The counterattack of the scheming beauty of the apocalypse

Chapter 14 14

The earthquake triggered a tsunami, and many island countries sank. People disappeared into the sea forever before they could even call for help.

The inland area was not much better. Dozens of high-rise buildings with hundreds of floors collapsed in an instant, killing more than half of them, and countless people were displaced.

Their city is more serious than other urban areas.

Because it is not in the earthquake zone, some developers cut corners blatantly, the cement used is not up to standard, and the steel bars are also rotten.

Some people spend the money saved in the first half of their lives to pay the down payment, and then spend the second half of their lives to repay the mortgage, in exchange for a smooth donkey shit.

I lived in it for less than a year, the ground cracked, the roof leaked, it rained heavily, and it rained lightly in the house, and a few pieces of cement fell from the ceiling from time to time.

Residents in the lower floors are even worse, the sewage pipes are not planned properly, and sewage is poured in from time to time, and the decoration and furniture are all soaked.

How can such a house withstand earthquakes?

He still remembers the scene at that time.

At that time, he was walking on the street, worried about next month's rent and tomorrow's food expenses.

Suddenly, the earth trembled and the mountains shook, and the sky was filled with dust.

Crying, shouting, and howling were mixed together.

Skyscrapers were flattened in an instant.

The billboard fell from the shock and hit the back of his head. He was unconscious for an unknown period of time, and when he woke up again, the world was completely changed, devastated, with corpses everywhere, and there was no sound.

There was no life in the bustling streets of the past.

He survived on food dug up from the rubble.

Live like a wild dog.

Homeless, no relatives to vote for.

Sitting alone on the street late at night, feeling the continuous aftershocks, facing death at all times.

My heart also hardened.

On the third day, he finally met a woman with a child on her back. The woman's face was numb and her body was dirty. Seeing him holding a bottle of milk in her hand, she seemed to come alive suddenly, and ran to grab him in a daze.

Of course he would not agree, the rescue would not know how long it would take, and he did not want to die in place of others.

He had a fight with a woman, and he lost. The woman was a lunatic, she would bite if she couldn't beat her, and she wanted to grab this bottle of milk even if she died.

He shrank to one side, watching the woman unfasten the rope from her back and put down the motionless child.

The child was motionless, with his head hanging limply.

The woman unscrewed the bottle cap and fed it to the child's mouth: "Baby, drink neinei, be good, don't sleep."

"Come on, it's time to get up."

The child remained motionless, dead.

With tears in her eyes, the woman tied the child back on her back again, muttering to herself, "Okay, okay, just sleep for a while."

Wei Yan's eyes suddenly became hot, what a pity for parents all over the world.

Are all parents the same?

The same rice feeds all kinds of people.

But why the hell doesn't love him?

He was jealous of the dead child.

Soon after, the mother with the child also died.

Exposure to the streets.

Their bodies were mutilated when he found them.

The soft meat on the thighs and belly had marks of being cut by a knife.

Some people in the city have realized that there will be no rescue. What does no rescue mean?

Elsewhere the situation is worse.

The G family cannot be saved.

It is better to save yourself than to wait for death without hope.

Self-help needs food, and the food dug out from the ruins is getting less and less. What else can I eat?

Some people began to look at the newly dead bodies and the living people around them.

In the dead of night, Wei Yan dug a hole and buried the mother and son's bodies.

The burial was very shallow, he was very hungry, and he really had no strength. If someone else found it, it would only be the mother and son's bad luck.

As a reward, he took away the milk bottle that was clutched in the woman's hand.

There has been a circle of green hair growing on the mouth of the bottle, which is probably why it was not taken away.

He poured out the spoiled milk in it, washed the body of the bottle with mud and sand, and brought it back to his hiding place, occasionally staring in a daze.

Think carefully about the twenty years of his life.

My father doesn't love me, my mother doesn't love me, I don't have any special friends, I'm busy, I don't get anything, and my life is really a failure.

He would never allow himself to be in the same situation in his life.

He hugged Wen Rulu tightly, like hugging a life-saving straw.

Wen Ruzhe was taken aback by his wife's reaction, regained his composure and patted him on the back in a low voice: "Be good, be good, don't be afraid, country W is far away."

Hey, my wife is really too timid.

Wei Yan persisted, and Wen Rujue had no choice but to get up and cook while holding him.

Grab two soaked radishes and cut them into pieces, then go to the yard to fetch water and cook porridge.

When I went to the well, I was surprised, why the water disappeared?

There was not a drop of water in the well, so the two had to eat eight-treasure porridge.

Wen Ruxuan has a big appetite, and he needs to eat two cans of 300-gram eight-treasure porridge to fill his stomach.

Wei Yan also calmed down a little. He licked his lips and said, "Brother Yan, do you think an earthquake is coming? I remember my geography teacher said that there would be many omens before an earthquake, such as a sudden drop in well water, If the livestock suddenly ran out or something, you should call Yan Qingyang to remind him."

Wen Ruzhe: "..." Does my wife have persecution paranoia?

"Hurry up, you won't listen to me?"

"Listen to me", you have to listen to what my wife says even if it doesn't make sense, just make a phone call, at most you will be laughed at by the surnamed Yan.

He took out his cell phone and dialed it, but Yan Qingyang's attitude was unexpected: "The well in my house is also dry, and the duck cubs raised by my mother have been barking non-stop since last night, maybe there was an earthquake, anyway, there is nothing wrong with being careful , don’t stay in the house, pack up your things and find an open place to stay. I’ll go around the village and ask other people.”

Wen Ruxuan: "Okay."

When he hung up the phone, he was in a mixed mood. He hadn't taken a few geography classes seriously when he was in high school, and when the well dried up, he didn't think about the earthquake, so he thought about finding someone to dig the well again.

The wife is really cultured.

He is proud, he is proud.

It's just that his eyesight is a bit poor, why did he fall in love with him blindly?

He had to be nicer to people, lest the cooked duck fly away.

Wei Yan had been listening from the sidelines, and after listening, he dragged Wen Rujiao to pack his things. He remembered hearing people in the base in his previous life say that the vibrations in rural areas were not as strong as those in urban areas, and their houses were newly built with the latest materials. Okay, there is a high probability that it will not be collapsed by the earthquake, so just take a few clothes and what to eat for the past few days to go out.

If it's really unlucky and the earthquake collapses, the other houses in the village must be similar. Everyone has nothing to eat, but they carry a lot of food. Isn't it obvious that people are robbing them?

Many people in the village were packing their things. It would be better to believe this kind of thing or not. If there is something, life will be lost. Anyway, the house is stuffy at night, and it is cool to sleep outside.

Of course, there are also people who don't believe in evil, and it's hard to persuade this kind of person like Qingyang. It's just a guess. If you talk too much, it will be annoying. Maybe you have to go to the office to find the leader and sue him.

Everyone unanimously chose the abandoned grain drying field as the sleeping place. The place is open and there are no hillsides around. There are many people and it is lively. You can play cards and chat before going to bed at night.

The little ones went crazy.

Never slept with so many people.

He took off his shoes, rolled from one mat to another, laughing and joking non-stop.

The adults were also very relaxed, talking about the plague before and the tiredness of farming these days.

Many of them came back from the urban area not long ago. When they were young, they were spoiled by adults at home and refused to work. After graduation, they went to work in the city. They had never touched a hoe. Where they could grow fields, they depended on the guidance of their elders and relatives. Stumbling and planting the seedlings.

At this time, speaking is not as clumsy as farming, and everyone is blowing like an old crop.

Spitting and bragging for a while, I have to continue to work in the fields.

Regardless of the shock or not, we still have to eat.

Wen Rujuan took the time to bring the four duck cubs to the grain drying ground, fed a little rice, and hired a little donkey with two candies to watch the duck cubs before taking his wife around.

The drying yard is full of his childhood memories.

20 years ago, everyone hadn't built a new house, and when there was no courtyard dam, they always came here to dry the millet.

His grandma carried the wet millet here from the field one by one, and he spread the millet, and then used a rake to scoop out the rice leaves inside, and had to drive away the sparrows that stole food from time to time.

Wei Yan noticed that there was a stalk of red fruit beside the grain drying field, which looked a bit like a raspberry sold in the supermarket: "What is this?"

"You can eat rice seedlings, they are quite sweet, my wife, just wait, I will pick them."

Wen Rujuan jumped down as soon as he said that, the seedlings have thorns, so don't let his wife do it.

"Slow down." It's more than one meter high, and you can jump as soon as you say it, and you are not afraid of falling.

"It's okay." Wen Rujuan picked two red rice seedlings and handed them to his wife: "Try it."

The fruit is sweet and sour, and the skin is thin and juicy.

One sip and it melts in your mouth.

Wei Yan's heart was both sour and sweet.

Fool, pass it to him before you eat it yourself.

Seeing that his wife liked it, Wen Rujuan picked off the whole tree, and he had no pockets, so he lifted up his clothes, exposing his strong abdominal muscles, which attracted Wei Yan to peek at it.

After picking, climb up to the sun-drying field, and walk to your own bed while eating.

Wei Yan divided half of the fruit and prepared to make jam.

It can be eaten on steamed bun slices in the morning or soaked in water to drink.

I don't wash them anymore, there is not much car exhaust in the village, and the fruit is very clean.

Put sugar and a little salt to marinate and dehydrate, let it stand for an hour or two, then put it on an alcohol stove and boil it over fire, mash the fruit while cooking.

When the juice thickens, it can be taken out of the pot and canned.

The jar used to hold chili sauce, and Wei Yan didn't throw it away after eating. He washed it carefully and put it in the sun to dry it, saving it for something to eat from time to time.

It was past noon, and the villagers who had been busy in the fields for several hours came back to cook one after another.

Some people use tin stoves, while others are too lazy to move from home and just pick up a few stones to build a stove, and some borrow from relatives and friends.

Wei Yan and the others were eating noodles, and Yan Qingyang came over to borrow them with a grimace.

Borrow it, just borrow it, what is the little boy doing next to his wife, Wen Ruxuan is not happy.

Yan Qingyang didn't pay attention at all, but there was a tree on Wei Yan's side, and he wanted to shade it.

Wei Yan took the noodle bowl away and let him take it himself.

"Thank you, I will pay you back later."

Wen Ruzhuo stopped him: "Use it, you don't need to return it, we still have one", don't move closer to his wife.

Yan Qingyang didn't notice Wen Rujue's small thoughts at all, he was quite beautiful in his heart, hehe, he is very popular in the village: "That's a good relationship."

The ground shook.

Yan Qingyang fell to the ground unsteadily.

The villagers looked at each other.

Someone yelled, "There's an earthquake."