The counterattack of the scheming beauty of the apocalypse

Wei Yan: "...Pingping asked me to apply for a chef job, didn't I not agree, why do you still say this?"

"That's different", Wen Ruzhuan thought, his wife is a serious college student, so of course she can't do smoky jobs, and at worst she has to sit in an office.

Wei Yan snorted twice: "I'm not stupid, someone supports me, why should I go to work to make myself suffer."

"Hey, that's the right way to think about it." Wen Rujue felt that his wife was not having an easy time now. Washing clothes, cooking, and cleaning sounded simple, but it was difficult to do.

In the past, when he was single, he didn't bother to sweep the floor once for ten days and a half months, and he never changed his clothes if he didn't wear smelly clothes, so he felt tired and flustered.Now his wife sweeps the floor every day, washes the clothes every day, and cooks the dishes in different ways every day.

As night fell, the couple embraced each other and fell asleep.

Others in the village did not sleep well.

Wen Fangfang stole two lunch meat rolls to eat, but she had diarrhea after eating, which made her unable to sleep.

Zhang Yun used the excuse that she was here, and refused Zhao Dabao's courtship. Although Zhao Dabao was a little regretful, he was not willing to show his wife face. Instead, he asked Zhao Manyue for two eggs, and went to the kitchen to make a bowl of sugar water eggs and serve his wife After eating, I poured two more glass bottles of hot water to warm my wife's stomach.

Zhang Yun was really moved, but she didn't waver in her desire to run away: "Brother Dabao, let's apply for the job tomorrow too."

Zhao Dabao rubbed his wife's belly, feeling a little drowsy: "Well, fine, I'll listen to you, you have the final say."

"Get up early tomorrow, let's go to the entrance of the village to guard, and go with the others."

"okay."

Similar conversations happened in many families. Everyone was a little nervous about applying for a job, and couldn't sleep.

At dawn the next day, someone was waiting at the entrance of the village.

Yan Qingyang greeted Jiang Wei: "Morning, are you not on patrol today?"

Jiang Wei stretched his waist: "The army is here, there is no need."

"Too".

The two smiled at each other.

Wen Ruxuan and Wei Yan also got up early, ate a bowl of duck egg noodles, and then went out quickly.

Walking to the entrance of the village, I found that there were already more than a dozen people.

After waiting for about half an hour, they saw that no one came again, so they went out.

Those victims who wandered on the road before disappeared without a trace.

The rapeseed is lush and green, with morning dew hanging.

The rising sun casts warm rays of light.

The mist dissipated little by little.

The haze in the hearts of the villagers also dissipated little by little.

Wei Yan looked at their relaxed smiling faces with complicated emotions.

When the base was first established in his previous life, he was also full of hope, thinking that a stable life was coming, but it turned out.

Backfired.

Man-made disasters are as terrible as natural disasters.

Fights between bases will kill hundreds of people at every turn.

Corpse counts.

It really counts.

The village is relatively safe.

Base open-war will intentionally avoid the countryside.

There are a lot of crops in the village, and the fight hurts the vegetables and food in the field so much.

If a farmer is accidentally injured, it will be difficult. Who will farm the land in the future?

He wanted to persuade the villagers not to apply for the job, just stay at home and farm the land honestly, but if he really wanted to say it, others would definitely suspect that he had bad intentions.

Maybe I have to mutter a few words behind my back: If I don't make progress, I will stop others from making progress, and I have a psychological problem.

The town is coming soon.

Many soldiers in camouflage uniforms are repairing the fence.

Some excavators are at work on the original ruins.

Some blue tin houses have been erected.

There are five tables in the middle of the road.

There is a paper on the table, writing the specific position and salary of the recruitment.

Each table is equipped with two staff members who are responsible for interview and registration.

Yan Qingyang looked around, and found that the two jobs of building walls and farming were the most lucrative jobs, and there was no limit to the number of people recruited.

It’s fine to build the fence, but how about farming?

It's better to go back to your own home to plant than to help the army.

Wen Gang didn't have one.

The most leisure time is to be a chef, but he is not good at cooking.

This is different from what everyone expected.

Zhang Yun couldn't laugh anymore, she tentatively asked about the requirements of being a chef, the interviewer waved her hand when she saw that she was a girl.

Girls are ingenious, but now they don't seek quality but quantity.

Cooking for thousands of people is a lot of work.

For such a skinny little girl, don't be half-tired and dizzy.

Only Huang Haisheng and Jiang Wei applied to build the fence, and everyone else turned around and returned to the village.

Damn, I'm happy for nothing.

Judging by the attitude of the staff, it doesn't look like they are here for disaster relief.

Does the G family really ignore them?

Or is there still a G family?

Wei Yan has experienced this kind of scene before, and he is not disappointed. He thinks that the army that came this time is considered good, and the people in power are still human, and they know how to build an orphanage to protect children.

Wish they lasted a little longer.

In the somber atmosphere, the crops are ripe.

Like other villagers, Wen Ruzhuan went out every day at dawn and returned home after dark.

Cutting millet, threshing millet, breaking corn, and occasionally using psychic liquid to force some out to mix in.

His whole body was tanned and shiny, and the skin on his back was peeling off layer by layer.

There was also a lot of prickly heat on the forehead and back.

Wei Yan has self-knowledge, he is not good at carrying millet and corn, what he can do is to change the original three meals a day to four meals a day, send it to the orchard after the man finishes eating, and then take the lunch box away Go home and clean.

Chasing sparrows is also his job.

There are always sparrows stealing the wet millet drying in the yard.

Pooping after stealing food is very annoying.

Wen Rujuan's picking and picking of dan millet caught the attention of the villagers.

Everyone's harvest is not good, but you have a good harvest alone, why?

The saying that the orchard has good feng shui has spread.

The households who rented out the land had some careful thoughts. Although they didn’t find anything special when they planted it by themselves before, isn’t there a saying that Feng Shui turns around? .

Wen Ruzhe is not a soft persimmon either, he signed a 12-year lease contract with those people.

All payments were made in installments over the first three years.

Now that half of the time has not passed, these people want to get the land back with a few words, of course it is impossible.

Looking at Gou Hongmei who came to ask for it, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly punched a cypress tree.

Bang, the cypress tree as thick as a wrist snapped.

Gou Hongmei swallowed her saliva, remembering the kick that Wen Rujue kicked Aunt Ge's back then.

Not daring to say anything else, he walked away in despair.

Gou Hongmei, the shrew, returned home in defeat, and other people who thought they were not good at eloquence also temporarily suppressed their thoughts. The Wen family boy was stunned, and he might beat someone if he got angry.

They comforted themselves: Maybe it wasn't the land. The Wen family had grown fruit trees well before. They were sweet and big, and they were all kinds of things. It would be the same if they were replaced with corn and rice.

After half a month of busy work, the sun-dried millet and corn were finally put into the storage room.

Wen Ruxuan was exhausted.

I eat and drink every day, but I still lose fat, and the edges and corners of my face are clear.

After finally finishing his work, he also wanted to stay in bed for a few days.

He sleeps until noon and refuses to get up, and his wife will not eat until the meal is brought to the bed.

Wei Yan also let him go, the skin on the dog man's back was peeling off gaudyly.

The dead skin has not fallen off, and some areas where the skin has fallen off are particularly white, and some are still pink.

I can't bear to look at it.

After resting like this for two days, Wen Rujuan finally recovered.

Thinking of pulling his wife to mess around.

It made Wei Yan unable to get out of bed.

I sleep until noon every day, get up and get something to eat, and go back to lie lazily after eating, read comics or chat.

Wen Ruzhuan had heard many bizarre stories told by his grandmother when he was a child, and in the past two days he has been retelling them to his wife for fun.

For example, there is a small road in their village, and strange things happen every time someone passes by at night.

Regardless of whether it is a torch or a flashlight, it will go out for no reason.

There was obviously no one around, but strange rustling noises could still be heard.

Another example is the tomb of a salt envoy in the next door village.

There is a bottomless black hole next to the tomb, and snakes and rats can often be seen crawling in and out of the hole.

Moreover, the roof of the tomb was sealed with glutinous rice paste, and even a chisel could not penetrate it.

Glutinous rice is recognized to ward off evil spirits.

If it weren't for the weirdness in the tomb, why seal it with glutinous rice?

Some people even said that they saw a dark shadow with a knife when they passed by.

Another example is that there is a mass grave on the road from their village to the urban area.

When my grandma was a teenager, there was no shuttle bus at all. If she wanted to go to the city, she had to walk on foot, and it took four or five days to get there.

It is inevitable to rest in the wild at night.

It stands to reason that wherever you go, you should rest there.

They did the same at first.

But once she was resting in the wild with her friends, something strange happened.

In the middle of the night, a little sister asked her to get up to go to the bathroom together, and the two of them stayed away from the main force and went to the nearby bushes.

While peeing, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a green light floating in the air.

The two were so frightened that they ran back rolling and crawling.

The others were woken up by them, and they also saw the green light floating in the air. A group of people ran away before they could get their things.

After inquiring about it with someone, it turned out that the place was a mass grave.

Since then, they have never dared to rest there.

Wei Yan's back felt cold when he heard it.

Afraid and curious at the same time, he twisted Wen Rujue to continue talking.

The result of continuing to talk was that he was so frightened that he didn't dare to pee alone at night, so he had to wake up the dog man to accompany him.

Wen Rujuan lifted a rock and smashed himself in the foot, but he still enjoyed it.

It's fun to scare my wife into screaming.

Relax enough and enjoy the fruits of your labor.

You have to taste the things you take home.

Choose twenty or so corn cobs and grind them into granules, then take them to Yan's house to borrow a mill, and grind them into cornmeal, which can be used for pancakes and boiled.

I also pounded some new grains. I borrowed the pestle and mortar for pounding rice from Granny Huang, and she still had it at home.

A busy job is over.

That night, the two ate new rice porridge and sweet corn cakes.

Half of the flour is mixed in the tortilla, so it doesn't taste too grainy.

The new rice that is pounded is a bit broken, but it is still very fragrant.

Both ate to their satisfaction.

Wen Ruzhuan thought that he should also make a set of pestle and mortar, and he couldn't ask someone to borrow it every time.

Forget it with a roller, it is too difficult to grind a stone, and he has no tools.

The pestle and mortar are simple.

The set at Granny Huang’s house was made of stone.

He just made sets of wood, and he was able to make do with it.