"Huh?" Jing Shu was a little stunned for a while, and looked left and right, Jing Milk was indeed only talking to her.

Jing Shu was a little embarrassed and grabbed the sour plum soup and took a sip, pursed her lips again, and glanced left and right, Jing's father was busy when the head of the livestock farm was busy, and Jing's mother was even more busy every day since she was promoted to minister, Wu Youai and her mentor have been studying the synthetic meat formula in Shiyuan every day recently, and the third aunt has no time to talk about it, and now she is such a big idler at home.

"Milk, why do you want to go back to Wuxian County for the New Year? It's good to spend the New Year in Wucheng, didn't we say that we would bring everyone over for the New Year. Jingshu frowned slightly, at this juncture, I am afraid that I will not be able to return to Wuxian County for the New Year, and then there will be a disaster, which is not about to enter the fourth year of the last days.

Although she is well prepared, but only on the villa, if she runs around, she can't guarantee everyone's safety, whether it is driving or driving back, when the mudslide rushes, no matter how awesome the RV will be trapped.

Jing Milk sprinkled the feed while checking whether there was anything wrong with the cubs, and said: "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't been back for too long and I think about it, and another one, let's celebrate the New Year here in Wucheng..."

"What's wrong?" Jingshu asked.

Jing Niang looked around carefully, and then said: "The weather is getting colder and colder, and the food is more tight, your aunt's family is afraid of causing trouble to us, and how much food will be wasted when everyone comes to eat and drink, so they don't want to come." Your second brother-in-law's family is afraid that they won't be able to take advantage, so they want to eat and drink for nothing, and then waste things, in case one mouth leaks the wind, we will be targeted. ”

Yes, seeing that the food is getting more and more tight, even the pockets of political corruption are deflated, the people feel a sense of crisis, and even the people who show off their chickens and ducks have become low-key.

Jing Shu smiled and said: "Milk, your worries are necessary, I understand everything, then we will make an appointment with them in advance for three chapters, and I will also be fully prepared to ensure that what you are worried about will not happen, you can wait for a good year this year with peace of mind!" ”

Next year will not be the New Year, Jing Shu couldn't help but squint her eyes and recall the scene of shivering and looking for food in the migration next year, this year is the last year for everyone to breathe, and then it is time to meet the real challenges of the end times, and there is really not much time left for Jing Shu.

"Hey! Yo, it's almost twelve o'clock and I have to hurry up and cook, I'm so busy all day. Jing Milk washed her hands and wiped them on her legs and hurried into the kitchen, Jing Ye nagged on the side: "After washing your hands, take a towel to wipe it, you see that lump is shiny and shiny with you..."

...

"Hey." Jing Shu also quietly sighed and fell into contemplation again, one of the reasons for her troubles was that she had no money! Not only did he have no money, but he also owed millions of dollars to the certificate corruption...

Who would have thought that the bigwigs who had opened thousands of factories, managed garbage dumps, and had all kinds of side jobs would have no money and be in debt? Jingshu never dreamed that after everything went right, she would owe more debts.

This is also a bitter tear, finally the redworm factory began to have income, but in order to prevent debris flow had to start to continue to do the project, in order to increase the storage of redworm and increase the scale of the factory, so during this time a series of measures were made, and once again Qian Duoduo bought a large number of boulders and various materials, the redworm factory really became a closed armed factory.

However, for Jingshu to spend a lot of money to build a closed red worm factory, whether it is political corruption or a lot of money, it is understandable, as the factory gets bigger and bigger, it eventually attracts a group of fugitives without identity to come and rob, that group of people is the same as the day when the aunt married his daughter-in-law, there are wooden warehouses, fire oil bottles, as well as black powder, as well as their homemade bows and arrows and other weapons, and also drive a number of pickup trucks, it seems that they are going to rob tons of goods.

Although a single red worm cake is not valuable, a few truckloads of worm cakes are still very valuable.

Fortunately, Jingshu's factory was well prepared, and the armed forces were not bad, and the factory was guarded under a high reward, and the other party evacuated after seeing that it could not be attacked for a long time and left a few corpses, and the factory suffered little loss, but it did sound the alarm for Jingshu, and gave Jingshu a better excuse to continue to arm the redworm factory.

"The group of people was hidden next to us, and the few bodies that were left behind were also identified, but there was no contact with each other at all."

"They have dual identities, usually living their own lives, but secretly they have their own organizations."

"It's hard to catch, and it's even hard to find, in order to supply the energy of the artificial sun, the satellite system and the monitoring system have stopped, plus the big data has no information about these people, once it runs, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

This is the conclusion that Jing Shu asked Heng to investigate him afterwards, but Jing Shu did not give up, these people may come a second time, especially when everyone is hungry and green.

After opening this factory, Jing Shu expected this step, and sooner or later someone would be greedy for the humble insect cake factory, so she would make all kinds of preparations.

If the disasters of the first few years of the end of the world are like storms that are frightening and frightening, then among the disasters of so many years, only the disaster of the fourth year is the most silent, it is like a spring rain, so that people do not feel it at all, and it will slowly eat away at all this.

By the time you notice it, it's already too late.

How many supplies and property were lost by the floods in the second year, and the mudslides in the fourth year completely shattered the last bit of hope, and it will erode the whole land!

"Here it is, it turns out that the fourth year of the last days began so early." Jingshu stood on the top of the hill behind the villa, gently touching the mud slowly oozing from it with her hand, it was like water at more than 90 degrees, about to boil.

Now it has not attracted anyone's attention, everyone is still in the joy of the end of the earthquake, no one would have thought that in such a cold weather, why the mud on the ground has not frozen.

"Gone, home!" Jing Shu wrapped in a heavy cotton jacket and sighed, shouted the fat chicken, turned his head and ran down the mountain, the fat chicken drooped his head and was not very happy, it had been several days, the owner had to run from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, and he didn't know what to do, but it couldn't find anything to eat, those delicious bugs, and even the host's disgusting carrion worms were gone.

Gone.

The whole mountain was silent, pitch black, silent.

The fat chicken shuddered, and it always felt a sense of danger, and it couldn't say it, as if something was about to come out.

There are still scattered tents and traces of human habitation at the bottom of the mountain, and since the earthquake has passed, these people have been divided back up, and the banana community is once again full of people.

"I'm going to go out on such a cold day, be careful that you're frozen!" Jing's mother was dissatisfied and handed over a glass of hot milk, looking at Jing Shu, who was red from the frozen nose, and felt distressed, "Your physique loves sores, don't run blindly, your grandmother asked you, it's almost the New Year, how did you arrange it." ”