In front of the roasted mouse stall, the fat man looked at the girl's leaving back, and tears began to fall down. When he raised his hand to wipe his tears, he found two strangers standing in front of him. He immediately stopped crying and sobbed.

: "You two, do you want to buy a mouse?"

"Do you know Li Dongbao?" Ning Zhe asked, looking at the fat man with hazy eyes.

"Well, he is my brother, and my name is Li Dongfa!" The fat man nodded.

"Your brother..." Ning Zhe looked at Li Dongfa, who had just experienced a breakup, and for a moment he didn't know how to tell him about Li Dongbao's death.

"What's wrong with my brother?" Li Dongfa sniffed and his expression became nervous.

"Your brother was captured and sent to a distant mining area to work as a laborer!" Lin Xun responded before Ning Zhe. Although being sent to a bitter and cold place to work as a laborer was no different from being sent to death, the blow

It's finally much smaller.

"Ah?!" Li Dongfa opened his eyes wide after listening to the conversation between the two: "When did this happen?"

"It's been two or three days. We are your brother's best friends, but unfortunately, we couldn't save him." Ning Zhe was originally prepared to tell the truth, but Lin Xun had already told a white lie.

, he could only say the next words.

"Why am I so unlucky!" Li Dongfa heard this and began to squat on the ground and cry loudly: "I just saved enough money to bring my brother over for the winter! Why was he taken away!"

The two coaxed each other for a long time, and Fatty Li had no choice but to accept the fact that in the refugee areas, people often disappeared for no apparent reason, and at least half of these missing people were taken to remote areas to work as laborers. For refugees,

, this is an irresistible fate.

After Fatty Li reluctantly accepted the double blow, he asked Ning Zhe: "Brother Zhe, did my brother leave anything for me before he left?"

"Your brother is very worried about you, afraid that you won't be able to live alone, so he asked me to take care of you. Where do you live now?" Although Ning Zhe doesn't know Fatty Li, at first glance, this man has a kind of scorn.

With his bad temperament, he was obviously a doormat. No wonder Li Dongbao was so worried about him before he died.

Fatty Li sniffed: "I have no place to live. All the shacks in our previous village were burned down because someone was infected with the plague. I built a small shack by myself on the edge of the city."

"Come with me. I have a house in a market town in the east of the city. Winter is coming now. If you continue like this, you will freeze to death. As for setting up a stall, you can do it over there." Ning Zhe said.

Invited.

"But is this appropriate?" Fatty Li was a little moved, because the gangsters here bullied him every day, and it was too scary for him to live alone in the wilderness.

"Your brother and I are very good friends, and we agreed to take care of you for him. My house is quite spacious and can accommodate the three of us!" Ning Zhe raised his head and glanced at the sun: "It's almost time, you and me

Let me go!"

"Great! Brother Zhe, please help me look at the stall! I'll go back and pack things now! If anyone comes to buy mice and lizards, they cost two yuan each!" As Fatty Li spoke, he took off his apron.

He turned around and ran away, the fat on his body trembling wildly.

"This fat man's personality is different from Dongbao!" Lin Xun looked at Fatty Li's back and was at a loss for words: "It doesn't even feel like he was born by the same mother."

"Well, it's a bit silly." Ning Zhe also nodded. Fatty Li's character seems not suitable for the wasteland.

Fatty Li's roasted mice and grilled lizards are sold for two yuan a skewer, which is a very affordable price, but for the refugees who only have five yuan a day and have to save money to buy the clothes they need for the winter, it's not cheap either.

Not many people came to buy mice.

Ning Zhe, who was born as a hunter, was familiar with barbecue and skillfully operated the stove. However, Fatty Li's homemade charcoal was of poor quality and produced a lot of smoke when burning.

After waiting for about five minutes, a customer finally arrived.

Five young people in strange clothes stood in front of the stall. One of them looked at Ning Zhe with an afro: "Hey! Protect your lungs!"

"Thank you!" Ning Zhe nodded. It seemed that he was a good person. He knew that barbecue was very smoky, but he also asked himself to protect his lungs.

"I said protect your lungs! Protect your lungs, do you understand?!" Afro was a little angry.

"I know, I'll try to wear a mask next time!" Ning Zhe was speechless. Although this person had a good intention, he didn't seem to have anything to say.

Afro: "???"

"What kind of mask are you wearing? Are you pretending to be stupid with us? Get your money quickly!" A bald man next to him was a little anxious.

Lin Xun: "???"

"Friends, why do you come to my place to buy things? Why do you ask me for money?" Ning Zhe looked at the people on the other side and was a little confused. The word "protection fee" is a term used exclusively by gangsters in the old world. I don't know it recently.

Someone mentioned it again, but it hasn't spread completely yet, so this is the first time Ning Zhe has heard of it.

"I'll buy you, uncle! Where is that damn fat guy? Where has he gone?" Afro found that Ning Zhe seemed to really not understand, and explained impatiently: "The so-called protection fee means that you set up a stall here, and we

I’m responsible for protecting your safety so that you don’t get into trouble, and you have to give me money, do you understand?”

"Understood!" Ning Zhe suddenly realized that these grandchildren were not environmental ambassadors, but robbers.

Afro rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand: "Take ten dollars!"

"From today on, this stall will be under my protection, and you won't need it anymore. If there's any trouble, I can handle it myself!" Ning Zhe turned over the mouse in his hand and spoke without raising his head.

"Damn! Are you robbing me of my life? I'm telling you! If you don't pay the money, I will be your biggest trouble!" Afro glared.

"Haha." Ning Zhe grinned: "Then I advise you not to cause trouble for yourself."

Afro was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand violently: "Brothers! Smash his stall for me!"

"..."

Several gangsters nearby heard this and stood motionless.

The stall in front of me was just a platform made of loess, with a deep pit on top. Except for the red charcoal and the roasted and greasy mice, there was nothing that could be smashed.

"Beat them!" Afro also realized this and waved his hand violently.

"Hula la!"

Hearing this, several people nearby rushed towards the two of them like swarms of swarms.

"Bang!"

When Ning Zhe saw the other person making a move, he quickly stepped forward and hit one of them in the face with an elbow. Then he held down the other person's shoulder like lightning and hit his lower abdomen with his knee.

After knocking down the two of them one after another, Ning Zhe dodged Afro's fist, grabbed his hair, and instantly placed the knife in his hand across his neck.

As ruthless men who can suppress more than a hundred households in the east of the city, Ning Zhe and Lin Xun's fighting skills are definitely not in vain.
Chapter completed!