When Gu Sheng left, he scattered some vegetable seeds in the yard and simply used a plow to tidy up the vegetable patch in the front yard. Fortunately, the weather was good these days. There was sunshine at noon but it was not too hot.

At present, I have sown some cucumber and tomato seeds, and grape seeds in a corner of the yard. However, cucumbers and grapes are vines, so after we move there later, we will have to find some tree trunks to serve as supports.

I also plan to plant a crabapple tree in another corner. When the crabapple blossoms, it will be a pleasure to sit in the yard and drink tea and appreciate the flowers.

At this time, an alarm sounded outside again, probably a repeated reminder for everyone to stay at home at night.

Gu Tongwan glanced at his watch. He had only turned the soil and went into the house to install the purifier, but several hours had passed. It was already 4:40 in the afternoon. It seemed that time passed very quickly when doing farm work.

On the way back, I could see many people walking slowly on the street. Probably because they were in the inner circle, most of them did not have this sense of crisis. Even the signs of the shops we passed by said that the business hours were until 8 o'clock in the evening.

Although the curfew period was only allowed until 6 p.m., some businesses chose to take the risk and continue to open their shops in order to gain more profits. Even when the Self-Defense Forces came, they would always delay for various reasons.

Currently, the number of Self-Defense Force patrolling the base has been reduced by more than half, so the base has adjusted the work and rest schedule of the Self-Defense Force. In addition to the four shifts mentioned earlier, the original groups of six people have been changed to groups of three. Members equipped with cars are required to be responsible for more than two blocks, and those who walk or ride bicycles are responsible for one block.

The check from the inner circle to the outer circle is not that strict, but if you want to enter the inner circle from the outer circle, the inspection time when passing through the sentry booth has doubled than before. Not only do they have to look at the ID card nameplate, but they also have to register and record, and even let the camera take a picture of the face. The Self-Defense Forces at the sentry booth are already armed with live ammunition, and if any unexpected situation occurs, they must immediately suppress it with firepower.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, alarms rang out in the outer circle. At this time, many Self-Defense Force members could be seen walking with electric batons in their hands. The leading member also held a loudspeaker in his hand, constantly repeating that people on the road should go home quickly.

When Gu Tongwan drove the car to the backyard, he found that the proprietress was directing people to set up several tin houses in the backyard, which were just a few large pieces of iron sheets blocking the original parking lot.

When the proprietress heard the noise, she turned around and found that it was her who came back, so she quickly waved to her and asked her to drive the car into the tin house.

Gu Tongwan parked the car quickly, and after getting out of the car, he heard the proprietress say, "During the beast tide at the base last year, a few crows flew into the yard and pecked at all my things, breaking the glass of the car. This time, just in case, I got some iron sheets to block it."

The proprietress pointed to the pickup truck next to her, and sure enough, she saw a dent in the door handle, and there were traces of repainting.

Originally, Gu Tongwan thought it was just a normal bump, but he didn't expect it was pecked by the mutant crow.

The proprietress had someone bring over several large pieces of iron sheets that were just enough to enclose the two cars in the backyard. There was already an awning on top, and another piece of iron sheet was placed on top of the awning. The remaining iron sheets were reinforced with wire mesh. Even if there were a flock of mutant crows, they could at least hold them off for a while.

"Did the base officially notify anyone about the presence of a flock of mutated crows?" Gu Tongwan asked.

The lady boss tried to knock on the iron sheet and confirmed the quality before turning around and saying, "No, but last year two crows attacked this place and I was just taking precautions. If they hadn't come, that would have been the best. I'd just use it as a temporary iron house. Anyway, these pieces of iron sheets were pulled from the construction site and are all discarded billboards. I only spent over 200 credits."

Gu Tongwan nodded. It was almost half past five in the afternoon. The proprietress had already asked Xiaoli to close the roller shutter outside the guesthouse. As a result, she saw the boss of a sweet soup shop opposite sitting shirtless at the door of the shop, browsing on his phone, completely ignoring the content of the broadcast.

The people in the shop next door were busy packing up their things. Seeing his leisurely look, they asked, "Lao Mo, why are you still standing at the door? Why don't you pack up your stall?"

"Well, there's no need to worry. The base is probably just exaggerating. I was at the base last year. When the beast tide came, there were just a few more rats, but the base wasn't affected. Besides, I lived in the outer suburbs at that time. I think the government just wants to divert our attention. I heard recently that the top leaders are going to replace a group of people, but they don't want us to know, so they just use the beast tide to divert the focus."

"Is this news true or false? Why is there no news here?" asked the neighbor's boss in surprise.

Boss Mo was sitting with his legs crossed, playing basic Spider Solitaire on his phone. It was a simple game but he was having a lot of fun. He sneered and said, "Can ordinary people like us know about the decision made by the higher-ups?"

"Then how did you know there was someone upstairs?" The neighboring boss didn't quite believe what Boss Mo said. What this guy said was often half true and half false, and he liked to talk nonsense, so he didn't stop to clean up.

Boss Mo paused for a moment while holding the phone, and looked away guiltily, mainly because he had seen all of this from a spam post last night, and then expressed his opinions to the people in that post. As a result, everyone agreed that the beast tide would not affect the normal life of the base at all, and the so-called beast tide was nothing more than a normal habitat migration of the mutant animals outside.

Seeing Boss Mo lowering his head and continuing to play with his phone, the neighboring boss kindly reminded him: "No matter what, at least clean up. If something really happens, the loss can be minimized."

Boss Mo still looked unimpressed, and even sneered, "I think it's this martial law that caused us to suffer huge losses. Originally, my dessert shop could be open until 8:30 every night, but now it has to close at 5:30. Moreover, since the martial law notice came out, fewer people came out in the afternoon, and our revenue was directly cut in half. As a result, I dare not make too much dessert every day, for fear that no one will buy it and it will go bad if I take it home and can't finish it."

"What can't be put in the refrigerator can be given to the people working at the back end of the street." The neighbor boss kindly reminded. He himself is in the meat processing business, that is, he makes cooked food of mutant meat. He spends a lot of money to buy marinating ingredients and repeatedly stews them. In this way, the original mutated animal smell will be slightly less, and the braised food is more delicious than that made at home. Usually the business is pretty good. In addition, when the weather is a little hot, people will buy some sweet soup from the stall next door and take it home. It can be said that the two shops complement each other and benefit from each other.

Due to the impact of martial law, the owner of the braised meat shop has reduced the daily amount of braised meat. In the past, he had to purchase at least 50 kilograms of mutant meat every day, but now it has been reduced to 30 kilograms. Even so, the number of buyers has dropped sharply since the past two days, and there are at least 7 or 8 kilograms of braised food left every day. In addition to giving some of these braised food to neighbors, the owner of the braised meat shop will also give some to migrant workers living in the "square cabin dormitories" in the lower blocks. These workers usually go hungry, mainly because of the fierce competition in the overall environment, and even jobs on construction sites are scrambled for. These people entered the base later, and their family assets had been emptied because of the "entry fee". Some of them even live in a place of less than ten square meters with their whole family. Not only the owner of the braised food shop, but also the proprietress will send some leftovers occasionally.

With the Self-Defense Force patrolling, people in the quarantine center will not beg at the door, because the base currently distributes compressed biscuits to people in need at least once a day, but this requires proof of assets from the relevant departments before applying.

While the two bosses were chatting here, the proprietress had already closed the rolling door and told Lan Qin to lock the glass door inside as well.

Because Gu Tongwan's room faces the backyard and he cannot see the situation on the street, he occasionally goes to the third-floor balcony to check the weather outside.

The third floor was originally a small restaurant. When the weather was good, regular customers would come up to order food and drink tea. After the martial law, it became empty. An iron door was even installed in the original stairwell, but it was not locked. Anyone who wanted to dry clothes on the balcony or take a nap could just push open the iron door and enter the balcony.

Gu Tongwan, Xiaoli and Lan Qin were standing on the balcony on the third floor. Xiaoli pulled a stool and sat down, while Lan Qin was busy collecting the clothes that were hung out to dry at noon. There was no sun in the past few days, so the clothes dried slowly, but they were worried that they would be blown away by the wind if they were left outside, so they had to collect them and temporarily dry them in the room.

Lan Qin has been at the base for almost a month. It is said that the boss's wife took her to apply for an identity badge last week, and she even had to pay a late payment fee of several thousand points. Lan Qin felt very guilty about this. After all, she was considered to have "smuggled" in, so there would be penalties.

Originally, according to the joint liability, they were supposed to investigate who brought her in, but Lan Qin insisted that she sneaked into someone else's car and couldn't remember the license plate or the person at all. In the end, the Security Bureau did not continue the investigation.

At this time, a strong wind made the clothes hanging on the iron wire rustle, and even a gust of sand blew over, making Xiaoli eat a mouthful of sand.

"Pah, pah, pah, what's going on? Where does this evil wind come from?" Xiaoli stood up suddenly and almost kicked the flowerpot under her feet in panic.

Lan Qin quickly packed up the last piece of clothing, then stuffed the clothes into a plastic bucket, and looked at the sky which was gradually getting lower.

At this time, there was a large patch of dark clouds in the sky, giving a feeling of oppression as if the dark clouds were pressing down on the city and threatening to destroy it.

At this moment, Lan Qin looked at the large area of ​​black that was gradually approaching the sky and suddenly exclaimed, "What is that?"

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