After talking, Wood became acquainted with the cigarette uncle.

The uncle's name is very interesting, it's called Daosui, and at first it sounds like Wood thought it was Inaho.

Probably the uncle's family wanted to eat rice, and if memory serves, Wood remembers that the level of agriculture in this world is difficult to grow even rice.

I heard Uncle Daosui say that he, like himself, came from other fallen post stations, and there is only one daughter in the family, and it is a daughter who is more than nine months pregnant, as for the son-in-law...... It's wandering around the former post station!

It also made Wood more aware of the cruelty of this world.

It's just that the news from Uncle Daosui is not of much value.

This kind of slum is too far away from the center of the Xianjinyi to circulate here, and the only thing that a civilian family like Uncle Daosui is concerned about is the news of supplies.

From dusk to night, Wood only knew that this was the westernmost part of the Xianjin Station, and that it was next to the suspension bridge of the same sex as the West Gate and Juncheng. Some of the valuable news was only delayed again with supplies, supposedly because the battle line had retreated.

Fortunately, from Uncle Daosui, he knew which direction Juncheng would stop in after entering the Xianjin Station.

This can be said to be his biggest gain.

But it didn't take long for Wood to feel bad.

He repaired the door with his hand, looked at the empty little dilapidated house in front of him, and covered his hungry stomach with his right hand.

I thought too far ahead, and the most important thing at the moment was how to fill my stomach, otherwise Kabane might starve to death in this world before he came.

Bang, bang, bang......

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

Who could it be so late?

Wood's expression changed slightly, could it be that someone doubted himself and called the samurai?

It's not impossible, after all, there are still many loopholes in his lies, his skin color is so strange, and he still has a strange weapon fixed in his left hand, if Wood himself sees such a person, he will think that this is a suspicious person.

And people here are very wary of strangers, and they may not do such things.

But let him unload the only life-saving capital Gatling, Wood would never do it, anyway, he was prepared to never take off Gatling until he ran out of ammunition, even if he ate, slept and went to the toilet.

Although it was heavy, with his current physique, it was no different from holding it or not.

At most, it is difficult to take off his pants with one hand and help Little Wood, but it doesn't matter if he pees on his body. This kind of apocalypse doesn't care if he is clean or not, if jumping into the dunghill can save his life, Wood feels that he can naturally swim in the dunghill at will.

"Little Wood, are you already asleep?"

Uncle Michiho's words outside interrupted Wood's thoughts, and his tense body suddenly relaxed.

Walking up and opening the door, looking at Uncle Daosui outside the door, Wood was a little puzzled: "Uncle Daosui, why are you here?" ”

Daosui smiled, looked through Wood's glance at the materials that could see the panorama and shook his head: "It seems that it is the same as I thought, you can't make a fire here to cook at all, I just made some food, do you want to come and eat together?" ”

Eating together?

Wood looked slightly stunned and looked at Uncle Daosui blankly.

Although I've only been here for a day, I've never ridden a pig and seen a pig run, and food has always been the most important in this apocalypse, and Uncle Daosui has said about the delay in supply before.

This uncle......

Some of the good old people are too much.

Wood didn't know if he was feeling disdainful or ...... Impressed, or both.

Good old man –

Without a doubt, this is the group of people Wood despises the most.

A kind of superficial thinking about others everywhere, but in fact it is very selfish, and the image of a good person on the outside has become a kind of performance and play, commonly known as a hypocrite.

He doesn't hate this kind of wood, because he often plays a hypocrite, which makes it easier for him to survive.

The other, but the real good old man, is also the kind of person that Wood despises the most. This kind of person will really sacrifice himself, fulfill others, revolve around the needs of others, act according to the eyes of others, especially wronged himself, dare not express his opinions, and live a particularly hard life.

But......

I have to admit that at the same time of disdain, he still has a little touch.

Wood smiled, shook his head, and said, "No need, Uncle Daosui, I'm not hungry at all." ”

Dao Sui was slightly stunned when he heard this, glanced at Wood with a suspicious face, and then bypassed him to look carefully inside the room, and said suspiciously: "Are you really not hungry?" Don't worry, Uncle won't take your money. ”

"Haha, Uncle Daosui, where do you want to go, I'm really not hungry at all, I just ate before I came here."

Hearing this, Daosui looked at Wood's smiling face carefully, and finally nodded: "Okay, if you are hungry, come to Uncle's place, nothing else, but a dumpling and a bowl of dumpling juice, I still have it here." ”

Seeing Wood nodding, Uncle Michiho turned to leave.

Watching the shadow fade away in the night, the smile on Wood's face gradually faded, and he shook his head and closed the door.

"Tsk, after encountering this system, my life has really been messed up, and now I am starting to worry about what to eat." Wood felt very aggrieved, why did his broken system fall on his head.

Pouted, Wood simply didn't think about it so much, and he didn't feel dirty, so he just lay on the bed and began to sleep, carrying a large bullet box on his back, and he could only lie down.

He was also really tired, and Wood hadn't rested since he heard that the system was ready to force him to cross, and he had been preparing for the crossing what he wanted to bring, although in the end it was just a waste of time.

When I came here, I didn't rest for the first time, and my brain didn't even have a minute to spare.

Not long after he lay down, Wood had fallen into a deep sleep.

And he slept until noon the next day.

'Toot toot toot——! ’

The shrill whistle woke Wood from his sleep, and before his mind could be fully awakened, he jumped out of bed, relieved to see the bright sky outside.

With a wry smile, Wood scratched his hair like a chicken coop.

Are you a little too nervous?

Wrong!

Wood's hands froze, and he rushed out of the room.

Just that ......

There must be no mistake, it must be the whistle of Juncheng.

Rushing out of the room, Wood noticed that there were quite a few people standing on the street, apparently also talking about the whistle that had just been heard.

Seeing Wood come out, the crowd gave Wood a rather strange look.

It's no wonder that Wood's skin color and outfit are so eye-catching.

However, everyone here should also know that he moved in yesterday, except that he was not as vigilant as yesterday except for the strangeness, and after a glance, he withdrew his gaze.

"Which Juncheng did the whistle sound from just now?"

"It doesn't matter which Juncheng it is, I only care if there will be supplies inside, if there are no supplies, my family will run out of food."

"I just glanced through the telescope over the track, it looks like it's Iron City."

"How can it be the Iron City, I went to the central area yesterday, and I happened to hear those warriors gossiping, saying that Fusang City will arrive with supplies tonight, and the Iron City will arrive tomorrow?"

"It may be that a certain post station has fallen again, the battle line has been shortened, and it is not impossible for a post station to fall, I just hope that no Kabane will be mixed in."

“……”

Wood's expression sank, and he silently turned away from the crowd and returned to the makeshift cabin.

There is nothing wrong with that.

The Iron City arrives early, and there is also a Juncheng that will arrive at the Xianjin Post in the evening.

It's going to be hell tonight.

Thinking of this, Wood couldn't help but tremble.

Uncontrollable tremors.

Fear was like a quagmire, enveloping Wood's whole being.

will die –

If one is not careful, he will die.

Now Wood just wanted to flee to the place where he stayed in Juncheng immediately, but the shred of sanity left told him that it was not possible!

Because the current Juncheng stop must be guarded by samurai, rushing to go will cause suspicion, especially when Juncheng enters the post and the samurai are all nervous, he will definitely be arrested if he goes in this costume.

Those samurai will not be divided into inside and outside the city, and even the maintenance personnel of Juncheng are imprisoned because of some words and deeds, even if they kill the wrong person, they will not feel the slightest guilt.

Look at the timing!

He had to see the right time and run in the direction where Juncheng stayed as soon as it got dark.

Well?

Suddenly, Wood's peripheral vision seemed to catch a glimpse of something, and he turned his head to see something wrapped in leaves on the stove without a pot.

Wood stepped forward to pick up the leaf and looked at it, and when he saw that it was a dumpling, he couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face.

(A bowl of dumpling juice, I still have it here.) ）

After hesitating, Wood didn't eat it, but put the ball in the pocket of his hazmat suit.

……