The counterattack of the scheming beauty of the apocalypse

It was too late at night, Wei Yan couldn't get up to eat breakfast, and he went to the kitchen with his sore waist until it was almost noon when he was so hungry.

Open the lid of the pot, and there are sesame cakes and clear porridge that are baked golden on both sides.

It was already cold, but he didn't bother to heat it up, so let's just eat it.

The cooled sesame cakes are no longer crispy, but a little soft, but the fried sesame is still very fragrant.

After eating slowly, I went to wash the dishes slowly.

The cold well water washed away his drowsiness.

Feel like something is missing?

Wei Yan didn't remember.

He shook the water off his hands and went to the storage room to find a can of yellow peaches, and was about to eat when he suddenly remembered Ping Ping.

Why hasn't that kid come yet?

Should not be ah.

For such a young kid, he probably won't be able to find a better job right now.

Don't you encounter something bad?

Wei Yan frowned, put the can back into the cupboard, opened the courtyard door, and was about to go out to ask someone, when a small squatting body fell back.

Ping Ping grinned from the fall, and fell asleep after waiting for so long. He had been here for almost three hours, but there was no movement in the room, and he didn't dare to shout for fear of disturbing Wei Yan's sleep.

Wei Yan quickly picked him up: "Does it hurt? When did it come?"

I didn't see him all night, and when he saw Wei Yan, he was a little scared: "It doesn't hurt, it only came for a while."

Why did he fall asleep so much that his chin was drooling, Wei Yan didn't expose him: "Call next time when we arrive, don't wait outside."

Pingping hummed, and Wei Yan didn't know if he had listened. The kid talked very little, so he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Looking around, there seemed to be no work at home, Wei Yan thought about it carefully, and simply asked the children to let the ducks go by the stream.

He was very happy to get the job of the duck herder, and felt that he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility. Ducks are so important these days, they are much more valuable than him.

With a pack of compressed biscuits in his arms and a painted kettle hanging, Ping Ping happily drove the four ducks towards the stream.

The ducks swayed and swayed, and Ping Ping followed suit. He hummed the nursery rhyme his teacher had taught him, and felt a moment of relief and joy: "We have a group of ducklings here, and I drive them to the pond every morning. Quack, quack, goodbye, little duck, I'm going to school..."

Send the child away, what should he do now?

Wei Yan panicked.

He doesn't study, doesn't go to work, and doesn't have his turn to do the work in the field, so he just had breakfast. It seems a bit early to make lunch now.

How about a picnic?

Just to let the wind out and look at the outside situation.

As soon as he said it, Wei Yan turned on the fire to mix the flour, baked a few thin scallion pancakes, wrapped them in kraft paper and put them in a backpack, then took two cans of luncheon meat, and went to the orchard to find the dog man.

Wen Rujue was pruning the remaining fruit trees. After planting them for so many years, he was still a little unaccustomed to suddenly not growing fruit for sale.

Seeing his wife coming to him, he hurriedly dropped the work in hand: "Yanyan, why are you here, are your legs sore?"

With the face to say, Wei Yan gave him a white look: "Shall we go out for a picnic?"

"Okay" Wen Ruzhen immediately washed his hands, the work in the field is never finished, the weeds pulled out today will grow back in two days, and the bugs that have just been caught will hatch again in a few days To come out with new ones, it is important to accompany the wife.

And even with such meticulous care, the growth of corn and rice is not very good, the weather is not normal, the rice does not like to fill the grain, and the corn cobs are also hollow, let alone peanuts.

Only when the harvest is harvested, a few waves of rice and corn are urged with psychic liquid, mixed and transported back together, so that the family will not run out of food in the coming year.

This can be regarded as finding an open and aboveboard way for the urged food. If others notice, they will only think that he is good at farming, and will not guess anything else.

After all, he used to grow fruit better than others, but now that he has changed to farming, it is only natural that he grows well.

Wei Yan didn't know that his man had such a heart, he climbed up behind him, and hung up with his legs shrinking: "Carry me on your back."

This little weight was insignificant to Wen Rujue, who turned him upside down, pinching the small dough with his big hands.

Wei Yan blushed from being pinched: "Are you annoying?"

Wen Rujue chuckled: "Yanyan, do you want to try rolling cornfields?"

Wei Yan: "..."

Since his wife couldn't keep up, Wen Rujuan had no choice but to stop thinking about rolling cornfields.

Of course, even if he could keep up with Wei Yan, he wouldn't agree, not to mention corn, dried and ground corn stalks can also be used to make pancakes with some rice noodles.

What can be eaten will be punished by God if it is spoiled.

The two walked out along the dirt road in the village. There were already villagers harvesting sweet potatoes by the roadside. The sweet potatoes did not grow well this year. They were small and small, not half the size of previous years.

The harvest was not good, and the villagers became displeased when they saw the children of the victims who were helping in the field. They cursed a few words from time to time, but they never mentioned driving them away.

The children listened in silence, and none of them rolled around like they used to. The days of being chased and fed by their parents for doing whatever they wanted were as long as they were in their previous life.

Going further out, out of the village, the situation was even worse. The victims dug up the original wide road, leaving only a narrow path, and the dug out ground was mixed with rapeseed, spinach, potatoes...

Vegetables are not immune to hunger, and it will take at least two or three months for potatoes to grow up. Right now, we can only endure it hard.

There are also those who farm dishonestly and play tricks.

Walking to a secluded place, a group of teenage boys blocked the road: "Hand over the things in the bag."

These boys look so young, they might have been in high school a year ago.

Wen Ruzhu didn't want to conflict with them: "Get out of the way."

"Hehe, you're quite courageous, who do you want to get out of the way?"

A boy with pigtails walked to the front, looked at Wei Yan's face, and whistled: "Brother, you have a lot of good luck, and we won't make things difficult for you. Leave your backpack and you can leave right away."

"What if I don't?" Wen Rujue was not afraid of them. These boys thought they were numerous, but in fact they were all skinny bean sprouts, not enough for him to punch.

Wei Yan was a little scared. He regretted it, so he shouldn't have a whim to go out for a picnic. After being at ease for too long, he forgot how difficult life outside the village is: "How about... why don't you give it to them?"

"Yanyan, don't be afraid, I can handle them."

The little braid burst out laughing: "Hahaha, buddy, we understand that you want to be a hero in front of your partner, but people must have self-knowledge and see the situation clearly. If you don't know the face, we don't mind giving you Check out the color."

"I'll return this to you, I'll say it for the last time, get out of the way."

The little braid's smiling face turned cold, and he took out a fruit knife from his pocket, and the boy behind him also took out steel pipes, sickles and other weapons.

Wen Ruxuan put Wei Yan on the ground, Wei Yan grabbed him by the corner of his clothes: "Don't be stupid, give it to them."

Wen Ruzhe patted the back of his wife's hand reassuringly, and stepped forward. He was bare-handed, but his fists were hard enough.

Fearing that his wife would be frightened, he decided to make a quick decision, mercilessly hitting the head with every punch, and these boys fell limply to the ground one by one, and after a while, only the little pigtail was left standing alone.

The little braid also knew the current affairs, and when he dropped the knife, he knelt down and begged for mercy: "Big brother, big brother, I don't know Taishan, please let me go, my parents are dead, and my sister is only five years old."

The younger sister is only five years old, and he has to support the family, so he came out to rob.

What about the robbed person, who doesn't have a family to support?

He said he would let them go if he kept things, his eyes were stuck to his wife and he couldn't move.

The little braid froze, unwilling to go, Wen Ruzhang raised his fist, he looked at his friend who was lying on the ground, and dragged out two bulging backpacks from the bushes reluctantly.

Originally, Wen Rujue was just talking casually, but he turned out to be a repeat offender. He picked up a backpack with one hand and opened it. There were some malnourished vegetables, sweet potato vines and corn cobs that didn’t grow well. There was nothing good about it. .

Looking at the other backpack, it was also these things. Wen Ruzhe looked down on it a little, but it was better than nothing, and it would not be cheap to take it back to feed the ducks.

Encountering this kind of thing, the picnic was also blown, and the two returned the same way.

Wei Yan was stunned. Although he knew that the dog man was in good health, he didn't expect it to be so good. He squeezed his hands and shoulders: "Brother Xie, you are really good."

Wen Ruzhe's dark face blushed slightly: "This is so amazing."

Wei Yan was so excited, he was robbed several times in his previous life, every time he could only swallow his anger, and comforted himself: Fortunately, he met a straight man, fortunately, he was not a girl, and young girls often have to be robbed at the same time color.

It would be unlucky enough to be robbed, and it would be really difficult if you were also pregnant. There is no abortion pill, and there is no hospital. Giving birth is a hell.

He has seen many girls disfigured themselves with a knife.

Looking desperate and helpless.

There are also girls who take advantage of their appearance to befriend big bosses. There are few big bosses who have no worries about food and clothing, but there are many fresh and beautiful girls. After a good life, they will be abandoned after a long time.

Thinking about the suffering of others is not a joyful thing.

Wei Yan forced himself to throw those memories to the corner.

It happened that they came to the stream.

Pingping was playing with four ducks not far away, Wei Yan waved to him: "Pingping, come here."

Looking back, Pingping came trotting over: "Brother Yan."

"Why are you covered in mud?"

Pingping stretched out his hand, and there was something not much bigger than a grain of rice in his muddy palm: "I'm looking for small snails for ducks."

"So good", Wei Yan patted his head: "Hurry up and wash your hands, I will reward you with roasted corn."

Wen Ruzhe took out three corns from the backpack as he said, Pingping was both surprised and happy, and went to wash his hands up and down.

Wei Yan and Wen Ruzhang went to collect firewood.

The fresh and tender corn cobs are washed a little, without peeling, and thrown into the fire directly after lighting the fire.

Peeling easily burns the corn, but the kernels themselves are not yet cooked.If the skin is not peeled, it is covered with the skin, and the heat generated inside cannot be dissipated during baking, and the corn kernels are steamed directly.

The corn roasted in this way is pitch-black and unattractive, but as soon as the skin is peeled off, the sweet fragrance comes to the face.

The three of them sat in a row from high to low, and one of them was holding a corn cob and eating it until his face was covered in black ashes.

The sun is just right.

The nameless little flower on the ground swayed in the warm wind.