If you don't farm, you will be smashed [End Times]

In October, at this time in previous years, the coming of late autumn is accompanied by autumn rains, and the weather is getting cooler every day.

But this year, autumn doesn't seem to exist at all. The high temperature continued in July, and after many people died of sunburn and starvation, one day in late September, the weather changed suddenly.

It’s just one night, and there are many people who are suddenly woken up by freezing during the night. When they woke up the next morning, they found that the sun was nowhere to be seen, and the temperature dropped by dozens of degrees, instantly jumping from the unbearably hot summer to the cold winter. , autumn as a transition seems to be just a dream at night.

Since that day, the weather has become colder and colder every day. After several months of drought, there was a sudden torrential rain for less than half a month. The natural disasters that followed did not know how many people's hope of survival was destroyed.

Finally, the torrential rain stopped, the rain never stopped, even if it rained, it was only a drizzle, but the strong wind came from time to time.

Just then, the howling cold wind made a sharp and piercing whistling sound. Just by hearing the sound, one could tell that the wind must be as sharp as a knife to cut the air into such a sound.

In this kind of weather, no one would want to travel against the cold wind, but on a secluded road, there was a group of people supporting each other and trembling along the road.

The pedestrians were all wearing shabby black clothes whose original color could not be seen. There were chilblains all over their exposed faces, hands, and feet. The cold wind made them shrink their heads, but they still staggered forward.

Suddenly, a person fell down, and his companion seemed to be frozen in thought. He took a few steps forward stiffly before realizing it, and ran back staggeringly to hug him.

The woman walking next to this man was stunned for a while, and she opened her mouth to cry silently. She had no tears and no voice, and could only read the great grief from her face that could not be seen clearly.

A man with a beard sniffed and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm still alive."

Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief, and then they all frowned again. It is a good thing that the person is not dead, but what should we do now?None of them had the strength to continue on their way with someone on their backs.

It's getting dark early, if they can't quickly find the next lodging place that can shelter from the wind and cold, let alone look for the legendary Wangxiang City, they may not be able to survive by this time tomorrow.

But it is impossible to leave people behind. Although they are not relatives, they have supported each other until now, and they have saved each other's lives. Not relatives are better than relatives.

"I'll carry it on your back, you go first." The bearded man said concisely: "You go to the accommodation and leave a mark for me."

The others refused, and the weeping woman shook her head again and again. In this kind of horrible weather, when they walked together, they had to be careful not to be blinded by the wind and sand and go the wrong way. Let him go alone with an unconscious person on his back. Simply send him to die.

At a stalemate, they finally decided that the two of them would walk with the unconscious man, and they would take turns after walking for a while.

The group of people went on the road again, like a herd of migrating deer. Children walked in the middle of the crowd, followed by women and the wounded, and adult men walked on the outermost edge, always on the lookout for zombies that might rush out.

The sky was getting darker and the howling wind was getting more and more piercing. Fortunately, this group of passers-by found a dilapidated small village before the sky completely darkened.

They did not rush to cheer, and stopped outside the village with great experience. A man with a distressed face took out a water bag and threw it far away towards the village. The old water bag that fell far away could not withstand the impact and burst Come on, the blood stored inside flows out along the crack.

The cold wind sent out the bloody smell. They waited for a while, but they were relieved when they didn't see any zombies coming out of the village.

It was still arranged for two men to take the lead, and the others followed into the village and found a room that didn't look so dilapidated.

The earth-embryo room couldn't completely block the biting cold wind, and the thin wind blade pierced through the dilapidated wall and pierced the person's body, but it was much better than standing in the cold wind without shelter and barriers just now.

As soon as they entered the house, several people immediately acted in tacit understanding. A man went to rebury the blood-stained soil just now, so as not to attract zombies from other places.

Others also have their own division of labor, collecting materials for living, boiling water and cooking. Even a few children move their short legs around to find usable things. They are small and have many places to drill. Sometimes they collect There are more supplies than adults.

It's a pity that the house seems to have been ransacked, and there is nothing but dust, and the mouse holes are empty.

The two women searched around the kitchen, only found some firewood, and even the pot on the stove was pried away, and other oil and salt, the place where the container was placed was empty, and was searched very clean.

They went to other houses to look around, and it was the same situation. Obviously, the whole village was looted.

In the end, they could only hold some firewood to start living, and collected the straw that was thrown down, and prepared to lay a thick layer beside the fire, so that they could sleep well at night.

As for whether they will burn if they are too close to the fire, they can no longer control that much. If there is no fire that keeps the temperature at night, they will definitely freeze to death in their sleep.

They boiled half a can of soup that was so thin that it could be seen in the container they brought, and divided it into dinner. The soup was filled with all kinds of edible things they could find, including but not limited to ears of wheat and dried wild vegetables. , bark, grass roots, etc.

The bowls are not enough, they take turns to drink such a bowl of soup, even the youngest children can’t get enough, let alone the adults, but they still carefully pour their own bowl of soup into their stomachs, at least it can satisfy their stomachs. There's something in it that won't starve to death.

The youngest child seemed to be four or five years old or younger. He finished his own bowl of soup, licked off any water stains left on the bottom of the bowl, and then gave the bowl to others to use.

Just after drinking, the little stomach made a gurgling sound again, reminding the owner that it was hungry again.

Children and adults usually pat their stomachs and frown to endure, but the taste of hunger is too uncomfortable. The child swallowed dryly for a while, but it was of no avail. When the adults were not paying attention, they secretly grabbed a few straws that were used as beds and stuffed them into their mouths. .

The dried straw is very tough, and with the child's malnourished deciduous teeth, of course he couldn't chew it. The more he chewed, the hungrier he became.

When the adults found out that something was wrong, the child was so choked that he rolled his eyes and almost closed his breath.A woman thrust her hand into his mouth abruptly, forcefully pulled out the ball of straw, and then slapped the child on the back several times, watching him cough violently, and finally saved him.

The adults wanted to scold, but they couldn't bear it when they saw the children looking at the messy straw balls thrown on the ground with teary eyes.If they weren't extremely hungry, how could the children eat this thing? It's the adults who would be so hungry when they fell asleep at night, and chew a few straws in their mouths when they wake up in the morning.

The atmosphere became heavy all of a sudden, and a shadow was cast over the hearts of the people who were already distressed. Some people sobbed softly. It was too difficult to live, and they could not see hope every day.Sometimes they feel that they are not as good as those ugly and unconscious zombies, at least they don't know how to be hungry, and when they meet a crowd, they can have a full meal.

Suffering like this day after day is like a shadow of death, who doesn't know when it will take them away.

"What are you crying for?! People are not dead yet, so there is nothing to cry about." The bearded man scolded in a low voice, and then comforted him: "When we get to Wangxiangcheng, let's find a job to do it, and life will be easier."

Someone asked desperately in a crying voice: "Is it really hopeful? Is there really a place where there are no zombies, and as long as you work hard, you can eat and clothe yourself?"

The bearded man was silent for a moment, and his tone was extremely firm when he spoke: "Yes, the people in the caravan said that it is the best city, with a sacred tree as the city wall, to keep all zombies out. Their city lord is a descendant The little fairy in the city can tell the time of day and teach the city people how to grow food. They have inexhaustible food, and there are piles of food in the shops. As long as they earn money, they can buy it. No one will starve to death or freeze to death... "

Everyone listened quietly and earnestly. In fact, they had heard these words more than once, but every time they heard them, they would still be as amazed and unbelievable as they were when they heard it for the first time.

These words are like a seed of fire, falling on their desperate and gloomy hearts, rekindling a glimmer of hope.

The child who had just been rescued listened carefully, and made sure that the bearded man didn't intend to continue, so he hurriedly added: "There's also sugar! Their store also has sugar and snacks, which are so sweet and delicious!"

He licked his lips, salivating as if he just ate a piece.

Everyone else was amused, and the other two children also said:

"There are also clothes made of rabbit fur, warm!"

"I can still go to school, and I will go to school too, to learn my skills!"

The children's childish words dispelled the shadows in people's minds, yes, they have not reached a dead end yet, they have to persevere until they see the best city in the caravan's mouth.

After this spiritual encouragement, everyone's spirits were slightly lifted, and they said a few more words to imagine the beautiful life after arriving in Wangxiang City, and then packed their things and prepared to go to bed with a smile.

It is necessary to prepare more firewood. The fire cannot be extinguished at night. On such a day, once the fire is extinguished, they will be finished.

There was not enough firewood in this family, so three or two men were going to go to the neighbor's house to bring some firewood back.

It was too dark, and one of them held up a self-made torch to illuminate the road. As soon as he walked out of the house, the bitter cold wind blew the flame on the torch to one side, and the man next to him took a step forward to block the wind. A little flame no longer barks its teeth and claws.

The remaining man stepped forward to open the door. He was still immersed in the topic just now, and his heart was hot: "When I go to Wangxiang City in the future, I will sell lanterns. My family has been making lanterns for a few lifetimes, and the hall is bright... .”

Before he finished speaking, there was no further follow-up. The two companions behind him only heard a short muffled grunt. With the faint light of the torch, they saw a bloody nail protruding from the man's back. The palm, that palm pierced through the man's body.

A strange cry of joy and sorrow came from in front of the man, and the man who lost his life in an instant fell to one side uncontrollably, but in the next second, an equally withered and ugly hand grabbed his neck.

The author has something to say: Cough cough, I have a cold and my throat hurts!Beep!

Little ones, please keep warm. It’s too easy to catch a cold during the season change. I’m afraid of contagion. I won’t give it to you...

*Thanks to the little angels who voted for me to overlord or irrigate nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: Sleep 1 when you are full;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!