The counterattack of the scheming beauty of the apocalypse

Watching the iron gate close in front of her, Wen Fangfang exploded with anger.

You idiot, just wait, she has to go in and pick some fruits!

Wen Rujue felt that he had made it clear enough, so he worked in the orchard until evening with peace of mind, and went home to eat with the apples he had just picked.

At the dinner table, he talked about what happened in the afternoon. When Wei Yan heard this, he lost his appetite immediately, and put down his chopsticks: "So you let her go after a few words?"

Wen Ruzhen didn't dare to answer, feeling that his wife was not in a good mood, but Wen Fangfang was a girl after all, her thighs were not as thick as his arms, so he couldn't beat her up.

"Let's just say a few words, do you think she won't go to the orchard to steal things again?"

Wen Ruzhe: "..." He really thought so. Girls are thin-skinned, and if they are told in person that they should, probably, maybe they won't do it again?

Wei Yan hates iron for being weak. After eating, without washing the dishes, he dug into the storage room and found a bottle of high-efficiency insecticide. He put on protective clothing, gloves, glasses, and a mask, put on the sprayer on his back, and went out.

I like to steal, I will let you steal as much as you want.

Wen Ruxuan hurriedly followed, it's winter, it's so cold, don't get frostbite when you go out: "Yanyan, wait for me."

Wei Yan didn't want to wait, but the dog man was taller and had longer legs than him, so he was caught up within a short distance.

"Yanyan, what are you doing?"

Wei Yan is not pleasing to the eyes of dog men now, and he speaks in a harsh tone: "Can't you see it? I'll go and spray the fruit trees."

"Okay, the tree has no insects, what kind of medicine to spray?" If you spray too much, you will poison yourself when you eat...

"I can spray if I want, leave me alone."

"That's not what I mean. I don't care about you, but it takes at least seven days for the spray to evaporate before picking. Have you stopped eating fruit these days?"

"I don't want to eat it!" He has made love with Wen Fangfang today, and he is willing to kill eight hundred enemies and lose one thousand, but he is not willing to let her take advantage of it.

Wen Rujuan was too fierce to speak, and followed to the orchard step by step.

Wei Yan was trampled on his heels, and he turned his head fiercely again: "Stay away, I'm going to mix the medicine." I didn't see him unpacking the insecticide. Isn't it afraid of being poisoned when the medicine evaporates?

温如昫退到十米外：“延延，比例不对，水和药的比例是1:1500~2000。”他老婆兑水的比例有1:100吗？

"To shut up."

Wen Ruzhu: "..."

Watching his wife spray high-concentration insecticides on apple juice, orange trees, grapefruit trees, etc. in the orchard, Wen Ruyi finally came to his senses.

Does his wife think that Wen Fangfang will steal again?

After spraying the medicine, Wei Yan finally felt a little more at ease.

Don't steal it.

If you steal, huh...

When they got home, both of them took a good bath with soap.

Wen Ruxuan is not very afraid of the cold.

Wei Yan was terribly cold, shrunk into a ball, like a kitten in the rain, unable to warm up for a long time.

Wen Ruxuan hugged him in his arms, rubbed his cold feet, and coaxed him carefully: "Yanyan, be good, don't be angry, it will hurt you."

Wei Yan didn't speak, did he want to get angry?

"Really, there is no need to spray the medicine. She was scolded by me, and she will definitely not come again. Look at what's going on now. I can't eat the fruit, and I have to suffer from the cold. Is it worthwhile?" In case of a cold, you have to If you suffer for a long time, you will lose a lot.

"My pleasure."

"Okay, okay, as long as you're happy, dear, come and kiss me."

Still want to kiss, kiss a fart, Wei Yan slapped the man's big face away, lifted the quilt, and retracted: "Go and kiss your sister."

Wen Ruzhe also squeezed into the quilt: "Why should I kiss her, I just want to kiss you."

"Hands off."

"I do not."

"There... don't allow..."

The wooden bed frame creaked.

Wei Yan had a good taste of what it was like to fight at the head of the bed and fight at the end of the bed.

In the middle of the night, Wen Rujue went to twist the hot handkerchief to wipe his wife's body.

Wei Yan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and let the man turn him over and over again: "Are you alright?"

"Okay, okay", Wen Ruyi threw the handkerchief into the washbasin, and got back under the covers.

A white light flashed across the window.

Then there was an explosion of thunder.

Successive thunderclaps resounded through the sky.

Wei Yan trembled from the shock, and reflexively buried his face in the man's arms.

Wen Ruzhu hugged him tightly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

"It's going to cool down, go and turn out the duvet and quilt." Wei Yan was completely sleepless, and he clearly remembered that after this rare thunder snow, the extreme cold came.

The snowstorm caught everyone off guard.

Who would have expected that there would be a day of snow drifting thousands of miles in the south?

In his previous life, this was also the first time he saw snow in his life.

Not romantic, just creepy.

At that time, everyone in the staff dormitory got up, and everyone was squeezed together in old yellow quilts.

Trembling and thinking: Will they be frozen to death, can they still see the sun tomorrow?

The pervasive cold tortured everyone's nerves all the time.

After a long, long time, the sky finally dawned and the snow finally stopped.

Everyone showed the smiles of the survivors.

He couldn't wait to open the window, and stretched his hand out of the window, feeling the warmth of the sun on his hands.

Kitchen Lao Yang let out an exclamation.

He turned his head and saw Lao Yang clutching his frozen ear helplessly.

Goose feathers and heavy snow fell one after another.

The cold air seeped into the house through the cracks in the windows.

Wei Yan shrank his neck from the cold, and kicked the man again: "Hurry up."

Wen Rujuan hurried over.

Move back two duvets, two thick cotton quilts.

A cotton comforter is tucked under the sheet, and a duvet is draped over the original comforter.

With such a thick cover, the two still couldn't feel any warmth.

Wei Yan's hands and feet were stiff, and he curled up into a small ball in the man's arms.

Wen Ruzhuo was really afraid that his wife would freeze to death: "Yanyan, it's cold in bed, why don't we get up and cook hot pot?"

Wei Yan didn't want to move, his mind was clear, but his body was exhausted, every part of his body clamored for a rest: "No."

"Hey, be obedient, if you lie down again, you may catch a cold."

It was rare for Wen Ruzhe to get angry once, and forcefully dug him out of the bed, and Koala hugged him and put on his clothes and pants.

Wei Yan was wrapped in three down jackets, which were so thick that it was inconvenient to move around, and then he was carried to the kitchen by the dog man and put on the stool.

The firewood was lit, orange flames dancing in the darkness.

Wen Rujue dug out a pack of hot pot ingredients.

After the pot is heated, pour a small amount of oil, then put the hot pot ingredients in and stir-fry. When it is fragrant, add a ladle of water.

After the water boils, add potato slices, lotus root, luncheon meat, green vegetables, bean sprouts and soaked fungus.

Cook for about 10 minutes.

The cold wind howled outside.

The two people in the room were sweating profusely eating around the pot.

Wei Yan was so hot that his lips were red, and he kept breathing, and he buried two more sweet potatoes in the stove.

The residual temperature of the charcoal slowly roasts the sweet potatoes to give off their aroma.

After eating the spicy one, eat a sweet roasted sweet potato to neutralize it.

The heavy snow fell for a long time, and it gradually stopped around noon.

Wei Yan was extremely sleepy, hugged the hot water bottle, went back to bed and fell asleep.

Wen Ruzhang went out and took a look around.

The situation in the village is very bad.

The thatched huts were all crushed by the snow, and those villagers who were not willing to spend food and money to build new houses were forever buried under it.

Granny Ding, the oldest in the village, is one of them.

As an elderly person who is overdue, she has appeared on local TV many times.

Every time before the TV station came to interview, her two sons would fight for her.

And this is just because of the red envelopes sent by the TV station.

In their words: money is dropped from the sky, if you don't pick it up, you won't pick it up.

Both brothers were active when it was beneficial, but when it came to the elderly mother, no one said anything.

It's fine if you don't raise it normally, but this time, the old lady was crushed to death by the snow, which is unjustifiable.

Uncle Ba's face was livid with anger: "Ding Da, tell me, why don't you take your mother to live in a new house?"

The boss of the Ding family lowered his head: "She doesn't get along with my wife, and she doesn't want to live together."

"Ding Er, tell me."

"She doesn't get along with my wife either."

"Fart, bastard, your mother has lived for so many years, who in the village doesn't praise her for being kind, why don't you get along, I think you are deliberately trying to get along with her."

Granny Huang chimed in: "Ding Da, Ding Er, it's not easy for your mother, a widow, to pull you up. The money for your schooling is saved by her getting up in the middle of the night every day to make tofu."

Ding Da was impatient to hear that, what's wrong with making tofu to save tuition fees, which family doesn't send their children to school?

As long as his mother has a little ability, he doesn't have to work hard. In the end, he is too stupid to blame others.

Now that everyone is dead, what's the point of going over these old accounts, asking him to pay for his life?

Ding Er felt a little guilty, but only a little bit.

All three of his sons are married, and the elder one gave birth to a pair of twins this year. There are 10 people in the family, who are squeezed into two small iron houses, and it is difficult to turn around.

Add another old lady, and you can't send people plague.

From this point of view, he is really helpless.

Uncle Ba asked again: "If you do this, you won't be afraid that the younger generation at home will follow suit?"

Ding Da raised his eyebrows: "They dare."

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. You have all done this, so why don't they..."

Ding Er interrupted Uncle Ba: "Uncle Ba, what do you want us to do?"

"It's not me, it's you who think about what to do. Your mother is afraid that you two will be angry with your stepfather. She has been a widow for more than 70 years and has never remarried. You still treat her like this, and you are not afraid of thunder."

Ding Da said: "Uncle Ba, you make it sound like we never raised her. If we didn't raise her, she would have starved to death."

"It's about the same for her to support you," the villagers said in a hurry.

When the town market was still there, Granny Ding kept embroidering insoles and went to the town to sell them. Sometimes they could sell for ten or twenty dollars, and sometimes they could sell for more than 100 yuan if they were lucky.

A skinny old lady who ate little and had no desire to shop, didn't she give all her money to her son.

As for the two sons, when they bought meat, they would only eat it when the old lady went to the town to set up a stall.

My own face was full of red from eating, and my mother was so hungry that her face was yellow and thin.

I don't buy new clothes for my mother during the holidays.

What does it look like?