The anger made Song Zhenping instantly forget his previous plan, but he only reacted when he saw Song Liyun wink through the broken window.
He could only let Song Laoer grab his collar and throw the quilt out of the hospital.
Song Zhenping stopped begging and took Xiao An, who was shivering, with a ragged quilt in his arms, back to Li Zheng's house, waiting to gather and set off at Mao o'clock the next day.
Song Liyun was still locked in the ear room, with boiling magma deep in his quiet eyes.
Through the small window whose paper had been completely torn, she could clearly see the scene just now.
Song Zhangping was going to do corvee work on the construction site, and he had to take Xiao An with him.
It was a cold night...for the two of them, Mrs. Gu didn't even give them a bedding and asked them to sleep on a haystack on the construction site.
And that Song Shuirong.
When Xiao An saw her just now, he was so scared that he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.
I don’t know how many times I have been beaten and scolded by her before I can do such skillful movements.
Song Liyun narrowed his eyes slightly, gently touched the sharp military thorn in his hand, and snorted coldly: The suffering of the Song family's main house will end tonight!
At night, Xiaoshi Village did not fall into silence as in the past. Instead, as time went by, it became noisy.
Because they had to rush to the town to meet and set off at Mao hour, Xiaoshi Village, ten miles away from Qingping Town, lit up the lights two hours in advance. The diligent wives were preparing dry food for their men on the road.
Song Lao Er's house was quiet as usual, until the dogs in the village were barking loudly, and the sounds of knocking on the door and calling people came one after another, which indicated that the village was gathering and preparing to leave for the town.
This kind of excitement was rare to see. Song Laoer put on his clothes and walked towards the entrance of the village among the people seeing him off.
Looking at the women who were crying and wiping away their tears, Song Laoer curled his lips and said: "What the hell, isn't it just going to the county town to build roads? It's like going to the execution ground to die."
His words drew several angry scoldings: "If you can't stand and talk without pain in your back, you're just building roads. Then call that kid from your big room back and let you do it instead."
"That's right, I don't feel bad for someone who is not my biological child. I only know how to torment other people's children."
"Song Laoer, if you do too many immoral things, you will always be punished by God."
Ever since the eldest son of the Song family was stoned to death while doing corvee work ten years ago, people in Xiaoshi Village were afraid of carrying the corvée.
Although accidents in the past few years have only been minor incidents, it still makes people feel frightened every time they go out.
He was afraid that if the pillars of his family were broken, he would end up like the Song family, with his family ruined and his wife and children without a home.
Song Laoer was scolded so badly that he was left alone without help and could not scold these resentful wives. He could only squeeze aside in frustration and watch the people go off with great interest.
At the entrance of the Song Family Courtyard, Mrs. Gu and Little Mrs. Gu also looked towards the entrance of the village with their necks hunched.
Hearing the commotion of the crowd, Mrs. Gu cursed: "Those sluts are still rolling their eyes at me today, I hope a few of them die this time."
Little Mrs. Gu rubbed her swollen waist and whispered: "The village will be much quieter this time around. When the Xue family comes to pick up people in the evening, there will be fewer people to bother us."
The pick-up time for the Xue family is in the evening, which was specially reminded by Song Laoer.
After staying up all night without rest, and with few men at home, every household will surely close its doors early when it gets dark.
Since no one is wandering around in the village, there is no need to worry about the little bitch making trouble and being laughed at.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were standing at the entrance of the courtyard, fascinated, unaware of any movement behind them in the direction of the ear room.
A long, thin stick-shaped object poked out from the broken window of the ear room.
In the cold moonlight, the silver-white long pole glowed with coldness, as if it was blending into the moonlight without anyone noticing it.
Song Liyun used a shrinking steel needle to pick up the rope on the door, ducked out of the house, and tied the hemp rope back to its original shape. After taking a look at the backs of the two women at the door of the courtyard, she calmly walked into the kitchen.
Wherever his arm waved, the pots, pans, firewood, rice, oil, and salt that Song Lao Er had just bought in the morning disappeared silently.
Then the trunks and cupboards belonging to Mrs. Gu and Mr. and Mrs. Song, as well as the gift boxes carried by the Xue family, disappeared one by one.
Even the bedding in the kang cabinet was gone.
Song Shuirong in the side room did not go out to watch the excitement. She was lying on the kang, unable to sleep due to the noise outside. She was so angry that she wanted to curse, but she felt a cool feeling on the tip of her nose and fell asleep immediately.
Song Liyun took back the powerful hallucinogen and put it back into space.
This kind of apocalyptic biotechnology can quickly stun even the most ferocious mutant bears, making it extremely difficult to deal with mere humans.
As a scavenger who has been walking around ruins for ten years, he is likely to encounter any dangers. Song Liyun has many small ways to save his life.
Unfortunately, when encountering a huge swarm of mutated rats, all small methods are in vain. The only way is to evacuate quickly.
So in the end of the world, Song Liyun lost his electric spine gun, and the things in the space died before they had a chance to be used.
Taking advantage of this day's alone time, she had organized her own space and put all her weapons and equipment in convenient places.
Song Liyun walked into Song Shuirong's room in a swaggering manner. She quickly put away a large suitcase without looking at the person on the kang.
There are clothes for all seasons inside, as well as several new beddings.
Those are the dowries prepared by the Song family for Song Shuirong, who is fifteen years old.
Twelve-year-old Song Xiaobao lives in a school in the town. When he is not at home, Song Liyun still collects his clothes, shoes and socks.
The pigs that grunted in the pen and the chickens that usually clucked were extremely quiet at this time. They even seemed to be dead, fell straight down in the pen, and then disappeared.
Next, something even weirder happened.
The green vegetables in the vegetable patch behind the Song family house and the piles of firewood all disappeared.
The whole place seemed to have been carefully cleaned, so clean that not a single vegetable leaf or wooden stick was left.
it's all over!
Song Liyun glanced at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who were still standing at the entrance of the courtyard gesticulating outside, showed a victorious smile, then climbed up the courtyard wall, disappeared into the darkness, and went straight to the entrance of the village in search of the sound.
At this time, Song Zhenping was carrying the quilt on his back, holding Xiao An, and was walking back to the town with the crowd.
Yun'er said that he should just go to town, and she would naturally follow him to find him.
But Song Zhenping felt chills in his heart when he thought of the firmly tied rope on the door of the ear room.
Yun'er said that he should believe her, and Li Zhengye also asked him to take care of himself first, but...but can Yun'er follow her?
His steps became slower and slower, and his fingers subconsciously clenched, causing Xiao An's face to scrunch up in pain.
But he remained silent, just resting his face on his brother's arm.
Just when Song Zhenping was at the end of the queue, almost unable to walk due to worry, a man walked from the front of the crowd, his tall and thin body standing out in the dark.
The man walked up to Song Zhenping in a few steps, grabbed his arm and whispered: "If you don't leave quickly, Girl Yun is already waiting for us in front."
After saying that, he picked up Xiao An and walked forward quickly.
"What? Uncle Kui, are you telling the truth? Where is Yun'er?"
Song Zhenping seemed to hear the sound of nature, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked around for it.
But except for the torches in the crowd, the surroundings were still dark and he couldn't see anything.