The village in front of you is not big, surrounded by green trees and giant trees. They are silently guarding this homeland.
Under the shade of green trees, a winding path runs through the entire village. Beside the path is green grass, and from time to time, you can see a few strong and thick broad beans planted sparsely.
In the middle of the village, there is a crystal clear pond, and country villas with red bricks and blue tiles add a little bit of spirituality, like a pure land that has faded away from the glitz of the city and washed away the hustle and bustle of the world.
"This place is good, suitable for retirement," Yu Beichuan sighed. It would be hard to find a place like this before the end of the world. As he walked and looked around, his originally anxious and restless mood slowly calmed down.
"Ho ho..." Not far ahead, a few zombies were staggering around, making disgusting sounds out of curiosity, "Next door to the horse," Yu Beichuan was so angry that he went crazy.
"Let's send you to reincarnation," Yu Beichuan was angry that they destroyed the beautiful thoughts in his heart. He quickly stepped forward, took out his sword and swung it, killing several zombies with a few swords.
The zombie fell silently, and he slowly stepped forward without any worries in his heart.
"The top priority is to find a map to understand where you are." Yu Beichuan's first thought was the village management committee. The village management committee is the smallest management department in the administrative level of Utota planet. Many things are sparrows.
Small and well-equipped.
As the smallest basic unit in the lowest level of administrative management, at the very least, a map of the local administrative area should be indispensable.
As expected by Yu Beichuan, the village management village will be located in the center of the village, a four-story blue office building with a wide open-air square and stage in front of the building.
In the middle of the small office building, there is a sign with black characters on a white background and the name of the Jiang'an Village Management Committee of S City, with the words "Model Village Management Committee" as a five-star sign below it.
On both sides of the entrance to the building, there are more than a dozen various signs hung densely, such as "Residence of the Zheng Family", "Management Committee of the Han Family", etc. It looks dazzling and overwhelming.
I don't know since when, "hanging up signs" seems to have become a trend on the planet Utota. The more signs are hung, the wider the family's scope of influence. In fact, the family has only a few village management committee cadres.
There are a lot of signs, "the walls are covered with signs" and "the signs can't be hung". Every family, big or small, on the planet Utota wants a piece of the pie, completely deviating from the original intention of hanging the signs.
Logically speaking, the sign posted by the village management committee is a kind of "instruction" and "notification".
Let the public know about this unit so that they can go the right way and enter the right door when doing things.
However, for the sake of profit and to create "positions" for their subordinates, many families on the planet Utota put on "hats" and tried every means to get some "signs" to hang up to show their family's participation in the management of Jiang'an Village.
Family power disputes, they believe that with a "brand" they have the right to speak, reflect their existence, and have more "face" when inspected by the family's upper management.
"Haha," Yu Beichuan curled his lips. These families just put up their names just "on the wall" and not "attention." On the planet Utota, strength is respected, and family interests are entangled. In fact, in the end, strength does not speak for itself.
In any case, Yu Beichuan felt happy when he saw the sign of the Village Management Committee. After all, he had to fight for many days before returning to the boundaries of S City.
In the open square in front of the village committee, there are hundreds of zombies wandering together. They are standing shoulder to shoulder, swaying and wandering, leaving the lawn in front of the village committee building and the green plants bare, exposing patches here and there.
The yellow mud lumps look very unsightly.
Viewed from here, the stair grille gate of the village management committee building is tightly closed, a large number of tables and chairs are piled up on the entrance stairs, and the stairway is tightly blocked.
According to common sense, Yu Beichuan analyzed that there are people in this small building!
At this time, in a multimedia conference room on the fourth floor of the Village Management Committee, about thirty people of all ages were crowded, lying on the ground in a mess.
They were listless and silent.
An old man with a bright head and pale face sat blankly on the ground. He had snow-white hair and a gray face that didn't look bright at all. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Around him, there were several middle-aged men squatting, and a young, tall and thin boy leaned alone in front of the window, silent.
"Let's discuss it again. After waiting for so many days, it seems that the whole world is the same. Don't think about any rescue." The old man with a bright head and pale face sighed.
"Third uncle, if you had listened to me and all the living dead hadn't gathered together and rushed out together, we wouldn't have ended up like this." A short, middle-aged man spat hard on the ground, angrily.
Yell quietly.
Sometimes, I really wish that everything could happen again, but things are unpredictable and no one expected that much at the time.
"It makes no sense to talk about this now. Let's think of a solution together." A red-faced man lowered his voice. He also felt helpless. He had been waiting for many days and there was no rescue.
"The only solution now is to save myself. I am old. I will lead people to rush down from the south and wait until
The living dead are catching up, Jiaming, you lead the others to break out from the north, there are boats by the river." The old man with a bright head and pale face said one word at a time.
"Uncle San, I can't..." The tall, thin young man leaning against the window was in deep sorrow. Everyone knew that the first person to rush out in this wave would surely die.
"Jia Ming, you are a college student. From now on, the village will listen to you, as long as you can run around!" The bright-faced old man looked at the tall and thin young man, his eyes full of trust.
"That's right, Jiaming, my second uncle will help you clear the way!" The red-faced man said firmly.
"Third uncle, second uncle, I..."
"Stop talking, Jiaming, the village chief said so, count me in!" A middle-aged man stood up, he had already made up his mind.
"Count me in, I am the management team leader of the village team!" The short middle-aged man said with an upright look on his face.
"I'll do it!"
"And me, I'm not afraid of death..." Five or six men lying on the ground got up and signed up one after another.
"That's enough, the others have to make sure to break through!" The bright-faced old man drank in a low voice and ordered seven or eight people.
"Li Yi, give all the food to everyone, and we will break out in half an hour." The bright-faced old man has great prestige in the village, and the villagers have always been convinced. Now that the decision has been made, the short middle-aged man started
Divide the food equally.
There were no quarrels or noises among the group of people. Everyone was quietly eating the little food they got. They couldn't run far if they didn't have the physical strength to break through.
"Eat more..." Someone divided half of the food in his hand and handed it to the other seven or eight people who were attracting zombies.
"No more." The short middle-aged man refused.
"If you eat something and feel something in your belly, at least you won't be a starved ghost when you die." The man who handed over the food said in a low voice.
On the eve of the moon, the village management committee purchased a batch of moon cakes, candies, fruits, drinks and other food, which were originally scheduled to be distributed before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Some villagers suggested that on the 15th day of the month, the moon would be 16 yuan, and the whole village would perform a cultural performance on the 16th night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Save it for the party.
Now that living conditions have improved, no one lacks this thing.
This suggestion was unanimously approved by all the villagers, and the purchased food has been piled on the upper floor of the village management committee. Relying on this food, this group of people was able to survive.
They had been living frugally for more than ten days, and until yesterday, there was not much food left, and they could no longer wait for rescue, so the scene just happened.