The village in front of me is not large, surrounded by green trees and giant trees, and they are silently guarding this home.

Under the shade of green trees, a winding path runs through the village, and the grass is green next to the path, and from time to time you can see a few strong and thick broad beans planted in the sparse grounds.

In the middle of the village, there is a crystal clear pond and a country house with red bricks and blue tiles, adding color to the spirituality, like a pure land that has faded away from the glitz of the city and washed away the hustle and bustle of the world.

"This place is good, suitable for the elderly," Yu Beichuan sighed, it was difficult to find a place like this before the end of the world, he looked at it while walking, and the original anxious and irritable mood slowly calmed down.

Not far in front of "Ho Ho ......," a few zombies staggered around, making disgusting noises uninterestingly, "The horse's next door," Yu Beichuan was simply mad.

"Let's send you to reincarnate," Yu Beichuan was annoyed that they had ruined the beautiful thoughts in his heart, and flew forward, took his sword and swung it, and a few swords slashed down a few zombies.

The zombie fell silently, and he slowly strode forward, without any waves in his heart.

"It's imperative to find a map of where you are." Yu Beichuan's first thought was the village management committee, which is the smallest management department in the administrative level of the Utota planet.

As the smallest basic unit of the lowest level of administration, at the very least, a map of the administrative area covering the local area should be indispensable there.

Not surprisingly, the village management village will be located in the center of the village, a small four-story blue office building, in front of which is a wide open-air plaza and stage.

In the middle of the office building, there is a sign with black on a white background of the Jiang'an Village Management Committee of S City, and there is a conspicuous five-star "Demonstration Village Management Committee" below.

On both sides of the entrance and exit of the building, there are more than a dozen signs of various kinds, such as "Zheng Family Residence", "Han Family Management Committee" and so on, which look dazzling and dizzying.

I don't know when the "hanging signs" seem to have become a trend on the planet Utota, the more signs are hung, the greater the scope of the family's influence, in fact, there are few cadres of the family's village management committee.

There are a lot of signs, "the brand is hanging all over the wall", "the brand can't be hung", and every big and small family on the planet Utota wants to get a piece of the pie, completely deviating from the original intention of the sign.

It stands to reason that the village management committee's sign is an "instruction" and "inform" to let the people know about this unit, so that the people can do things in the right way and enter the right door.

However, for the sake of profit, in order to create "seats" and "hats" for their subordinates, many families on the planet Utota try their best to get some "signs" to hang up, indicating that their families are involved in the management of Jiang'an Village.

Family rights disputes, thinking that with a "brand" they have the right to speak, reflecting their own existence, and the upper level of the family is more "face-saving".

"Hehe," Yu Beichuan pursed his lips, these families blindly hang up the sign just to "go to the wall" and not "go to the heart", the strength on the planet Utuota is respected, and the family interests are entangled, in fact, in the end, it is not to speak with strength.

Anyway, seeing the sign of the village management committee, Yu Beichuan was also happy in his heart, after all, he had to fight for many days before returning to the boundary of S City.

On the open-air square in front of the village management committee, hundreds of zombies wandered together, they were shoulder to shoulder, swaying and wandering incessantly, and the lawn and green plants in front of the small building of the village committee were bare, revealing a yellow mud block in the east and west, which looked very unsightly.

Looking from here, the iron door of the staircase grille of the small building of the village management committee is closed, and a large number of tables, chairs and sundries are piled up on the entrance staircase, and the staircase is tightly blocked.

According to common sense, Yubeichuan analyzes this small building, there are people!

At this time, in a multimedia conference room on the fourth floor of the village management committee, about 30 people, large and small, were crowded together, lying on the ground.

They are listless and unresponsive.

An old man with a pale face sat on the ground in a daze, with snow-white hair and a gray face that didn't look bright, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Around him, there were several middle-aged men squatting, and a tall and thin young man leaned against the window alone, silent.

"Let's talk about it again, after waiting for so many days, it seems that the whole world is the same, don't think about any rescue anymore." The pale-faced old man sighed.

"Third uncle, if I had listened to me at the beginning, the living dead hadn't all gathered together, and they wouldn't have been like this when they rushed out together." A short, middle-aged man spat the ground and whispered indignantly.

Sometimes, I wish everything could be done all over again, but the world is impermanent, and no one thought that much at the time.

"There's no point in talking about this now, let's figure it out together." A red-faced man lowered his voice, he also felt helpless, and waited for many days without rescue.

"Now the plan can only save myself, I'm old, I'll lead people to rush down from the south, wait until the living dead catch up, Jia Ming, you lead the others to break through from the north, there are boats by the river." The old man with a pale face said it word by word.

"Third uncle, I can't do it......" The tall and thin young man leaning against the window was very sad, everyone knew that those who rushed out first in this wave would die without life.

"Jia Ming, you are a college student, and you will listen to you in the village in the future, and you can run a few times!" The old man with a pale face looked at the tall and thin young man, his eyes full of trust.

"Yes, Jia Ming, the second uncle will help you open the way!" The red-faced man made a categorical statement.

"Third uncle, second uncle, I ......"

"Don't say more, Jia Ming, the village chief will say so, count me in!" A middle-aged man stood up, he had already thought about it.

"Count me in, I'm the captain of the village team management!" The short middle-aged man had a righteous face.

"I'm coming!"

"And me, I'm not afraid of death......" The five or six men lying on the ground got up and signed up one after another.

"Enough, the others have to ensure a breakthrough!" The old man with a pale face let out a low sigh and ordered seven or eight people.

"Li Yi, put all the food to everyone, and then break through after half an hour." The old man with a bright face had a lot of prestige in the village, and the villagers had always been convinced, and now that it had been decided, the short middle-aged man began to divide the food equally.

There was no quarrel in a group of people, there was no noise, everyone was quiet, carefully eating the little food they had in hand, and they couldn't run far without physical strength to break through.

"Eat more...... someone divided half of the food in his hand and handed it to the other seven or eight people who attracted zombies.

"Don't." The short, middle-aged man refused.

"If you eat something and have something in your belly, at least you won't be a starving ghost when you die." The man who handed over the food whispered.

On the day of the moon, the village management committee purchased a batch of moon cakes, candy, fruits, drinks and other food, which was originally scheduled to be distributed before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Now that the living conditions are better, no one lacks this thing.

This suggestion was unanimously agreed by all the villagers, and the purchased food has been piled up on the upper floor of the village management committee, relying on this food, and the group of people has been able to survive.

For more than ten days, they had been frugal and frugal, and until yesterday, there was little food left, and they could no longer wait for rescue, so they had the scene just now.