Chapter 142

For the time being, no matter what kind of power Lu Wentian is in, he is not near Wuzhou City. Whether he is an enemy or a friend is still uncertain.

As soon as Li Yunpeng walked out of the meeting hall, he saw Liu Zide coming in a hurry.

"Brother Peng, Ren Xiao is in the hospital."

"What? Can he get into the hospital? Alcoholism? "

"Er... I don't know the details." Liu said.

Ren Xiao went to the hospital. His first feeling was that it was impossible. If there had to be a reason, it was probably drinking.

Li Yunpeng came to the hospital. Ren Xiao was in the consulting room. He picked up the diagnosis record and looked at it.

"Lying trough!"

Li Yunpeng's hands holding the diagnosis record are shaking, and the detailed information of Ren Xiao, including his age, is clearly written on it.

"MMP, clearly one year younger than Lao Tzu, Bai te Mo called brother a month."

He pushed open the door of the consulting room. Ren Xiao was lying on the medical table, his face swollen like a pig's head.

"Oh, brother Li, you're here. I won't see my brother for the last time later."

"Go away." Li Yunpeng patted the diagnosis record on his face, "come on, tell me what happened when you were your age!"

Ren Xiao a Leng, take off the diagnosis record on the face, embarrassed way: "cough, write wrong, less write two years old."

"Roll the calf."

Li Yunpeng won't believe his lies any more. He turned his face and asked, "what's the matter with him?"

Xia Mengdie said: "it's OK. He is allergic to one of the drugs. Acupuncture will be OK."

"Oh, by the way, the duration of your disguise is too short."

Xia Mengdie rolled a pretty white eye, "you didn't say how much time it would take. If the dosage was increased, it would be very difficult to recover. I used to take a small dose of medicine regularly to keep the state of easy appearance for a long time."

"I see." Li Yunpeng solved his doubts. Before he left, he took a look at Ren Xiao and said, "brother Ren, have a good rest. I wish you an early recovery!"

Ren Xiao

Out of the hospital, Li Yunpeng strolled in the city of Moyang. Most people took part in the vigorous development. Although people were disheartened, they were enthusiastic. The old people were also doing what they could. The children were studying in the temporary school. Regardless of the times, the inheritance of culture and technology could not be broken. That was the root of everything.

"Lord of the city."

Zhang Tao followed a group of people and came running with safety helmets.

"Well, did you encounter any problems in the construction?" Li Yunpeng asked.

"There's no big problem. Everything's going well." Zhang Tao replied confidently.

"Well, we should focus on the construction. In addition, the grain will be harvested soon, and the granary will be expanded. In a few days, we will rush to collect a large amount of grain."

The grain planted before the end of the world has reached the harvest season. Although zombies are rampant, causing some damage, there are still a lot of grain to harvest.

This is also the last time for the survivors to enjoy the blessings of their predecessors. If they want to get food in the future, they have to plant it by themselves.

"Yes, recently, Meng Tian, director of the Ministry of agriculture, has led people to have a rough idea of the nearby grain fields. When they are mature, they can rush to collect the grain immediately. However, many forces are also staring at the grain, so it is inevitable that there will be conflicts at that time."

"You can be ready to collect food. Don't worry about the conflict. I'll let the guards go with me." Li Yunpeng said. It's good that he doesn't rob others. Is there anyone who dares to rob food from him?

Zhang Tao relaxed, reported on the progress of some projects, and watched Li Yunpeng leave.

A week later, the temporary grain collection brigade was assembled, led by the grass-roots managers in the city of Moyang, and divided into hundreds of teams to collect grain within dozens of kilometers around.

When people heard that they were going to collect grain, their faces were full of smiles. Food was the most important thing for the people. At the end of the day, as long as there was food, people would be able to calm down. If enough food could be obtained for this autumn harvest, people would not have to worry about starvation all year.

Li Yunpeng divided half of his troops into 10 squadrons to patrol the designated area to deter the curfew.

Li Yunpeng plans to take Xiao Hei to the surrounding areas. Since he has incorporated the nearby settlements, he has taken it as his own private territory within dozens of kilometers.

Now all the special teams have become first-class evolutors. Li Yunpeng sits in the Hummer command car, followed by Liu Zide who is very reluctant to carry Xiao Hei.

The name of Liu Zide's dogleg has become more and more famous in the city of Moyang. Although people usually make fun of him, they are envious in their eyes. The dogleg who can be the leader of the city of Moyang is not the chance for ordinary people.

"Black brother, you say I have all the famous cars and luxury houses now, but I don't need a sister."

"Wang."

Xiao Hei glanced at him and exclaimed discontentedly, "I'm still a single dog. Do you talk about women in front of me?

Li Yunpeng was sitting in the car, looking at the golden wheat waves on both sides. From time to time, people working in the field heard laughter, white clouds and the breeze blowing on his face. It's not so pleasant for a long time.

"Commander, we're being robbed of food."

The walkie talkie in the car sounded a voice mixed with electricity.

Li Yunpeng, who was disturbed by Yaxing, was upset. "Li Qi took people to see which grandson was so unsophisticated."

After that, let Li Dun turn to the direction of the incident.

When the car drove more than ten kilometers, it came to a wheat field at the foot of the mountain. Dozens of civilians in Moyang city were still tied up by the side of the road, while hundreds of people with rifles and scythes were struggling to cut wheat in the wheat field.

"Didi!"

Li Yunpeng honked his horn and woke up the people who were in a hurry to grab food.

Sitting in the shade of a tree is a middle-aged man with a thin face and a rickety back. He shakes the eight immortals fan in his hand. Hearing the sound of the siren, he puts away the fan and sees a Hummer with a machine gun parked on the side of the road.

"Hey, it's a good car. Let's go and have a look."

A burst of shouts from his men, the grain snatcher put down his sickle and surrounded him with his gun.

"Where are the heroes ahead? They are here to grab food?" Li Yunpeng jokingly called out with a big horn.

The moustache came near, put his hands behind him, and said, "Hey, hey, the eighth master of Wunong mountain is here. When he sees the brigades of Qiuba bandits, will he still get off and surrender?"

"Ha ha ha, don't you know this is the territory of Moyang city? Are you tired of coming here for food? " Li Yunpeng said.

"I spat, shitemaoyang City, Zhuangyang City, leave the car, get out of here." Qiu eight one face disdains of say.

Li Yunpeng opened the door and got off, came to him and said, "Oh? Do you like this car? What else do you like? Let's talk about it together. "

Seeing that he was sensible, Qiu Ba turned his hands around and said, "the dog in the car behind is not bad. Let's stay."

"Poof

Do you like Xiaohei? Li Yunpeng couldn't help laughing, "OK, Dezi, let Xiao Hei out and give it to Lord Qiu."

After the car door opened, Xiao Hei came to Li Yunpeng with a low eyebrow. Seeing such a big dog, Qiu Ba couldn't help liking it in his heart. Which mountain king didn't have a powerful pet? It's a shame to say that.

"Xiao Hei, this man has a crush on you. Go and get familiar with him."

Qiu Ba whistled, teasing Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei suddenly changed his face, bared his sharp tusks and rushed to Qiu ba

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