Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book

Under Lu Qiming's duress, Jiang Miaomiao had a short meeting with him to figure out what to look for next.

The former makes a list according to daily needs.

1. Anti-theft windows can be removed from other houses, and every window must be installed.

2. More food. Taking into account the lessons left by the previous zombies who almost starved to death, it is best for them to maintain at least one month's inventory. The more comprehensive and balanced nutrition, the better.

3. Electrical appliances. Summer will start soon, and the temperature rises, air-conditioning refrigerators and the like can greatly improve the happiness index of life. As people who are used to eating ice cream in the cold wind, no air conditioner can kill them in summer.

4. Vegetables. Set up a small plantation in the villa to provide enough vitamins to avoid being bitten by zombies, but to die from malnutrition.

"The above four items must be completed this month, so as to ensure the quality and safety of life in the future. Of course, if you think of other things, you can also look for them together. In short, the more the better."

Lu Qiming handed her the notebook and raised his eyebrows.

"Is there anything else I want to add?"

Jiang Miaomiao sighed as he looked at the notebook, and the corners of his mouth almost fell to his chin.

It seemed that it was not a list, but her terminal illness notice.

Lu Qiming asked: "What's wrong? It's a good thing to have air conditioning and vegetables to eat."

"A good thing is of course a good thing, but..."

She didn't go on, knowing she was too lost.

It's just so tired.

So many things to do, it’s tiring to think about it. The feeling when looking for something in front of the zombies is also very uncomfortable, and every time I pass by, I am afraid.

She finally took a clean shower today, and her body was fragrant. Tomorrow, she will inevitably wipe blood on her body when she goes out to work. Then the clean clothes will be scrapped again.

Oh my god, can't you let her comfortably last two more days?

"Nothing, go to sleep, I will work with you tomorrow."

Jiang Miaomiao specially moved the mobile phone and computer and other things to another room, far away from him, so as not to sleep at night.

After she finished this, she went back to the small room and got ready to sleep.

Lu Qiming saw her in a daze, remembered something, and went to the living room.

When I came back, I had two more glasses in my hand, and I could smell the sweetness from far away.

"Drink, warm your body."

He handed her one of the cups, with three words printed on the cup-Xiang Piao Piao.

Jiang Miaomiao held the cup, and the hot milk tea warmed his hands. He took a sip, and the sweet taste penetrated into his heart.

"what……"

She sighed comfortably, "Milk tea saves my dog's life."

Lu Qiming rolled his eyes, took a pillow and walked to the corner of the wall. After sitting down, he stretched out his arms and pressed the switch with his fingers to ask:

"Sleep? I turned off the light."

Jiang Miaomiao looked confused, "Where are you sleeping?"

"Ok."

"There is obviously a place here."

She patted the premium double mattress under her ass.

"It feels so good, it must be very comfortable to sleep, or you carried it back with your hands."

Lu Qiming directly turned off the light and said in the dark: "My lumbar spine is not good and I am not suitable for sleeping on a mattress."

"real or fake?"

"Go to sleep."

He finished talking and drank the milk tea without making a sound.

It's so hot, how could he drink it... Jiang Miaomiao was surprised by holding the cup, opened the lid and blew into it, and it took nearly half an hour to drink the hot milk tea.

For some reason, she was very awake, not sleepy at all.

Thinking of his hard work to move the mattress today and hurt his wrists, but now he is lying on it and sleeping, I feel very sorry.

By the way, did his hand apply medicine?

Jiang Miaomiao didn't want to wake him up, so he crawled over gently, holding up his left hand and smelling it.

A strong flavor of Yunnan Baiyao.

Fortunately... She relaxed, returned to the mattress silently, and tucked all four sides of the quilt.

The quilt is silk, light, thin and warm.

The mattress is very comfortable, the air is fresh, and the silk pajamas are so soft that you can't feel it.

The hair is clean, the breath is fresh, and the stomach is full.

Everything is so beautiful.

Jiang Miaomiao closed his eyes happily, intending to fall asleep, it would be better to eat a big watermelon in his dream, that would not be more satisfying.

It's just that the sleeper seems to have abandoned her. A few minutes later she opened her eyes, looked at the darkness and said:

"Lu Qiming."

Her response was regular snoring.

She touched the vacant seat next to her, thinking that no one was sleeping too wastefully, so she sneaked to turn on the light, trying to hug him to the mattress.

The opponent's height of nearly 1.9 meters was not white, but heavy like a hill, she couldn't move a leg even if she had enough energy.

A man's low voice came over his head.

"What do you want to do?"

She stopped awkwardly, "You didn't sleep."

"I am not a pig. Even if I am a pig, I will wake up if moved by someone."

Lu Qiming's eyes were torch, "What are you going to do?"

She scratched her head in a hurry.

"I... I think it's a bit cold to sleep alone, or you can go to bed too."

He raised his mouth, "Are you scared?"

Jiang Miaomiao borrowed the donkey from Po.

"Yes."

"Ok."

Lu Qiming took the pillow and walked to the mattress, lay down on the other half, covered his chest with a quilt, and glanced at her:

"Let’s say yes first, if you do something to me in the middle of the night, I won’t be polite."

Jiang Miao was so angry that he laughed.

"Do something to you? What do you think you are, vomit."

"I'll go to sleep next door."

He was about to leave, so she quickly turned off the light and cried out in the dark:

"Don't don't don't, lie down for me."

She said as she walked towards the mattress, she stumbled on something, and fell straight to his chest.

"Ahem!" Lu Qiming was smashed in his eyes to pretend to be gold stars, and coughed while clutching his chest. "So you wanted to murder me."

Jiang Miaomiao blushed and climbed onto the bed to lie down.

A quilt covers two people, close enough to feel each other's body temperature.

She closed her eyes and counted the sheep, thinking she would have to toss for a long time before she could fall asleep. Unexpectedly, Lu Qiming's existence was like a sleeping pill for external use, which made her fall asleep after a while.

There was no watermelon to eat in the dream, but she ate a lot of chicken wings, her favorite honey flavor.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Jiang Miaomiao woke up reluctantly, with a fragrance remaining in his mouth, and couldn't help but slap his lips.

The light came in from under the crack in the door, and she saw the figure lying beside her and pushed.

"Hey, wake up, get up and work."

Lu Qiming gave a hmm and didn't move.

"Yesterday I said I was a salted fish, but today I am lazy, get up and get up."

Jiang Miaomiao knelt on the mattress and shook him, vowing to shake him up, accidentally drew his fingers across his forehead, startled.

"Why is your head so hot?"

Lu Qiming opened his eyes, his voice weak.

"I feel a little uncomfortable..."

His skin color was soaked in water, and his paleness was abnormal. Jiang Miaomiao put his palm on his forehead, felt it for a few seconds, and panicked.

"You seem to have a fever, have you caught a cold?"

He shook his head, obviously he didn't know.

"I'll see if there is any anti-fever medicine, wait for me."

After Jiang Miaomiao rushed downstairs, passing by the room where the zombies were closed, the other party heard footsteps and hit the door with his head desperately.

She kept walking, ran to the bag of medicines in one breath, and when she was looking for it, Liushen had no master.

Lu Qiming is sick, what can I do?

In case the medicine is not good enough, where can she go to the doctor?

Besides, how can you get sick if you are good? He is obviously as strong as a cow.

Could it be that the bath water was not enough yesterday? Or……

She thought of the zombie blood he smeared on her body every day, and her heart shook.

Is it really infected? It's over.

Jiang Miaomiao looked for it, but didn't see the anti-fever medicine, so she took the anti-inflammatory medicine and went back, thinking that she could be a horse doctor.

Walking into the room, she found that Lu Qiming's condition was worse.

Lying softly on the bed, it looked like he was going to die.

She was flustered, her nose was sour, pouring water to him, holding up his head, holding back her cry.

"Come on, take medicine."

Lu Qiming ate it obediently, and vomited it out within three seconds.

"I feel terrible……"

His eyes were open, all red blood inside.

Jiang Miaomiao was really about to cry.

"Wait, I'll go out and find other medicine for you, wait."

She wiped her tears and ran downstairs, took the knife from the induction cooker, opened the door without saying anything, swiped a few knives on the legs of the little zombie, grabbed a handful of blood and wiped it on her body.

The blood still smelled badly, and the howling of the little zombie made her ears numb.

She ignored it, wiped it from head to toe, and immediately got up and ran to the opposite house.

After searching for a long time, she found a white plastic medicine box with a red cross logo and opened it and glanced at it.

There is not only a complete range of commonly used medicines, but also thermometers.

Jiang Miaomiao hurriedly ran home, knelt down beside Lu Qiming, and took his temperature.

Didi——The prompt sounded and the electronic thermometer showed the temperature: 41.5℃.

She bit her lower lip vigorously, gave him the medicine again, then hugged his hot head and cooled him with her cold hands.

Lu Qiming was dying, his breath was hot.

"You said what if I get infected?"

"If you are infected, you won't have any thoughts, and you still have to worry about what to do."

"I know, I'm asking you."

He smiled dismal, "Will you kill me? Or drive me out?"

It is impossible to kill, she knows she doesn't have the ability.

It is also very difficult to drive out, can't beat, can't run, what can you do?

Jiang Miaomiao touched his head. He probably had his hair cut last night when he took a bath, which was very short.

"I don't do anything, to support you."

"Raise me? Aren't you afraid of being bitten by me?"

"I smear your blood every day, you can't recognize me." Jiang Miaomiao said, "I will let go of the little zombies and use you exclusively. You are so big, the bloodletting will definitely last a long time."

He smiled bitterly, "It seems I have to ask you to act lightly in advance, at least leave me a whole body."

She hummed twice, "So, don't become a zombie, don't you know?"

Lu Qiming nodded, not knowing whether he was dizzy or fell asleep, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Jiang Miaomiao learned how to do on TV and wrung a cold towel over his forehead. He wiped the wetness from the corner of his eyes and went downstairs to turn on the induction cooker.

She wants to cook some porridge, and people with a high fever have to add nutrition.

The nutrition of porridge is too simple, and something else needs to be added.

Jiang Miaomiao rummaged through each bag, selected bacon, sliced ​​it into the pot and boiled.

Bacon can replenish salt and protein, but they have been eating for more than a month. The most lacking thing is not this, but vitamins.

She thought of the small medicine box, took it down, there was no vitamin C tablets in it, but found a small bottle of oral cod liver oil.

She remembered the smell of cod liver oil. It was fishy and greasy, and it was very awful. Even at an age when you could even gnaw your fingers, you had to pinch your nose to pour it down.

But now is a special time, you can only use it.

Jiang Miaomiao poured a whole bottle into the pot and squatted anxiously waiting for the water to boil.

After half an hour, the hot porridge is out of the pot. She took a bowl and brought it upstairs, sitting by the mattress and calling for Lu Qiming.

"Wake up...to eat...wake up."

Lu Qiming's body was burning and his lips were dry and peeling. The complexion that was previously pale is now an abnormal flush.

The cold towel was heated by his body temperature, Jiang Miaomiao took it and drenched it with cold water, and came back to wipe his face.

The soft cloth slipped across the skin, leaving a trace of water.

He sighed comfortably, grabbed her hand, and refused to let the coolness leave.

She whispered again, "Wake up, eat and then sleep."

Lu Qiming's black eyelashes quivered twice and finally opened his eyes.

Jiang Miaomiao was slightly happy, and brought the bowl over.

"Open your mouth."

He looked at her intently, as if at a loss.

She felt sad to death, but she forced a smile and scolded him as usual.

"What do you look at? Burning a fool, don't you recognize me?"

Lu Qiming chuckled, "Are you planning to drive me away, so you cooked me a special meal?"

"Yes, you have to be full, you won't have to eat anymore."

He was still laughing, his eyes were gentler than before.

He handed the spoon to his lips, and he opened his mouth obediently. Only less than three seconds after the porridge was imported, his face changed.

"...Have you been poisoned? So bad to drink..."

"Have it?"

She tasted it, and the fishy smell of cod liver oil was most volatilized due to the high temperature, mixed with the salty smell of bacon, whether it was sweet or not.

To sum it up, just one sentence—too bad to drink.

Jiang Miaomiao worked hard for a long time before swallowing it, and smiled barely, "The good medicine is good for the disease. Be good, drink it all."

Lu Qiming didn't have a fever so painful, and looked at her pitifully.

"Can you change a bowl of porridge?"

"No, you have to add nutrition."

"Can you just have a sip?"

"No, you will die if you don't have enough energy."

...If it weren't for him to be too weak to get up now, he would definitely rather rush out and join the zombies than stay here and be devastated by her.

Under the coercion and lure of Jiang Miaomiao, he drank the whole bowl of porridge one mouthful after another, feeling relieved when he heard her say "it's gone."

She went downstairs to wash the dishes and came back with an extra glass of warm water in her hand.

After feeding him two more pills, she retreated to the corner and sat down, hugging and playing games. Afraid of quarreling him, he turned on silent.

Lu Qiming is still feverish, his head is dizzy, his nose is stuffy and his ears are ringing, and every joint on his body is extremely sore.

He wanted to sleep. After all, he didn't feel pain in his sleep, but he couldn't help but glance at her, and finally said:

"Why don't you sit here?"

Jiang Miaomiao shook his head, "No, I am dirty."

She didn't wash away the blood, thinking about what he needed later, she could go out and look for it immediately.

Lu Qiming thought for a while, clutching the quilt and panting in pain.

She quickly put down her phone and walked over.

"What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable again?"

"I am cold……"

When Lu Qiming spoke, his upper teeth knocked his lower teeth, as if he was too cold.

"I will get you the quilt."

Jiang Miaomiao took all the quilts in the house and put them on him. When he was about to leave, he grabbed his wrists.

"Can you lie down too?"

She hesitated.

Lu Qiming said, "You are warm on your body. It doesn't matter if the quilt is dirty, you will change it later."

Jiang Miaomiao put aside his worries, got into the bed, and hugged his head as if he was holding a warm ball.

The two hadn't seen each other for the first two decades of their lives. After they met, they both ate and drank together, so it was not embarrassing to hold them like this.

What kind of feeling is this? Comrade-in-arms?

She was lazy, too lazy to move or thinking, stroked his hair and whispered:

"Go to sleep, wake up and you'll be fine."

Lu Qiming rubbed her pointed chin and fell asleep groggyly in her arms.

The next day, Lu Qiming came back to life.

Seeing him walking around the house full of energy, Jiang Miaomiao couldn't help saying, "You are really strong like a cow."

Yesterday she was obviously sick so badly that she thought he was going to die.

Lu Qiming sighed deliberately, "It won't work if I don't get better quickly, I don't die from illness, and I must be poisoned by your porridge."

She was speechless. "White-eyed wolf, maybe my porridge saved your life."

Lu Qiming smiled, "Stop talking, hurry up to have breakfast, and go out to work after eating."

In view of the disgusting taste of the porridge, neither of them wanted to recall, so they had instant noodles for breakfast.

After eating the instant noodles, they each made a cup of milk tea. After drinking it beautifully, they went to the little zombie to add some blood and went out together.

The two have their own division of labor. Lu Qiming dismantles anti-theft windows, and Jiang Miaomiao looks for food and daily necessities.

However, the security of this community was done too well. The people who lived here did not install anti-theft windows at all. He carried a wrench and a hammer for several laps without finding the target.

Jiang Miaomiao was lucky, walked into the first house and found a big bag of mung beans in his cupboard.

The mung bean soup is delicious and sweet, and it is good to put a little when making porridge.

The most important thing is that she has bean sprouts to eat again.

Mung bean sprouts taste more tender than soybean sprouts and taste better!

Jiang Miaomiao searched for containers in that house, moved the washbasins, buckets, and bathtubs back home, found a separate room, and arranged the containers side by side.

It takes water to grow bean sprouts, she can't lift it.

Lu Qiming came back to help and went to the lake to pick up a few buckets of water.

According to the previous method, Jiang Miaomiao soaked the beans in warm water overnight, put two layers of paper towels in the container, put the beans, and covered them with two layers of paper towels, and then wetted them with water.

Mung beans sprouted faster. After watering for two consecutive days, the white and tender bean sprouts began to sprout, and they quickly grew longer than fingers.

Jiang Miaomiao took a handful and made a bean sprouts seaweed soup. The two drank a large bowl at dinner and sat on the floor comfortably touching their belly.

"Is there a lot of bean sprouts left? You have to pick some and keep them in the refrigerator. I'll get a refrigerator back tomorrow."

Lu Qiming said, “Let it grow up with the rest. The soil in the yard is quite good, so we can plant it in the yard. We can eat the mung beans we grow in autumn.”

Jiang Miaomiao was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that he would think so far.

Autumn...It's only the end of spring now, so I have to wait at least a few months.

Can they really live to that time?

In the past, she had always eaten the last meal and didn't care about the next meal, but she was a little unaccustomed to planning so long-term suddenly.

Lu Qiming asked, "Is there any problem?"

Jiang Miaomiao shook his head, "You clean up, I will play games."

Since he recovered from his illness, she played games every night, sometimes not going to bed until one or two in the middle of the night.

Lu Qiming couldn't help wondering what game was so fun, so he threw the bowl into the trash can and followed.

Jiang Miaomiao lay on the mattress, holding the mobile phone in both hands, and quickly tapped his fingers.

After she finished the game, she stretched her waist and looked back to see Lu Qiming behind her, shocked.

"Why are you silent when you come in?"

"I even changed a quilt, you said I have no voice?"

He looked resentful and she smiled embarrassedly.

"It's so busy during the day, I have to hurry up to play games at night, you go busy with your business, leave me alone."

Lu Qiming stretched out his hand, "Let me see."

The best way not to be criticized by others is to drag him down together.

Jiang Miaomiao graciously handed him the phone and asked: "Do you want to play too? I will lend you a night."

Lu Qiming looked at the strange interface and didn't know where to start.

"How to play this?"

"No..." She seemed to hear an anecdote, "I haven't even played the King of Glory? You don't look like a good student."

He gave her a blank look, "Do you think that everyone is like you, can live stupidly every day?"

"Well, return the phone to me, I will continue to be silly, and you will be your outstanding young man."

Jiang Miaomiao said that he would take the phone back. Lu Qiming didn't let go, looked at her and said, "Teach me."

She paused, smiled slyly, folded her arms and said, "Please."

"...Do you teach?"

"Beg me and I will teach."

Lu Qiming was full of black lines, "I found this new house. I saved your life in the supermarket. I brought the water you used for bathing from the lake."

She wowed, "Would you like to turn over the old account? You slowly turn it over. I play my game. I have played more single-player games. There are thousands of movies on the computer."

Jiang Miaomiao lifted his chin and took the phone back triumphantly, ready to continue playing.

There was a sudden sense of pressure behind her. The next second, the man pressed her on her back, her weight made her unable to breathe, and her slender fingers were still pinching her face.

She was stiff and her heart was beating wildly.

"You, what are you doing? Do you want to kill someone?"

Lu Qiming slowly approached her, the warm breath blowing on her sensitive earlobes.

The mature male voice rang in his ears.

"I beg you, teach me."

Jiang Miaomiao: "..."

A few minutes later, Lu Qiming, who had learned how to operate, took possession of the phone and didn't look up.

The owner of the phone sat next to him and tried to get it back several times, but all ended in failure.

"Huh, let me play on the computer! Computer games are more fun!"

She walked away cursing, holding the computer and playing for more than two hours. When she came back to sleep, Lu Qiming was still playing.

"I'm asleep, turn off the light later."

"Ok."

He stared at the screen intently, his fingers so fast that there were only ghosts.

Jiang Miaomiao rolled his eyes, covered the quilt and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, the light was still on, but the people around me disappeared.

She walked downstairs confused, and saw Lu Qiming sitting against the wall, next to the socket, the charging cable was connected to the mobile phone in his hand, still playing.

Jiang Miaomiao: "... Brother, you won't sleep all night, right?"

He raised his head and glanced at her, before he could speak, and immediately looked down at the screen.

Those with deep dark circles have the same kidney deficiency.

Jiang Miaomiao patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't play, we are going to look for the refrigerator today, otherwise the bean sprouts will be broken if we pick it off, and the security window will not be found."

He hummed, fingers kept on, apparently taking her words to ears.

She was so angry that she directly raised her hand to unplug the charger.

Lu Qiming finally raised his head and stared, "You..."

"Why do you want to single out?"

He hooked her neck, kissed her forehead and rubbed her hair.

"Hey, stop making trouble and go play."

Jiang Miaomiao was dumbfounded, he smoothly took back the charger, went back upstairs and closed the door to continue playing.