Luxury cars are one of the criteria for many money worshippers to find a partner. Someone said, "I'd rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bike." "Then I want to say, I don't take this luxury car anymore, no, this road is too bumpy, I would rather use it.

I sat in Zhou Yong's car and didn't want to, and the fat man had already vomited on the side, and he didn't forget to complain while spitting: "No, what kind of road is your village open, the roasted kidneys you ate last night were all spit out......"

I glanced at Zhou Yong, he opened a chicken factory, how to sell this road without repair. Thinking that something was wrong, he asked: "Boss Zhou, the traffic in your village is so inconvenient, how do you usually transport the chickens you raise?"

Zhou Yong didn't dare to look back when he drove the car, and said loudly with a smile: "Usually the chickens don't take this road, isn't this an emergency, take you to the path!"

I said "oh" and stopped talking, and then the fat man spoke again: "You want the fat man and me to suffer in an emergency, no, can you wait a while and don't kill two chickens to make up for me?"

Zhou Yong heard the fat man say this, and said in a good voice, "It should be, it should be!"

It was a bumpy ride, and I really admired that I could still sleep in this situation, and I don't know how long I slept after sleeping. Until I felt as if something was biting my thigh and suddenly woke up.

I rubbed my eyes, yawned and stretched my waist, and dimly saw the fat man pinching my thighs fiercely, I casually scolded: "Your ancestors, did you wake people up like this?"

The fat man looked at me with disdain and said, "You can sleep in this environment, and you kid is also a talent!"

I slapped the fat man's hand and sat up straight to settle down, only to find that the car had stopped, and when I saw that there was no one in the cab, I asked the fat man: "Where is Zhou Yong?"

The fat man nodded, handed me a cigarette, lit one himself, and said, "I just arrived, and you said that the outburst household has paid the water bill." ”

I lit a cigarette, glanced at the fat man, and scolded: "Pee, pee, what to pay for water, why don't you say that you are visiting his brother!"

The fat man laughed, and I laughed with him. While speaking, Zhou Yong smiled and came in the direction of me to open the door, and said with a smile: "The two gentlemen are tired, I have already asked someone to prepare wine and food for the two of them." ”

As soon as I got out of the car, there was a gust of wind in front of me, and I said to Zhou Yong with a wry smile: "Boss Zhou, your air here is quite unique." ”

Without waiting for Zhou Yong to answer, the fat man in the back sneezed as soon as he got out of the car and scolded: ", where does the smell of come from?"

Zhou Yong on the side smiled bitterly and just wanted to say something, I grabbed and said: "I said Wang Fatty, don't pick and choose, no, Boss Zhou is a chicken factory, can there be no smell of!"

The fat man stopped talking after listening, and Zhou Yong saw that the atmosphere was embarrassing, so he took the lead in front and said, "Two please!"

As soon as the fat man thought of having something to eat, he followed Zhou Yong and went in. I nodded and slowly followed, observing my surroundings.

In front of me is a factory, needless to say, it must be Zhou Yong's chicken factory. The factory is located outside the village, because the stone plaque with the name of the village is inside, and the village is further inside.

At a glance, there are still many people in the village. A large road divides the village into two sides, with no end in sight, and most of the houses in the village are small two-storey buildings, with only a few small bungalows.

Not to mention that the whole village is covered with cement, but at least the main road is covered with cement and there are street lights on the side of the road. Is this a village or a town?

Thinking of this, a fat man's voice came from the layer in front of me: "Beichen, you still can't eat, you fat man, I won't wait for you?"

"It's coming!" I shouted back, and the fat man followed.

As soon as I walked into the factory, the smell of was even stronger. I saw a piece of black pressed chickens in the whole factory, and I couldn't count the number.

Approaching the small building, I followed the smoke coming out of the room and came to the second floor. As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the fat man had already eaten, but Zhou Yong didn't move, and when he saw me coming in, he hurriedly said, "Bei Yesheng, please!"

After eating, it was already dusk, and several people were smoking cigarettes after the incident, and Zhou Yong on the side spoke: "Two masters, this zombie thing..."

I was just about to speak, but the fat man rushed to say, "You know what a fart!" You said it was a zombie, have you ever seen a zombie dare to come out in the daytime?"

Zhou Yong was suddenly said by the fat man, like a grandson, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, yes, what the master said..."

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I said to the fat man: "I said Wang Fatzi, you are Mr. Yin and Yang, not a bandit, can you be more civilized when you speak!"

The fat man took a puff of his cigarette, gave me a blank look, and stopped talking.

After sitting for a while, I saw that the time was almost up, so I took out a pen and paper from my bag, opened a list and handed it to Zhou Yong, saying, "Prepare these things, I want to open the altar." ”

Zhou Yong took the list, frowned, and said, "Doesn't Bei Ye have to go and see the grave first?"

I shook my head and said, "Since the zombies have all escaped, then it's up to him to do it, just help you destroy the zombies!"

Zhou Yong smiled and nodded, and left in response.

Seeing Zhou Yong away, the fat man pulled a chair and moved closer to me, and whispered, "I see that you are so relaxed, how sure are you?"

I looked at him and shook my head and said, "I don't know, look at the variety!"

And then the fat man was speechless on the side...

Speaking of zombies, it is necessary to popularize them here. In the middle of the Qing Dynasty, the famous writer Yuan Mei wrote a notebook sketch "Zi Bu Yu", which divided zombies into eight categories.

They are: purple zombie, white zombie, green zombie, hair zombie, flying zombie, wandering corpse, ambush corpse, and non-bone.

But in fact, there are only four types of zombies that exist in reality:

White Zombie: The corpse is white, and the white zombie is slow to move, making it very easy to deal with. It is very afraid of sunlight, fire, water, chickens, dogs, and people;

Green Zombie: The corpse qi emitted by the corpse and the hair on the zombie's body change from pale white to dark green. Compared with the white zombie, he jumps very fast, is not afraid of people, is not afraid of domestic animals, but is only afraid of the sun;

Flying Zombie: A thousand-year-old zombie who has achieved cultivation, can already see things with his wisdom, can practice spells, make up for the Achilles' heel of zombies, and become zombies after becoming zombies can fly, so it is called flying zombies. Flying zombie kills Buddha and swallows gods, walks like the wind, and goes to the red land for thousands of miles;

Drought (ba): Legend has it that zombies can become fish, according to the record of "Poetry, Daya, Yunhan": "Drought is abuse, such as burning." "But I can't get a single thing out of 5,000 years, so I don't believe I'll touch it.

To get back to the point, I smoked half a pack of cigarettes with the fat man, and when I saw that it was getting late outside, Zhou Yong hadn't come back yet, so I discussed going out to have a look.

As he spoke, he was about to get up and go out, but he heard footsteps outside, and as soon as he went out, he saw Zhou Yong running over in a hurry: "Mr. Xiao, the altar is ready, please invite the two masters downstairs." ”

When a few people went out of the gate, they saw the altar placed in a relatively empty place at the entrance of the factory. There were a lot of people around, young and old.

The fat man looked at this scene and whispered in my ear: "This posture is comparable to the "big show" in your hometown." ”

I glanced at the crowd, gave the fat man a blank look, and said, "It's still far away!"

Approaching the altar, I took out my shirt and hat from my crossbody bag, put it on, burned three sticks of incense and inserted them on the incense burner in the middle, and shouted at the top of my voice: "Open the altar!"