Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

"I have watched Lin Feng grow up. Last year, I told you that you can't trust Lin Tian, ​​but you have to trust Lin Feng. Now you see how high my standards are, right?"

Seeing Lin Feng being so generous, all the wrinkles on Lin Mingyi's face turned into a flower when he smiled.

The more Lin Feng gave, the more secure Lin Mingyi's position as the village chief would be. This time, as long as Lin Mingyi was not dead, no one would dare to disobey him.

"Isn't this Lin Xinrui? Not only does she look younger, but she's also fairer."

"That's right, life in the city is still better. The high temperatures throughout the year not only don't make me darker, but I actually look much whiter."

"Is this Lin Dong? Has he grown so much taller? Almost 1.80 meters?"

"From now on, we have to listen to Lin Feng. We can't just believe what others say. If we had treated Lin Feng well last year, would so many people have died?"

"You didn't see the snowmobile at the entrance of the village. It's so powerful that I don't think even a level 3 superpowered person can break it."

"Where is it? Can you let me take a look? I'll just take a look. I won't scratch the paint."

After receiving New Year's gifts, the villagers began to feel like celebrating the Chinese New Year. The atmosphere suddenly became much more cheerful. A group of teenagers even went to the village entrance to see Lin Feng's snowmobile.

Lin Feng didn't care about them and spent the New Year happily. The car wouldn't break even if it was touched a few times, and it couldn't be damaged even if it was shot at, so it was fine to leave it there.

Following the village chief to his house, we could hear the crackling sound of burning wood in the stove. There were forests all around Linjia Village, so there was no shortage of firewood.

The firewood had been exposed to high temperatures for a year and there had been no rain, so it burned particularly strongly.

There was no light in the house except for the fire. The power had been out for a year, and everyone was used to relying on moonlight for lighting at night.

"Please take a seat. This humble abode is simple and I don't have much to offer you. Have a cup of hot water. I will cook for you and make you some spicy beef."

Lin Mingyi's little house is relatively clean, and a huge kang makes the house warm. Life in the countryside is about firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the warmth of home with neighbors in the village.

"Grandpa Qi, don't worry now that we are here. Don't you want to eat barbecue? Let's have some barbecue in a while."

As he spoke, Lin Feng pushed Lin Mingyi into the inner room. Lin Dong tactfully dragged Lin Mingyi onto the kang. Lin Feng didn't want anyone to know that he had the space.

Lin Mingyi began to ask about life in the city this year, whether there was a shortage of food, whether people were hungry, and how life was like for ordinary people.

Lin Dong and Lin Xinrui sat on the warm kang, took off their coats, and began to talk about life in the city. The three of them were chatting very happily, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

Lin Feng took out the candlesticks and filled the cabinets and corners with candles. Lin Feng had no use for these things, so he used them to illuminate them in an emergency.

I took out more than a dozen ingredients including beef, prawns, scallops, herring, enoki mushrooms, bacon and pork belly from the space and put them in a large pile. If they can't be finished, I will let the old man eat them slowly later. Anyway, they won't be frozen at this temperature and can be kept for a long time.

Five boxes of liquor and ten packs of cigarettes. The old man liked this. He would drink it slowly for a long time. After all, this was one of the few relatives who chose to stand on Lin Feng's side a year ago. These things were what he deserved.

Put aside the floor table, put an outdoor gas stove, light the grill pan, brush it with butter, and these people can eat well.

Just then, Lin Xia came back exhausted, holding a leg of beef in her hand, her eyes full of excitement. She was planning to treat Lin Feng to a decent meal.

"Uncle, this is fresh beef leg, still hot. I have cumin and chili powder, and Grandpa Qi has some wine. I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight!"

But when she entered the house and saw the house full of food, Lin Xia was stunned.

Not to mention that you can't eat these things after the end of the world, you can't buy them back without tens of thousands of dollars before the end of the world.

"Lin Xia, have you got the beef? Quickly prepare the tripe and tripe. We can't just have one dish."

Hearing Lin Xia's voice, Lin Mingyi hurried downstairs. These were all noble people, and he couldn't let others cook.

But as soon as they left the house, the grandfather and grandson stared at each other in shock, speechless.

"It's really horrible and inhumane."

The two people, at the same time, realized how simple and unpretentious the life of rich people is.

"Lin Xia, since you're here, sit down and have a couple of drinks. You can save the beef for making dumplings during the Chinese New Year. It's all ready."

As he spoke, Lin Feng started to put butter and steak into the pan. Lin Feng liked his steak to be nine-tenths rare. If it was too well done, he would have trouble chewing it, and if it was too raw, it would taste weird.

Besides, it was a dead cow, and Lin Feng didn’t want to eat it. He always felt something was weird about it.

When Lin Xia went out, he casually hung the cow leg on the nail outside the door where peppers were hung. This was the village chief's house. Besides, the cow belonged to him, Lin Xia, and everyone had a share. No one would be so shameless as to steal it.

"Uncle, from now on you are my uncle, uncle! I, Lin Xia, respect you!"

Lin Xia quickly opened the box and poured the wine. On the one hand, he really treated Lin Feng as his uncle, and on the other hand, he wanted to drink more. He hadn't drunk alcohol for a year and almost forgot what wine tasted like.

Seeing Lin Xia directly drink up two taels of wine in the glass, Lin Mingyi felt very sad. This is all for me, how much do you want to drink, kid?

However, since Lin Feng was here, Lin Mingyi was too embarrassed to say anything, otherwise he would definitely use his walking stick to beat Lin Xia out.

"Lin Xia, you are already 27, right? It's been such a long time since the end of the world, why are you still saving money to get married? If you find someone you like, can't you just go over and tell him? You are also a second-level psychic, who dares to look down on you?"

While grilling meat, Lin Feng asked, "Lin Xia is not ugly, so why does he need a dowry to marry a wife?"

"Hey, he didn't tell you about this, did he? There's a girl in the village named Xiaofang, she's pretty and kind. Lin Fang is also a Level 2 Psychic, I don't know how many people are eyeing her, Lin Xia is no better than her, so doesn't she have to save up for the betrothal gift?"

Lin Mingyi picked up the small wine glass and took a sip. He couldn't bear to drink this wine. If he could take a sip every day, he would be able to savor it all day long.

Seeing that his secrets were directly exposed by Grandpa Qi, Lin Xia's face turned slightly red. As a level 2 psychic, it is reasonable for him to want to find another level 2 psychic, right?

However, Lin Feng knew Lin Fang. The girl lived in the east end of the village. She was strong and had high standards. Lin Xia wanted to pursue Lin Fang, so it was very likely that she would not like him.

As he spoke, Lin Feng casually glanced towards the east end of the village, and then asked in confusion:

"Okay, Lin Xia, have a cigarette first. The cow is burnt, that's a small matter. Lin Xia, do you think your wife can smoke?"

Lin Xiagang took the cigarette, took a puff, and replied casually.

"How can my wife smoke? Besides, it's the end of the world, where can she get cigarettes?"

Suddenly, Lin Xia seemed to have thought of something and ran out!