The counterattack of the scheming beauty of the apocalypse

If Wei Feng were here, he would definitely yell for injustice, how could he take what the man said on the bed seriously?

At a critical juncture, to be honest, he must not be kicked out of bed.

I'm selling meat now, and I don't have any self-knowledge. You treat yourself as a commodity, but I can still treat you as a person?

Shui Yixiu doesn't care whether Wei Feng's words are true or false.

Anyway, if you say it, you have to be responsible.

If it weren't for the severe stomachache, I couldn't get out of bed.

She will rush into Wei's house now to ask for an explanation.

The sound next to him stopped.

The customer pulls up his pants and leaves.

Gu Mei picked up the skirt and buttoned it slowly.

Shui Yixiu wanted water, but she couldn't open her mouth. Gu Mei had been at odds with her all along, so she was so happy to see her unlucky this time.

Gu Mei didn't bother to talk to her at all, she buttoned her skirt and left enchantingly.

Shui Yixiu was even angrier, bitches, they are all bitches, there is no good thing.

Autumn is getting stronger.

Dead leaves fell all over the shed.

Gu Mei took a deep breath and stretched her waist.

A bicycle passed in front of her.

It's as warm as 昫.

There is also a handsome little guy in the back seat of the car.

The little handsome guy was carrying a basket of attractive oranges, and his hands were around the man's waist.

No wonder, she said why this farmer never paid attention to her, it turned out to be a crook.

Thanks to her racking her brains to create so many 'encounters'.

Knowing that there was no way to go, Gu Mei quickly gave up and turned her attention to Huang Haisheng. That idiot Shui Yixiu could coax him around, there was no reason why she couldn't.

Wei Yan's shoulders were almost collapsed by the basket.

This morning the dog man said after breakfast that he wanted to go to the base to see the situation, but he wasn't ready to take him with him, so of course he didn't do it, he insisted on not leaving with his thighs in his arms.

Wen Ruxuan had no choice but to bring his wife with him.

It was originally expected that the back seat of the backpack would be taken by the wife, so the wife had to carry the backpack.

The back basket is heavy.

Wei Yan regretted it so much.

He shouldn't have a brain twitch, wouldn't it be nice to just get back under the covers and sleep back in the cage?

My shoulders hurt and my butt hurts too.

This broken road is full of potholes, and his two buttocks are shaking into eight petals.

After holding back for a while, Wei Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and hurriedly called to stop: "Brother Zhe, stop, stop."

Wen Ruzhe stopped, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wei Yan pursed his mouth, his eyes were red: "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt?" Wen Rujue asked softly, maybe he didn't notice the injury last night.

"Shoulder hurts, it's so heavy."

Wen Ruzhuan hurriedly helped to unload the pannier, and then opened the collar to see that there were bruises on Bai Nennen's shoulders: "I told you not to come, you must come."

Wei Yan: "...you are fierce to me".

Wen Ruzhuan sighed, he couldn't be fierce, if he didn't listen to what he said, what should he do.

He picked up half of the oranges before going out, but still pushed his wife down: "I didn't hurt you, I was speaking the truth." How dare you be fierce.

Wei Yan was obsessed with nonsense: "What reason are you talking to me? You are talking to outsiders."

Wen Ruzhu: "... Yanyan, be good, I'll take you back, okay?"

"not good."

"Then what do you say?"

"On the cart, let's push it."

All right, what the wife says is what she says.

There are many soldiers carrying color steel plates on the road, and the base is running out of gasoline, so the distribution has stopped, so the materials can only be carried manually.

Manual handling is time-consuming, labor-intensive, and expensive, so the price will naturally have to be raised.

Most of the villagers who waited and watched regretted it, and there were still a small number of stable ones. They were not in a hurry to watch the neighbors bargaining: "Why panic, take your time", maybe it will be cheaper after repairing.

It's a pity that this wish is doomed to fail. The materials transported to the village now are leftovers from the base to build houses. There are not many in the first place, and there are too many villagers whose houses have collapsed. It won't take long for them to run out.

The soldiers didn't feel very tired after carrying the steel plates and anti-rust paint over and over again, but Wei Yan was very tired after walking for a while empty-handed.

Wen Rujuan lifted him to the front seat and pushed him to continue walking.

The front seat of the bicycle is covered with sponge, and it is much more comfortable to sit on than the back seat. Wei Yan felt a little guilty: "Brother Xie, I'd better get down."

"Sit down, and be careful not to fall." Why come down, walk like a snail, if you delay, it will be dark.

"Are you tired from pushing?"

"Not tired."

Wei Yan took a closer look, he didn't even sweat, he seemed really not tired, he felt relieved, took an orange and peeled it.

Peeling all the way, throwing the orange peel all the way, anyway, the ground is full of mud, and there is no question of whether it will pollute the environment.

The plump oranges are a bit icey in the mouth.

It's also a little sweet, with some sourness in the sweetness, and the taste is very good.

Wei Yan stuffed a petal into the man's mouth: "Is it sweet?"

Wen Ruyan swallowed it whole, and didn't taste it, but remembered the soft touch of his wife's fingertips against her lips: "If you haven't eaten it, have another one."

"Are you eating ginseng fruit like Zhu Bajie?"

Wei Yan fed another two petals: "Eat slowly." Don't be in a hurry, you are not afraid of choking.

Wen Ruzhe chewed slowly: "It's a bit sweet."

"Obviously very sweet, very sweet."

"Then I'll try again."

As she said that, Wen Ruju leaned over and rolled up the orange petals that Wei Yan had just ate into her mouth, and ran away.

Wei Yan: "..." It's obvious that the dog man's tongue was not flexible at all before, so he knew how to lick it, and he didn't know when he developed the technique.

Wen Ruzhe ate the orange and squinted his eyes facing the morning sun. It was indeed sweet, as sweet as if it had just been taken out of a honeypot.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered that Uncle Yan took Aunt Xiaofen to the market many years ago.

Yan Qingyang was only a few years old at that time.

He is also only a few years old.

Grandma is too busy in the field alone, so he has to go to the field to help weed and water.

On the side of a dirt road.

People going to the market passed by talking and laughing in twos and threes.

Uncle Yan also pushed such an old-fashioned bicycle past.

Aunt Xiaofen sat in the front seat, and Yan Qingyang sat in the back seat.

Yan Qingyang is timid and afraid of heights, so he tugged at the corner of Aunt Xiaofen's clothes and cried, crying until his nose protruded.

Aunt Xiaofen turned her head to coax him softly, and wiped his snot with a handkerchief.Uncle Yan also lowered his voice to coax him. In the end, he really had no choice but to carry his son on his neck.

Now Yan Qingyang was not afraid anymore, she smiled so much that she showed her small teeth, pulled her father's hair, and rode on the horse with a pause.

He looked at it, and couldn't say whether he envied it or not, anyway, he still clearly remembered the strong and sense of emptiness after a long time.

"Yanyan, do you want to ride a horse?"

Wei Yan doesn't really think about it, he's not a child, but looking at the man's eyes, do you want him to think about it?Then think about it.

The mount under the buttocks has been changed, and the breathing is smoother and the field of vision is wider.

The man walks quickly and steadily, so he doesn't have to be afraid of falling.

Holding his wife's calf, Wen Rujuan finally felt satisfied.

I only rode for a short period of time on horseback, and the one-handed cart was too much a test of skill.

Wei Yan sat back in the front seat again.

At this time, it is also close to the destination, and the outline can be clearly seen.

The base has already taken shape.

The wall stands tall.

There are soldiers guarding the gate, and you need to pay and register to enter.

The two handed over two oranges as a fee to enter the city.

As soon as I entered, I was attracted by the candy on the side of the road.

Many children lined up in front of the booth, holding green wild vegetable and grain cakes in their hands.Half a cake can be exchanged for two sticks of stirring sugar.

Next to it was an exchange office, and the children went in with baskets of dog feces, came out with only a pancake, and then came to line up.

Love is still a chain.

Wei Yan dragged Wen Rujue to line up too.

In a group of three-inch men, there are two adults who are particularly conspicuous.

The kid in front looked back at Wei Yan, and noticed that the oranges in the basket next to him were particularly pleasantly surprised: "How do you sell this, and how much is it?"

"Not for money, but for things." The little boy thought him stupid.

"What do you want in exchange?" He hasn't eaten an orange for a long time, and it looks very sweet.

This question is rich and powerful: "What do you have?"

"I have rice and cornmeal."

"Oh, what a coincidence, I have it too."

Child: "...then what do you lack?"

"I'm short of meat."

He's still short of meat, so he trades meat for fruit when he's out of his mind: "I don't have one either, so get another."

"Then I won't be short."

Child: "..." Are you a devil?

Seeing that the child was about to cry, Wei Yan quickly stuffed a slice of orange into his mouth: "Please eat."

Child:"……"

After buying the candy, the two moved to other places.

There are countless merchants selling furniture and daily necessities.

Occasionally there are a few vendors selling vegetables.

There was only one stall selling salt, and it was guarded by soldiers. It seemed that the salt industry had been monopolized by the government.

There are many more people on the street than expected, and I don't know where they came from.

They were sallow and thin, but their eyes were bright, and they yelled in groups to eat and go to work.

The fence still needs to be heightened and thickened. The land can never be reclaimed completely. They will always have jobs and food. Anyway, as long as they finish the prescribed work every day, they can go to the cafeteria of the base to get pancakes.

Under the pressure of life, these urbanites who don't distinguish between five grains have rapidly transformed their crops.

The sun has fully risen.

It shines golden on the tin house.

Giant bright red banners hung every few meters on the wall.

Dou Dayi wrote in the letter: Sincerely looking for agricultural experts, once hired, the treatment will be favorable.

There are two rows of small characters below the big characters:

Interview location: General Office of the Base.

Only undergraduates and above, others do not disturb.

Wei Yan looked at the man: "Brother Ji, what degree do you have?"

Wen Ruzhu was a little embarrassed: "High school, why are you asking this?"

"Ask and play".

That must not be through a serious interview. The masters are among the people, and the leaders of the base don't understand this. They are still limited to academic qualifications. What a fart: "Come on, let's go over there and have a look."

The front was crowded with many adults and children.

With a loud bang, a cloud of white smoke rose up, and the children cheered and jumped for joy.

One after another, people squeezed in with corn or rice, and squeezed out with a bag of popcorn.

It turned out to be making popcorn.

Wei Yan bribed the child with a few slices of oranges to make way, and pushed the man to the front.

The stall owner turned out to be Yan Qingyang.

This kid got a 'big-gunner popcorn machine' out of nowhere, and came to the base without making a sound.

The movements are well-formed, pulling the bellows with one hand and shaking the hand with the other.

A child next to him was helping him, holding two measuring cups, one large and one small, and charged according to the amount of food passed by the customer.

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