The counterattack of the scheming beauty of the apocalypse

Kneel down.

Being afraid of your wife is not counseling, it is love, and it is manliness.

Seeing the dog man so obedient, Wei Yan couldn't bear it, took a sip of lotus leaf tea, cleared his throat: "Have you delivered the orange?"

"delivered."

"Aren't you going to the field today?"

"go".

"Then why are you still here?"

Wen Ruxuan smirked, his wife was so cute when she said soft words, she got up and hugged him and kissed him: "Then I'll go, oh, no, I'll rub the medicine on you before I go."

Wei Yan: "..." The sky is bright and bright, so I'm really not ashamed.

After applying the medicine, Wei Yan could only wear loose pajama pants, and the off-white pants were stained light green by the unabsorbed ointment, which made him embarrassed to go out.

Wen Ruxuan mixed a little psychic liquid into the ointment, reckoning that his wife's injury would heal in a day or two, so he was relieved.

He hugged his wife for a while and refused to get up, thinking: Actually, there is not much work in the field, so it's okay if you don't go out today.

Wei Yan grabbed the waistband of his trousers and gave the man a kick, and he was really going to die if he was messed with again: "Go to the ground."

Wen Ruzhu took advantage of the situation and grabbed his wife's feet: "I want the horse to run, but I don't want to give the horse grass."

Wei Yan: "..." Hasn't he fed enough 'grass' yet?Grass juice is almost squeezed dry.

"If you mess with me again, I will sleep in the living room tonight."

Wen Ruzhu: "..." It's not like he doesn't have a key.

"I have taken the spare key for the kitchen."

Wen Ruzhu: "Let's go."

Maybe it's not suitable to go out today.

As soon as he opened the courtyard door, he ran into Yan Qingyang knocking on the door.

Yan Qingyang frowned: "Something has happened, hurry up and go to the sun-drying field."

"what's up?"

"I don't know either, I'll know when I go."

As soon as he heard that there was something important, Wei Yan changed into a pair of pants and followed him out.

When they arrived, they realized that they were still late.

Almost all the villagers came.

Zhang Yun and four men were tied up and knelt in the middle of the grain drying field.

"Folks, be quiet," said the short soldier: "Some people may have heard about what happened last night, but most of them probably haven't. I'll tell you more."

"After ten o'clock last night, when we went back, we met these five people. They were covered in blood, carried a lot of things, were sneaky and looked suspicious, so we arrested them for interrogation."

"Oh, don't be verbose, just get straight to the point, and you have to go to the field," anxious villagers began to urge.

"After interrogation, these five people confessed to the massacre of the Zhao family."

Several soldiers carried out the bloody corpses. Zhao Dabao, Zhao Manyue, and old man Zhao all had pale skin and their eyes were wide open.

The sun-drying field suddenly became quiet. The death of people in the previous earthquake was a natural disaster, and no one could do anything about it.

This time it was a man-made disaster, and the murderer was still half of the villagers.

The little soldier told the whole story.

After Zhang Yun was kicked out of Zhao's house, she has always held a grudge. She tried to talk softly to Zhao Dabao, hoping to rebuild her life.

But Zhao Dabao was persuaded by Zhao Manyue and wanted to give her another chill.

Zhang Yun couldn't accept that the people who used to be obedient and obedient suddenly became like this, so he came back with a few refugees who had fled from the next town to the nearby town to take revenge.

Probably God has eyes.

Let them have bad luck.

Usually, after ten o'clock, everyone is basically asleep, and no one will wander around outside. Today, the soldiers repaired the house and delayed the time.

Just hit it.

The nature of the matter was so bad that the short soldier announced that the Mu Cang Judgment would be held on the spot after finishing his speech.

Zhang Yun kept crying.

She regretted it, really regretted it.

Only after being kicked out did I realize that life outside was difficult.

At first, she went to the base to repair the fence, which was a laborious job. She was thin and small, and she couldn't keep up with others who worked half a day after a hard day.

Correspondingly, the food received is less than half of others.

She couldn't eat enough and consumed a lot, and she couldn't bear it for a long time.

Go sell it, you won't be able to pass the test in your heart.

I always feel dirty and afraid of being infected.

Go to find Zhao Dabao, Zhao Dabao is another boy who listens to his mother in everything.

Life and death are unwilling to take her home again.

There was really no way to go, so she wanted to be quiet in the deserted wilderness, to let her mind go.

As a result, I met refugees from the next town.

The eyes of these refugees are completely different from those of the people in their town. They looked at her like wild animals looking at slaughtered cattle and sheep.

Every night someone came to beat her and bully her.

Sometimes it's one or two, sometimes it's three or four.

Get on top of her when you've had enough, and do some nasty things.

She tried to escape, but she couldn't run very far before being caught back.

I also tried to resist, but in the end I was beaten to death.

No choice but to accept fate.

It's just that when she was tossing and turning late at night, she still couldn't help thinking, if the Zhao family hadn't kicked her out, would these things not have happened?

The more I think about it, the more I hate it.

She didn't dare to hate the four refugees, she was afraid of being beaten.

She only dared to hate Zhao Dabao, Zhao Manyue, and the Zhao family.

Therefore, when the four of them were discussing that the food reserves were exhausted and they needed to find a place to make a vote, she suggested going to Zhao's house without hesitation.

At that time, she felt that she was right, the hatchet was chopped on Zhao Manyue's shoulder, and she even felt an unparalleled sense of pleasure when the blood splashed on her face.

Under the banner of doing what is best for her, this old woman will take care of everything.

Everything in the boudoir was to be torn apart and crushed to let her precious son talk about it.

Do you really think your son is only eight months old this year?

It's just that when carrying the food away, Zhao Dabao, who was still alive, struggled and grabbed her ankle, questioning silently in his eyes.

Her heart trembled, and she felt cold all over for no reason.

Bang bang bang.

The sparrow was startled by the sound of the wooden warehouse and flew out of the woods.

Blood flowed on the ground.

Zhang Yun fell down, facing Zhao Dabao's unrepentant face.

The sun is coming out.

The soldiers leave.

There were flies hovering over the corpses on the grain drying ground, and a villager asked, "Uncle Ba, look at this..."

The eighth uncle sighed: "Let's move all the firewood from Zhao's family and use it. If there is not enough, let's make more."

Smoke billows.

The firewood crackled.

The blood on the ground slowly dried.

Wei Yan was not in the mood to go home, and followed Wen Ruzhe to the orchard.

The lettuce in the garden grows just right, the leaves are shiny green, and the rhizomes are thick and fat.

A few have not been plucked for a long time, and they are already old, the leaves are beginning to wither, and the color of the rhizomes has changed from light green to dark green.

They guard a garden of vegetables and can't finish them, while others take risks for a bite to eat. It's actually quite sad to think about it.

But how many people can these extra dishes help?

People are greedy.

If you are given vegetables today, you will want food tomorrow; if you are given food tomorrow, you will want meat the day after tomorrow.

Once dissatisfied, resentment will arise instead.

At that time, the days will not be over.

The wife was in a bad mood, and Wen Ruyan couldn't pull the weeds, so he pulled out a small piece and took off his cotton gloves, walked over and held his wife's tender face: "Yanyan, do you want to eat crabs?"

"Think", thinking of the plump crab, Wei Yan's spirit lifted.

"Let's go, let's touch the crabs."

"Where are there crabs?" The ones in the ditches were almost wiped out by the children in the village.

"Just come with me."

It was so mysterious that it really aroused Wei Yan's curiosity. The two put on their straw hats and headed towards the stream.

By the stream, there are a few children touching small snails for the chickens and ducks at home.

They don't have the habit of eating snails here. One is that the snails in the stream are too small to eat, and the other is that they are afraid of parasites such as angiostrongylus.

Wei Yan followed the man to the water's edge: "The children in this place have touched it thousands of times."

"You close your eyes."

"Why are you closing your eyes?"

"Believe it or not, you can see big crabs when you open your eyes again?"

"Do not believe."

"Then let's make a bet. If you lose, let's go to the reed marsh over there and try."

Wei Yan quickly covered the dog man's mouth and lowered his voice: "There are children over there." Don't teach the children badly.

Wen Rujuan took off his wife's hand: "Let's just say whether to gamble or not."

Wei Yan: "...bet", he wants to see where the man conjures a big crab.

"Close your eyes, don't peek."

Wei Yan closed his eyes and turned his back: "That's fine."

"Count down to thirty", Wen Ruxuan knelt down, put his hand into the stream, stirred vigorously a few times, and turned the water into a cloudy yellow, and then a drop of psychic liquid oozes out of his palm.

The surviving fish, shrimps and crabs frantically rushed towards the spiritual liquid.

The water got murkier.

He only caught a small crucian carp three fingers wide, and two 'biggest' crabs.

It is said to be the largest, but it is actually a little bigger than a fingernail, and it is not enough to fit between the teeth.

These little bastards in the village are so ruthless that they really touched the big crab.

"...Three, two, one, did you touch it? I opened my eyes."

Wen Ruzhe: "..." How dare he say he touched it.

As soon as Wei Yan turned around, he saw crucian carp and miniature crabs in the man's hands. The grass was strong enough, and he really touched it, but he didn't want to roll in the reeds: "This is what you said ~ big ~ crabs, really big enough , should still be drinking milk."

Wen Ruzhu: "..."

Wei extended his shot: "Play for me."

Wen Rujuan rinsed the two crabs in the stream before placing them in his wife's palm.

Wei Yan's hands were extremely white, and the little crab, which was so dark, looked even darker under such a contrast, probably fainted by being washed, and turned around several times in place.

It made Wei Yan's palms itch.

Pretty cute.

Wei Yan was stunned: "Brother Xie, let's raise it."

"Okay", originally he planned to throw the fish soup into the soup and cook it, since the wife wants to raise it, let's raise it.

The two went back home, Wei Yan washed a glass bottle in a good mood, and put the little crab in it.

The sun shone on the glass bottle, and there was a soft spot on the window sill.

It's almost noon, and it's time to cook.

Wen Rujuan disemboweled the small crucian carp, and smeared ginger on it to remove the fishy smell.

Then burn the fire and pour the oil into the pan to fry.

The fried fish is very easy to make a milky white soup.

Smelling the smell of fish, Wei Yan couldn't care less about watching the little crab playing in the water, and ran to the kitchen eagerly to look at the pot.

Wen Rujuan cruelly covered the pot: "It's not cooked yet, we have to wait a while."

"OK then."

After 5 minutes, Wei Yan came again: "Are you familiar?"

Wen Ruzhu: "...not yet".

After another 5 minutes, Wei Yan came: "Is it familiar this time?"

Wen Ruzhu: "..."