Don’t panic when the apocalypse comes, stock up on food first and then guns

Yuge Village.

late at night.

"Wow, grandma, we have noodles to eat today!!!"

"Eat noodles, I want to eat noodles too!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, you can all eat noodles today, let's go play first, ah."

Several little children gathered around the stove, looking at the boiling water in the pot with gleaming eyes.

Several old ladies were rolling out noodles while driving them out. An old man was sitting in front of the stove to light the fire.

Looking down, the old man's legs were gone from the knees down. The knees were wrapped with two pieces of scrap tire skin, used as shoes for walking.

There were more than twenty old people in the dimly lit room.

Almost all of these people are over sixty or seventy years old.

The old village chief sat on the small bench at the door, lovingly looking at the little baby chasing each other in the yard.

"These little babies were born at the wrong time."

Next to the old village chief, a thin old man with white beard and hair raised his hand with difficulty and wiped the corners of his cloudy eyes.

The eyes of the old ladies who were rolling out noodles were also red.

One of them was pressing the noodles, but he couldn't help but cover his face and cry loudly.

Hearing the cries, the little girl with tangled hair ran in from outside and walked to the old lady with concern.

"Grandma, why are you crying? Does your stomach hurt? Can I give you a breath?"

The old lady trembled and stroked her hair, "Little Hua, go and play with everyone. Grandma is fine. It's just a mosquito that got into her eye. Go quickly, good child."

The old lady rushed her several times before Xiaohua walked back out of the kitchen step by step.

The old village chief tapped the floor with his cane, "Why don't you cry? Let the dolls play for a while."

"understood."

The old lady wiped away her tears and continued to press the noodles hard.

It’s just that the tears fell uncontrollably into the flour and were kneaded into balls...

The old village chief said in a deep voice, "As long as we old guys are alive for a day, those young people will not leave. Sooner or later we will drag them to death."

The old lady looked at the village chief with tears in her eyes, "Village Chief, is there really no other way?

As soon as we are old, we will die when we die, but the dolls are so young, it would be too cruel to let them die with us..."

"It would be even crueler to leave them behind and be bitten to death by zombies!"

The old village chief's hand holding the cane trembled slightly, "Only by completely cutting off the binding rope can the eagle fly higher. Otherwise, everyone will be trapped on the cliff and die."

"These innocent dolls, I just hope they will not be reborn in such an unlucky era in their next life."

The one-eyed old man came out with a jar of wine and placed it on the table.

"The poisonous dragon wine inside is used to deal with poisonous insects in the mountains. You have all used my medicinal wine. When you have rheumatism, rub it and rub it to relieve it.

But this wine cannot be eaten because it is highly poisonous. If you drink it, your throat will be sealed with a sword.

Guaranteed it won’t hurt! "

A dusty transparent glass jar was placed on the table. Inside the wine jar were various poisonous insects and snakes that could not be named.

"Just put a ladle into the noodle soup in the pot later, and we won't have to worry anymore."

The one-eyed old man pretended to be relaxed.

The kitchen fell into silence again, only the sound of firewood burning could be heard.

……

Zhang Long couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. Thinking of the monsters that might break out in the back mountain at any time, he was so anxious that he couldn't calm down at all.

Just take advantage of the moonlight and walk around the village.

Halfway through, I suddenly smelled a strong aroma of rice.

The scent comes from the small yard in front.

Why does it smell like rice?

Normally, rice and noodles can only be used on special occasions.

This time, why are you cooking?

After the apocalypse, everyone in the village eats and drinks in one courtyard, which serves as a canteen, and everyone eats here.

Several elderly people in the village are usually responsible for cooking in the canteen.

In the vegetable field behind the canteen, the old people found some seeds and opened up a two-acre vegetable garden.

Although there are not many seeds, a little here and there, but I have added a few vegetables.

Experienced elderly people will select the food that grows and save high-quality vegetable seeds. In this way, their vegetable and grain varieties will only increase.

Upon smelling this fragrance, Zhang Long's expression instantly became serious.

It's not that he thought they were running a small business, he still believed the village chief on this point.

The village chief is in charge of the kitchen, so this kind of problem is unlikely to occur.

Thinking of what the village chief had said before, he had a vague premonition.

As he got closer, he heard a sound of playing and his brows furrowed even more.

What's going on? It's already midnight, why aren't these little guys sleeping yet?

And from the sounds, there are more than one or two dolls playing.

Zhang Long didn't disturb the little baby at the door, climbed directly in from the side courtyard wall, and walked close to the eaves.

The one-eyed old man had just poured a glass of poisonous dragon wine and was about to pour it into the pot.

Suddenly a voice appeared and his hands trembled in fright, and a few drops of wine instantly fell to the ground.

"Hey, I stayed up most of the night. Are we having a midnight snack?"

The aunts who were rolling out the noodles panicked, and the old man who was lighting the fire accidentally stuffed the village chief's crutch into the stove hole.

The village chief was also confused, but he quickly calmed down.

"It's Aaron Zai, why are you still up so late?"

"Yes, uncle, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"

He looked at the one-eyed old man holding a glass of wine, with a smile on his face.

"Okay, Uncle Zhang, I didn't expect you to hide the wine. Why didn't you take this good thing out earlier?"

"Haha, that's it. I'll keep it for myself to drink."

The one-eyed old man pretended to be calm and placed the cup on the table and capped the wine bottle again.

"The kids are hungry, let's get them some food, Aaron Zai, I promise I won't get them something to eat secretly next time.

Can you give me some respect for this matter today and just pretend you didn’t see it? "

The village chief tried to change the subject.

But Zhang Long knew who he was and knew that it was impossible for him to open a small stove alone without everyone's permission during such a time of food shortage.

Even for the little ones.

So he smiled lightly, walked to the table and sat down.

"It's better to come by chance than by chance. I haven't eaten anything yet. Give me a bowl of noodles. I haven't had such good food in months."

"Uncle Zhang, I'll have a glass of your good wine. You won't be reluctant to part with it, right?"

The one-eyed old man looked at the village chief.

The village chief subconsciously wanted to grab his crutch, but his hand came up empty.

His crutch was placed by an unknown doll next to the stove. It had been burned by the fire until only the head was left outside.

There was no crutch, so the village chief turned his hand and put it back on his knee.

He glanced at Zhang Long accusingly, "Along Zai, that wine is Uncle Zhang's favorite thing, how can you drink it?"

"I want to drink it today! Why can you drink it but I can't?!"