If the sun is omitted, the sun will rise thousands of miles away.
White smoke rises from the chimney of a house on the top of the mountain.
In the hearth of the house.
The flames burned and the dry wood crackled.
The water in the iron pot has boiled and is bubbling.
A middle-aged woman took out four tortillas from the cloth bag, broke them apart little by little, and crumbled them into pieces.
Throw these crumbled tortillas into this huge iron pot.
Dried corn is difficult to swallow because it contains too little water.
Therefore, many survivors choose to cook the tortillas into paste after buying them. One tortilla can be cooked into a pot of paste.
But there are more than 20 people in Qingtianyuan. Just a piece of corn cake will be very, very watery, and you won't feel anything at all when you drink it.
4 pieces of corn tortillas, calculated, neat, not too sticky and not too thin.
Since the tortillas were launched in the trading market, they have been sought after by many survivors.
It is small in size, has sufficient portion, and has a long shelf life.
You can eat it directly, boil it into a paste, or bake it.
You can even fold the tortilla in half and put some meat or vegetables in the middle to make a pie.
The tortillas soften quickly when exposed to hot water.
The middle-aged woman held a long iron spoon and stirred vigorously with both hands.
Soon.
The kitchen is filled with a strong aroma of polenta.
At this moment, another woman walked in from outside. She took a pot of chopped vegetables and poured them into the large iron pot.
"Don't cook it for too long. If you cook it for too long, it will become lumpy and unpalatable." She put down the bamboo basket and said to the woman who was stirring.
"Don't worry, I've cooked it so many times, but it got lumpy once."
"Aunt Zhao, when are you ready? I smelled the aroma outside and I'm starving to death." Lin Lu asked with a smile as a head came through the door.
Aunt Zhao, who was stirring the corn paste, turned her head and saw Lin Lu, and replied with a smile:
"It's almost time. In a few minutes, you can invite everyone over for dinner."
"Okay." Lin Lu ran outside happily.
"It's time to eat..." he shouted in a protracted tone.
Eating is the happiest moment of his day. There is no happiness more satisfying than the feeling of a solid stomach after eating.
The survivors in the apocalypse have been hungry for a long time.
Especially in a team, fairness becomes extremely important to ensure harmony, stability and unity.
Everyone eats at the same time, and everyone's portions must be distributed fairly.
People who are tired from physical work should take half a spoonful more, and those who contribute less should take half a spoon less.
Most of the time, they don't have enough to eat.
Following Lin Lu's shout, people from upstairs and downstairs, as well as those who were loosening soil outside, ran over in an instant.
They took their respective rice bowls and came to the yard outside the kitchen.
In the kitchen.
Aunt Zhao used a large spoon to scoop the cornstarch paste from the iron pot into a plastic bucket.
The plastic bucket is large and can hold dozens of liters of water.
After scooping the polenta in the iron pot into a plastic bucket, she used a plastic spoon to scoop out a little water and poured it into the iron pot.
The iron spoon kept scratching on the edge of the iron pot, scraping off the remaining layer of corn paste in the iron pot.
Then stir with an iron spoon and scoop the remaining corn paste in the iron pot into a plastic bucket.
Before the end of the world, this kind of thing would be like shabu-shabu water, but in this end of the world, where materials and food are extremely scarce, not a single bit of food can be wasted.
The iron pot was washed very clean, and then Aunt Zhao and Aunt Feng walked out carrying the plastic bucket.
Boom!
The plastic bucket landed in front of the wooden table with a dull sound.
Aunt Zhao used the long iron spoon inserted in the plastic bucket and vigorously stirred the paste inside to incorporate the layer of shabu-shabu water on the surface.
Snap!
"Bring me a bowl."
Everyone lined up one by one to take the rice bowls over.
Bang!
Aunt Zhao scooped a full spoonful of corn paste into the rice bowl on Lin Road. It was a little sticky and yellow with green in it.
The yellow ones are corn paste, and the green ones are the sweet potato leaves that Aunt Li just put in.
Sweet potatoes are full of treasures, easy to maintain and can grow by cuttings.
Moreover, it does not require much water resources and the output is still large.
The leaves can be used as vegetables, and the roots can be used as staple food.
Aunt Zhao scooped two full tablespoons of corn paste into the Linlu rice bowl.
Lin Lu picked up the rice bowl and walked back to the wooden table.
This cooked polenta is not very good-looking, it looks a bit like daddy, which was used to feed pigs before the end of the world.
But in the apocalypse, this is a rare food.
After all, corn tortillas also contain salt and cooking oil, both of which are necessary for the human body.
Without salt, people would have no strength to work.
Without oil and water, the whole person looks malnourished, and even the hair will become yellow and split.
Under the supervision of everyone, Aunt Zhao distributed different amounts of cornstarch to everyone according to the different divisions of labor and different contributions.
And she herself beat herself in the end.
Only in this way can we ensure the greatest degree of fairness.
Zheng Hanbing got two spoonfuls of cornstarch, picked it up and started drinking.
Slippery.
This kind of sound echoed throughout the courtyard, but no one said anything.
They didn't have enough to eat, and sometimes they were woken up by hunger in the middle of the night. They had something to eat in the morning, so they had no time to chat and spank.
Lin Lu drank up the cornstarch in the rice bowl and then licked the rice bowl.
I raised my head and saw Aunt Zhao put down her chopsticks, poured two basins of water into the plastic bucket, and washed them.
Give each person another spoonful of the extremely thin polenta.
A few minutes later.
Zheng Hanbing put down his chopsticks and rice bowl, and put the rice bowl into the small package behind his back.
He saw others still eating and didn't rush them.
They walked to the entrance of the yard and rechecked the poles and baskets. The baskets were filled with vegetables, which were half of the vegetables they had recently planted.
The remaining half was dried and made into dried vegetables, which is beneficial to preservation.
The baskets were pressed very firmly, and all twenty baskets were filled with vegetables.
One basket weighs nearly 50 kilograms, and two baskets weigh up to 100 kilograms.
There are 1,000 kilograms of vegetables here. According to the average price of vegetables purchased at the trading market, which is about 0.35 points each, they can probably sell them for 350 points.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The purchase price in the trading market is one point less than the selling price.
If they can sell it in the trading market themselves, they can earn dozens more points.
But...they have so many vegetables that they may not be able to sell them all at once. If they are stored for a long time, the vegetables will not be fresh, and they will not be sold.
A pound of vegetables costs more than a tortilla.
This is inevitable, after all, corn tortillas contain starch, which can fill you up and provide energy to your body.
Although vegetables are rich in vitamins, they are not enough to fill you up.
For most survivors, what they care more about is whether they can eat enough.
And to sell in the business district of the trading market, you either set up a street stall or rent a shop to sell.
Setting up a street stall also requires paying a certain fee.
If they only have a few dozen kilograms of vegetables, they can rent a small stall. The stall fee is cheaper, the quantity is small, and they can be sold faster.
But they now have 1,000 kilograms of vegetables, so the rental stall area must be larger.
After comprehensive consideration, they still felt that it would be more appropriate to sell it to the trading market.
There are many Level 3 non-staff personnel in the trading market, and they are the main group that can afford vegetables.
After checking the vegetables in the basket, Zheng Hanbing covered the cloth again.
There was some worry in his eyes. The last time he led a team to the trading market, he was targeted by someone. He didn't know if he would be robbed this time.
When approaching the trading market, he still had to take the mountain road, he thought to himself.
After a while, when all the people who set out to sell vegetables this time had finished eating, they came out with weapons in hand and put the cold weapons into the baskets.
"Brother Zheng, when do we set off?"
Zheng Hanbing looked at the sky and saw that the sun had risen.
So he walked to the yard and said to Lin Muguang: "Captain Lin, let's go."
Lin Muguang stood up, approached him, patted his shoulder and said:
"Pay attention to safety on the road. If you really encounter someone who robs you, just throw away the basket and run away. Food is important, but your lives are more important."
"Don't worry, I understand, let's go." Zheng Hanbing nodded, turned and walked out of the yard.
Lin Muguang watched them leave.
Zheng Hanbing led nine people, carrying vegetables on poles, and walked down the mountain.
Each of them carried 100 kilograms of vegetables, which was not very strenuous for them.
The difficulty lies in carrying these 100 kilograms of vegetables and walking nearly 30 kilometers.
They were the ones who ate the most in the morning. They had food in their stomachs and had the strength to work.
The pole was bent under the weight of the basket. They were carrying the heavy basket, and their breathing rhythm and the up and down swing of the pole formed a certain fixed frequency.
This is their secret to carrying such a heavy load and walking thirty kilometers.
...
Starting at around eight o'clock in the morning, four hours passed by in a blink of an eye.
They kept walking at a speed of five kilometers per hour, taking two five-minute breaks in between.
Twelve noon.
They found a shady place to stop and rest.
The sun is shining high and the sun is scorching.
They sat under the tree, taking off their bamboo hats to fan themselves.
"Brother Zheng, how far is it?" asked a young man with a mole on his nose.
Zheng Hanbing looked around, thought for a while and said:
"According to our speed, we should be there in another three hours. Let's rest for half an hour, eat something and drink some water before we hit the road."
"It's already October, why is it still so hot?" said a person next to Zheng Hanbing.
"Yeah, it's so hot, goo-dong, go-dong."
"Eat, I'm starving."
They are taking the main road now, which is easier to walk.
Now he calculated that there were still about ten kilometers left. If he took the main road, it would take two hours. However, in order to avoid encountering people who would block the road and rob him, he decided that it would be better to take the mountain road for the last five kilometers.
To avoid encountering robbing thugs.
Zheng Hanbing said to everyone: "Everyone, please keep an eye on your surroundings. If you find any zombies, warn everyone immediately."
"Don't worry, the zombies are here, just pierce them with a spear." The young man with a mole on his nose said with a smile.
His nose was covered with sweat, making his mole more obvious.
"Xiaowu, hey! You can't say that." A slightly older middle-aged man said:
"Be careful anyway."
While they were on the road, they also encountered two waves of zombies, but they were only a few scattered ones.
Moreover, it is still under the sun and moves very slowly, so it can be easily solved.
Zheng Hanbing took out the tortilla from the package, broke off a small piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.
This tortilla has been out for a while and tastes a bit hard.
It is also dry and feels like powder after chewing, making it difficult to swallow.
It is very rare for people like them to be able to eat a piece of corn cake alone.
They have to carry heavy objects for such a long distance, and they don't have the physical strength to carry them without enough food.
Eating dry corn tortillas, they picked vegetables from time to time to eat.
This can be regarded as a hidden benefit for them to sell things.
Zheng Hanbing took a bite of corn cake and drank a sip of water.
Looking at the vegetables in the basket, he felt a little emotional. These vegetables could only be exchanged for more than 1,200 corn tortillas.
There are more than 20 people in their team, and if one person eats two vegetables a day, these vegetables can only supply them with tortillas for a month.
It's hard...
rustle~
Suddenly a gust of wind blew.
It takes away the heat and cools people all over.
Zheng Hanbing squinted his eyes and felt the cool breeze.
roar!
Whoosh!
"ah!!!"
A scream suddenly came from behind!
Zheng Hanbing shivered all over, and saw Xiao Wu who was peeing not far away and was knocked down by a zombie.
The zombie was very large, with an unusually burly upper body.
"Power zombie!" Zheng Hanbing exclaimed. The next second, he picked up the machete from the ground and rushed over.
"Xiao Wu, hold on!" Several other people also noticed and rushed over there with weapons in hand.
Xiao Wu used both hands to press the forehead and chin of the powerful zombie hard to prevent the zombie from biting him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But this power zombie is too strong, and the zombie's mouth is getting closer and closer to Xiao Wu's head.
"Ah! I can't hold it anymore..."
Click!
The zombie's sharp teeth bit Xiao Wu's face,
Stab!
Half of Xiao Wu's face was bitten off by zombies.
"Ah!! Me!" Xiao Wu shouted in pain.
Click!
The zombie bit his face a few more times, and Xiao Wu completely stopped moving.
And all this happened in just two or three seconds.
Phew!
A middle-aged man carried a pole with two sharp ends and stabbed it into the zombie's head.
This power zombie's head was pierced with a pole.
thump!
He fell on Xiao Wu's body.
This powerful zombie happened to be pressing on Xiao Wu, and it had not eaten for a long time, so as soon as it caught Xiao Wu, it couldn't wait to eat.
Normally, when power-type zombies stand up, it would be difficult for them to attack at close range.
"Xiao Wu!" Zheng Hanbing let out a mournful cry.
The living person who was chatting and spanking with him just now died in front of him.
As the team leader, he has the greatest responsibility.
And Xiaowu is still the youngest in their team.
Everyone pushed the power zombie away together and looked at the bloody Xiao Wu. Everyone's faces were full of grief.
Xiaowu is so active and young, but he is born with...
"Fuck!" A man looked at Xiao Wu's body and couldn't help but cursed.
Then he stabbed the zombie corpse several times with his spear.
"well......"
"Brother Zheng, what should we do now?" Xie Dali asked.
Zheng Hanbing looked at the bushes not far away, sighed and said:
"Dig a hole for Xiao Wu, don't let the zombies eat his body."
Everyone endured their grief and dug a hole on the roadside together.
The nine of them were very fast, and in less than ten minutes they dug a pit that could accommodate the body.
Put the corpse into the pit, bury it with soil and flatten it.
Zheng Hanbing said in a hoarse voice:
"Put the five small baskets of vegetables into everyone's own baskets."
"It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time. Let's leave here and go to the trading market now."
"good......"
When leaving, Zheng Hanbing looked at a small earth bag made of random stones.
His eyes were full of guilt.
"It would have been better if I had looked more carefully just now..."
A living life was just gone.
Even though they were used to it, they still felt a dull pain in their hearts.
After spending many years together day and night, their relationship has become as close as family.
The dead lie down, but they still have to carry the burden,
