so they don't need to go upstairs.

"Yes, it's me. I want to look in the bedroom upstairs." Yang Ke'er thinks of something and looks at Zhang Xiaoqiang badly.

"Hoo! What is it? Speak well Zhang Xiaoqiang spits out a cigarette, which is not bad.

"I hate it, uncle. You're dead. You're the one who's fishing for zombies! Eh... Your expression at that time was so obscene! " Yang Ke'er said shamelessly!

"Go, go! Find more, it's important! " Zhang Xiaoqiang's expression is also very obscene now.

"That's a big killer!" Watching Yang Ke'er walk into the small building, Zhang Xiaoqiang begins to recall the previous scene.

"Then what? What's the name? Archimedes said, give me a fulcrum, I can pry up the earth. I said, give me a piece of sanitary napkin, I can make the zombies jump off the building collectively! " Zhang Xiaoqiang is very proud“ Fresh, of course Zhang Xiaoqiang makes a conclusion indecently.

"Uncle, come on, there are good things!" Cried Yang Ke'er upstairs.

"Did you find the hidden treasure box?" Zhang Xiaoqiang went upstairs.

On the second floor, looking at everything in front of him, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought that he had walked into the labor insurance supermarket. The living room on the second floor is about 70 or 80 square meters. There are rows of shelves under the walls. The shelves are full of all kinds of groceries. On the walls are all kinds of camouflage for training clothes, including old-fashioned green military uniform and blue military trousers. I think it's sold to farmers to wear when they work in the fields.

Into the living room, Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully look up, Yang Ke'er happily picking on the shelf.

There are nine shelves in turn leaning against the surrounding corner, one full of shoes is also training shoes, high tube rubber shoes, one is brush, towel, soap, washing powder and so on, a hardware shelf, screwdriver, screw, switch plug, wire, light bulb, electrician knife and so on, women's "that thing" and toilet paper shampoo also occupy a shelf. Zhang Xiaoqiang even saw a shelf full of men's underwear, autumn pants, women's underwear and all kinds of socks.

"How many days have you not changed your underwear?" Zhang Xiaoqiang recalled that although he changed his clothes at other people's home, he couldn't wear other people's underwear. When he saw the clean underwear, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that his crotch began to itch.

Some of the other shelves are either farm tools or snacks that children like, learning stationery, schoolbags and so on. At last, I saw a glass counter for cigarettes, which is not rich in variety, three or four yuan, five or six yuan, and the good one is only ten yuan. But I found ten pieces of Yellow Crane Tower which sold for eighteen yuan a bag under the counter. It seems that they are going to sell welcome cigarettes for the new year.

Yang Ke'er that little girl doesn't know where to turn out a backpack and keeps picking up materials.

Zhang Xiaoqiang shouts to Yang Ke'er: "don't pick, move all back!"