After leaving the supermarket, Jingyuan returned to Shili Sunshine carrying the bucket.

Looking at the mechanical watch on my wrist, I saw that the time was still early, but 2:45, and the sun was warm and warm on my body.

Being in an environment with sufficient lighting can even make you feel better.

That’s why Feng Shui emphasizes sitting north and facing south, so that the north and south are transparent!

In fact, it is not a superstitious statement, but this orientation allows you to get light and avoid wind.

For example, the small single-room rental house that Jingyuan lived in before traveling through time traveled. There was a little light coming in from the window all day long, that is, at noon. The rest of the time, it was basically dark without turning on the lights. After staying there for a long time,

All will become gloomy.

"Oh GG Boom~Be a hero in a fairy tale~"

Humming a little tune, he happily carried the bucket upstairs and started boiling water.

He used a newly picked iron basin as a ladle, poured hot water into the tub, raised it to the balcony, and sat on a small wooden stool. He squeezed a ball of milky white shampoo into the palm of his hand, applied it to his greasy hair, and rubbed it into fine foam.

, after repeated rinsing two or three times, it feels as refreshing as wearing new underwear on the first day of the new year.

"Scrub, scrub, scrub, wo~wo~"

After washing his hair, he took an open-air shower. His originally dry skin seemed to become hydrated when it encountered water. However, he didn't think much about it. He just applied soap all over his body and waited until his body was covered with the fragrance of flowers and plants.

Sex rushes down.

By the way, he also brushed Xiaobai's fur, and the dirty long hair became clean, and both the dog and the dog looked brand new.

After washing the clothes and shoes he had changed into, he took them to the rooftop to dry. Since there was no one else around, he simply hung in neutral, tied a towel around his waist, and walked around gracefully.

While the clothes and shoes were drying, he took Xiaobai from the first floor of the third building to the top of the twelfth floor.

There were eight houses on each floor, and he tried to open the door to each house.

From the 1st to the 7th floor, only the door of 707 is open. Think about it, if there are open doors below the seventh floor, why would the macho man deliberately run to the seventh floor to hide in the first place?

Going further up, the door of 902 is also open, or the door of 902 is smashed. The door frame seems to have been hammered many times with heavy objects, and the door panel fell directly to the ground.

Apart from this, the doors to the other rooms are basically intact and difficult to open with violent means.

He and Xiaobai searched in 902 and found some interesting things.

The room was simply decorated with no valuable furniture, but when he opened the door to the back bedroom, he saw a scene he would never forget - a room full of money behind the door.

They were all banknotes of the largest denominations, bundled into a thick stack. The bed that was supposed to be placed in the middle of the bedroom disappeared and was replaced by a mattress made of these large bundles of banknotes. It would be really nice to sleep here.

Just sleep on Qianshan.

Jing Yuan was thinking to himself that this was some corrupt official's secret treasury. Based on his salary of 5,000 a month after excluding five insurances and one housing fund, he would never earn so much money in a hundred lifetimes of work. How fucking possible.

Greedy.

It's a pity that he picked up so much money for nothing, but there is no place in this world where he can spend money. He used to drink with his college classmates and said that he had no dreams and wanted to roll in the pile of money and take a bath.

Today he really rolled on the bed made of money, but he didn't feel comfortable. Instead, he had a strange smell on his body.

Without the credibility of society and the country, the money will naturally turn into a pile of waste paper.

There are some scattered jewelry on the ground, gold bracelets, jade beads, and antique-like silver hairpins.

Even a layman like him can tell that these jewelry are of fine workmanship, exquisite materials and are of great value.

It was probably left behind when the owner of the room fled. The most precious jewelry must have been taken away. The rest may be worthless things in the eyes of the owner of the room.

While Jingyuan was thinking wildly, he rummaged through the boxes and found another luminous pearl the size of a goose egg.

This is really a "big treasure house", but unfortunately these treasures are worthless to him.

In short, the money is definitely useless. If it gets wet, it will produce black smoke even if it is burned.

He dismantled all the wooden furniture in 902, tied the firewood into piles with hemp rope and took it away. On the premise of not taking up space, he also picked out a few more beautiful pieces of jewelry.

Three pure gold bracelets, an emerald-decorated necklace, and two rings inlaid with large rubies and blue-green gems.

The luminous pearl looked pleasing to the eye and was taken away with it.

As for the rotten money, let it gather dust and mold here.

It took more than an hour to visit all the floors. Xiao Bai looked a little tired. The most useful thing he found turned out to be 902 firewood.

Jingyuan was too lazy to do such a thankless task anymore, and he didn't want to waste time on the other buildings.

After returning to the house and making himself a cup of hot coffee, he disassembled the parts of the pistol and rifle and oiled them according to the firearms maintenance manual left by the macho eldest brother to ensure that they would not suddenly malfunction when fighting was needed.

Then he took out his homemade spear and looked at the wear and tear.

This spear made of a galvanized water pipe and a fruit knife stabbed six zombies to death in total, and the tip of the knife has obvious scratches and wear.

Although the fruit knife is more slender and sharp than the kitchen knife, the blade is still too thin and the blade has to be replaced.

Jingyuan took out the small tools he found in the supermarket today and compared them one by one to see if there was any "tip" that was more suitable than a fruit knife.

There are indeed - screwdrivers and triangular files.

Compared with fruit knives, they have a thick needle-like structure, a sharp top, stronger penetrating power, and are not easy to wear, break, or get stuck in bone seams.

Jingyuan tested the hardness of the screwdriver and file, and finally chose the file as the new gun tip.

This time he has a wrench, hammer and screws and can perform more detailed operations.

First remove the file needle from the plastic handle, then spend some time peeling a piece of wood and insert the file needle into it.

He used a small hammer and nails to nail a few holes in the wooden handle, then removed the fruit knife from the water pipe, stuck the wooden handle in the gap, and carefully adjusted the position to ensure that the holes in the water pipe and the holes in the wooden handle aligned.

Finally, insert the screws into the holes, screw on the screw caps, and tie them tightly with hemp rope.

The upgraded rasp gun was more lethal than the original crude spear. He tried it with a piece of wood about 3 centimeters thick and easily pierced it.

The durability has also increased a lot, and there is no need to replace the gun head for a long time.

When it got dark, he fed Xiaobai and opened a can of beef and peaches. Before going to bed, he made a small slingshot with rubber bands and wood.

Zombies are very sensitive to sound, so he can use a slingshot to shoot pieces of porcelain far away, and the sound of broken glass will lure the zombies away, making it easier to clear the way.

After finishing these tasks, it was already 9:23 in the evening. He stretched out, hugged Xiaobai, and looked at the stars and moon in the sky on the balcony.

The moon tonight is not round, only a crescent moon.

Based on the climate and moon phase, I guess it should be early September or early October, not long after autumn begins.

If it is early September, then it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival soon.

Jingyuan suddenly understood what Li Bai was feeling when he wrote "Silent Night Thoughts".

"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground."

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown."

After reciting the poem he had learned when he was young, he shook his head, returned to the room, covered the brazier and extinguished the fire.

The room was dark and quiet, with Xiaobai curled up at his feet.

"Good night." He said softly, not knowing who to tell.
Chapter completed!