Chapter 2： Xue Yan

Chapter 2 Xue Yan

So, Boss Jiang agreed.

Then, as soon as the original owner died, the Jiang Boss family was ready to sell the original owner.

All the teeth have been found and the price has been negotiated. Just as Boss Jiang's family happily prepared to send the original owner away and then brought the money back, the original owner caught the cold because he had not been properly taken care of by the Boss Jiang's family. It is getting more and more serious, and the buyer looks like he is dying, then the buyer is naturally reluctant to spend money on it.

Boss Jiang’s family wanted to wait for the original owner to recover before selling it, but they were reluctant to pay for the original owner’s treatment, so they let the original owner hold on.

And the original owner didn't survive, and was gone last night.

This body opened her eyes again, she was wearing it.

Such a scumbag relative, of course, must be cut clean.

She only looks small now, but in the end times, her body's flexibility, strength, and responsiveness have all come together, and it's more than enough to clean up those scumbags.

One piece, and her space.

The zombies have made the apocalypse smoky, the fittest survives, and all human beings who can survive have evolved to a certain extent, and she is no exception.

It's just that while she has evolved all aspects of her body functions, she also got a seed space.

The space is full of seeds, all kinds of seeds, and there is also a universal nursery room, which can help all kinds of seeds germinate in one day and become strong seedlings.

But at the end of the world, zombies were rampant, and everything would be destroyed. She didn't use this space at that time.

The original plan was to kill the zombies and use it when rebuilding the home, but it’s a pity.

However, there are many strong men in the last days, and there are also a large number of seeds of various kinds just in case. It will not be impossible to rebuild the home because of her.

Looking at the continuous mountain at the end of the rice field, Jiang Yuecai went up to the Tianba and walked towards the mountain.

She has not seen such a beautiful nature for many years. There is no greenery in the last days, and the forests have been destroyed into wasteland. Now she naturally wants to live in the mountains for two days and feel the feeling.

Maybe she can grow things in the mountains, she has space, she can raise seedlings and plant them; she can also hunt, in short, she will not starve to death.

As for the future, her body is only three and a half years old, and the future is still growing. Thinking about it later, she is not in a hurry.

Jiang Yue walked towards the mountain step by step.

In the rice fields on both sides of the Tianba, there are farmers pulling barnyard grass, which looks like rice. It may be that these farmers are so focused on pulling the barnyard grass that no one notices her.

Until she came to the foot of the mountain, she saw on the way down the mountain, a peasant man in his 40s, wearing a sackcloth and a hunchback, came down with a heavy load of firewood.

In the memory of the original owner, there is this person, Xue Dafu from the next village. The original owner used to go up the mountain with his mother to fight firewood. I have met this person many times. This person has a very good heart. Played firewood several times.

"Xiaoyan, you really think about it, don't go to the town to study anymore?" Xue Dafu carried the firewood down the mountain, and turned to talk to the young son behind him.

Also because of his turning back, he hasn't seen Jiang Yue yet.

Hearing this, Jiang Yue realized that there was a gentle and thin boy behind Xue Dafu.

The boy was struggling to carry a small bundle of firewood on his back. He didn't wear anything like a peasant child. He was wearing a white long gown with not very good fabrics. He should really be a reader.

In addition, Xue Dafu called him Xiaoyan again. Almost instantly, Jiang Yue realized that this should be Xue Dafu's seven-year-old son Xue Yan.