The counterattack of the scheming beauty of the apocalypse

The leaves on the branches are slowly turning yellow.

As autumn approached day by day, more and more victims came to the village to harass them, and they became more and more difficult to deal with.

In the past, there were occasionally three or five disaster victims who were persuaded by the patrol team or threatened with a hoe before leaving.

Later, the moving guy had to see blood before he was willing to leave.

Several men in the village were also injured in the fighting, among them was Jiang Hong. He survived the injury in the earthquake last time, but his health has not been very good. He coughed all day long and his reaction slowed down.

Somehow Hong Xiaolei and Jiang Jun walked together again, and they were often seen walking in the village arm in arm in the evening.

Many people joked that Jiang Hong was a fool, trying to protect the woman even when he was injured, but the woman turned around and found her next wife, the key next door was her own brother, tsk tsk.

There are also people who have a different opinion. Jiang Hong was seriously injured twice, and he will definitely not be able to do heavy work in the future. Hong Xiaolei is good to his brother, and if he marries his brother, he will be able to take care of him all the time. Now some people sympathize with Jiang Jun.

Wei Yan didn't know anything about these pornographic news, he seldom went out, and occasionally went out with Wen Ruzhuo, standing on the ridge of the field from a distance to look at the entrance of the village.

When the victims saw that they could not please the tough ones, they changed their tactics to be soft. They stood at the entrance of the village every day and kowtowed and cried when they saw the villagers passing by.

The villagers are still soft-hearted at this time. Although they can't eat meat, every household has hundreds of catties of food in storage, and they are still not hungry for the time being.

After being begged like this a few times, I will give some food more or less.

Once given, it becomes more and more out of control.

The victims flocked to hear the news.

You can give one, two, or three. If there are too many, the villagers don't have that much surplus food.

Begging was no longer acceptable, so the victims elected a representative to discuss with the village and help with work in exchange for food.

The villagers did not agree. Several households were sneaked in by the victims who had stolen things before, saying that they came in to help with work. There are too many people, what if they lose things again?

The victims also said, adults are worried, so let’s go to children. Children are timid and easy to manage. Although they can’t do heavy work, they can irrigate the land and weed. search.

The villagers hesitated.

Look at those children, all skinny, with big heads, thin necks, and bulging bellies.

Some villagers have seen them pick up the bark and eat it. If they eat too much of that kind of thing, they can't pull it out. The intestines burst and people die.

Stared at by pairs of ignorant and immature eyes, the villagers softened their hearts. After discussing it, they decided to hire these children to collect firewood, carry water and irrigate the fields, and take care of two meals a day.

They don't need them for weeding, these urban dolls can't tell which are vegetable seedlings and which are weeds.

Wen Ruzhe was also assigned one, and the child was not as tall as his thighs, and he was a little scared when he saw him, with two small hands like chicken feet clutching at his clothes helplessly.

What can such a big person do?

When carrying water, one step requires two rests.

It is possible to pick up firewood, but this small body will definitely not be able to carry it back, that is to say, I have to go to the mountain to carry it. I have already gone to the mountain, so why not pick it up by myself?

The child was about to cry: "I...I will definitely work hard, don't want me." The other villagers disliked him for being small and didn't choose him. If this person is no longer wanted, he will have to go back to eating bark .

Wen Ruzhe said, "You go home with me first."

Wei Yan couldn't stand being stared at by the child's pitiful eyes: "What's your name?"

"My name is Pingping."

"Pingping, what will you do?"

Pingping looked down at his toes, he didn't know anything.

Wei Yan sighed: "Forget it, eat first, let's talk after eating."

Lunch is porridge and fried cabbage, there are outsiders, Wei Yan did not cook meat dishes.

But that's good enough for Ping Ping.

After his parents were crushed underground by the collapsed house, he never saw white rice again.

Wei Yan only scooped up half a bowl of porridge for him, and if he was hungry for too long and suddenly ate too much, he would be prone to stomach upset.

Originally, the child's complexion was sallow, and he seemed to be in poor health. If he had diarrhea again, he would disappear if he was not sure.

Ping Ping eats very cherished, taking small bites, chewing for a long time in the mouth before swallowing.

Wei Yan picked up a chopstick of cabbage for him, and he was overwhelmed by the flattery, so he thought he was secretly looking at Wei Yan one after another.

Fan Weiyan is going to teach him to wash the dishes, but before doing the dishes, he must be cleaned first.

Qiuhuo is also very powerful, and there is no need to worry about catching cold when washing directly with well water.

Ping Ping was honestly stripped clean, and his dark butt was exposed. Wei Yan rubbed it with soap, and washed the black mud with water in one hand, only to find that the child's skin was quite white: "Brother Xi, Come help."

"coming."

It is a big project to clean such a dirty child. First foam, then soap, rub it over and over again, and be careful not to use too much force, after all, the child's skin is thin.

As for the hair that couldn't be combed, Wei Yan directly cut it with scissors close to the scalp, cut out a dog-eating hairstyle, then shampooed it, and rubbed it three times.

After taking a bath, Ping Ping felt that his whole body was a few pounds lighter, his body was no longer itchy, and he still smelled delicious, but his butt was a bit cold.

There were no children's clothes at home, so Wei Yan put him on an old doggy T-shirt. The T-shirt was so big that it covered the child's legs and could be worn as a skirt.

In the yard full of dirty water, Wei Yan asked Pingping to clean it by himself. It's okay, he can teach, anyway, we can't let people idle, idle and not working, but it is easy to raise white-eyed wolves.

Wash the dishes after mopping the floor, and wash the vegetables after washing the dishes.

Ping Ping did things slowly, at first he was a little scared, but after seeing that Wei Yan had never been aggressive to him, he became more and more relaxed in his soft-spoken teaching.

Wen Ruzhe went to the orchard again, and Wen Dashan set up a thatched shed next to the orchard, and greeted him every day when he saw him, which made him very annoyed.

As soon as he walked to the door today, Wen Dashan came over with a smile on his face: "Xiao Zhe, have you eaten? Your aunt made vegetable dumplings today, do you want to have a taste?"

As for the so-called stretching out your hands and not hitting smiling faces, Wen Rujue couldn't speak harshly, so he didn't answer directly, and ran into the orchard as if fleeing, and closed the iron gate before he heaved a sigh of relief.

Outside the door, Wen Fangfang complained in a low voice: "Dad, why do you always put your hot face on his cold ass?"

Wen Dashan touched his daughter's withered hair: "Silly boy, if you don't please him now, who will add makeup to you when you marry, and who will stand up for you if you are bullied at your in-law's house?"

Wen Fangfang sneered: "Look at him, avoiding us like stinky shit, and expecting him to help me out?"

"Sooner or later, he will soften. The world is so chaotic now, if we don't live next to his orchard, do you think we can live a peaceful life?" Just those bums in the village are annoying.

Wen Dashan and his wife were ugly, but Wen Fangfang was still pretty. Her nose and eyes picked out the advantages of her parents. When she first came here, she was sallow, thin and dirty, and no one stared at her. Now that she is raised, there are more men staring at her.

Wen Dashan is not a good person, he is not filial to his mother, disrespectful to his wife, cheating and abducting, but he still cherishes his only precious daughter very much.

In the past, he opened a small company and had the capital to raise his daughter to know nothing about the world, but now he can't do it anymore. The money doesn't work, and he can't do it. He can only teach his daughter how to understand the world.

Wen Fangfang didn't take it seriously, those honest mud legs in the village were not as scary as her father said, so she went back to the grass shed to grab a vegetable dumpling and ran away.

Su Ping shouted from behind: "Slow down, be careful not to fall, have you run out of vegetable soup?"

"Don't drink", she didn't want to drink the bitter and astringent wild vegetable soup.

After running all the way to the top of the mountain, Cao Yu, who had been waiting for a long time, saw her smiling and said, "Fangfang, come and eat buns."

Wen Fangfang's eyes lit up: "What's the matter?"

"Leek eggs."

"Brother Cao Yu, you are so kind."

Cao Yu was blushed by the little girl's soft words: "I'll go back first, and I'll bring you sweet corn tomorrow."

"Well, thanks, bye."

Back in the field, facing his wife, Cao Yu's good mood just now disappeared without a trace.

Gou Yumei pulled a face: "Why so long?"

Cao Yu pursed his lips: "I have a little diarrhea."

Gou Yumei rolled her eyes, unlucky thing, finally picked up wild egg buns, she and garlic were fine, but he had diarrhea.

The sunset spreads on the gurgling water.

Wen Ruzhang went home with dogtail grass and strawberries in her mouth.

The skinny little boy had already left, and only his wife was lying on the dining table alone. On the table were a plate of cold lotus root slices and a plate of cold eggplant.

"Yanyan, are you a vegetarian again?"

Wei Yan yawned: "I made sausage fried rice, it's in a pot."

Wen Rujuan went to the kitchen and lifted the lid of the pot to see that there was a large porcelain bowl full of fried rice with sausages. There was a lot of meat, but few vegetables, and the aroma was tangy: "Have you eaten it?"

"I've eaten. I just ate a little with Pingping." After thinking for a while, Wei Yan added: "The fried rice is made after he leaves." There is no doorman, the food is too good, maybe they will go out to show off, or something will happen.

This is just right now, there is food and vegetables, and when he cooks, he puts more oil, which can also nourish the child's body.

"Then you didn't eat the sausage?" Wen Rujuan felt distressed. His wife is a vegetarian and he eats meat. What is this: "Open your mouth, ah, I'll feed you."

Wei Yan was stuffed with a mouth full of sausages, and his face was swollen like a little hamster. Wen Ruzhe saw that his hands were itchy, and he almost couldn't help pinching it.

When his wife swallowed the meat in her mouth, he stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

Sitting with a golden knife in a big horse, with a soft wife in his arms, eating with a spoon in one hand, and hugging his slender waist with the other.

Very satisfied.

Wei Yan was stuffed mouthful after mouthful. He had just swallowed the first mouthful, and the second mouthful came immediately. He wanted to say that he is really not a glutton. There are plenty of bacon and sausages in the storage room, and he can cook them whenever he wants. .

Wen Rujue didn't stop feeding until he felt his wife's belly was a little swollen. He finished the remaining fried rice and cold dishes, and then dug out the strawberries he brought back and washed them.

With Strawberry and his wife, Wen Ruxuan collapsed on a rocking chair in the yard.

The rocking chair wobbled.

Strawberries are sweet and delicious.

His wife lay on his chest.

I reached out and touched it, tsk, why are you still so thin.

Just a little meat on the butt.

The evening wind is a bit cooler.

Wei Yan felt flustered in his stomach, and he didn't want to move at all: "Brother Xie, you can wash the dishes later."

"it is good."

Neither of them spoke for a long time.

Wen Rujiao's hands began to be irregular.

The clothes fell to the ground, and the setting sun covered the snow-white back with a layer of hazy and soft tulle.

Wei Yan bit his lip, the corners of his eyes were bright red.

The rocking chair creaked.

Homing geese flew across the sky.