The water in the well of this refuge has not been tested by any chemical tests, Qing Xiran naturally can't let Qing Yi drink it one by one, when she came out, she took a lot of mineral water from the basement of the villa, which was hoarded before the end of the world, and now she can only let Qing Yi drink this one by one.

So the water from the well in the shelter was used for scrubbing and cleaning.

When Qing Xiran was busy fetching water, the child lay on the side of the well, and when her mother fetched water, she held a small basin, held a rag, and helped her mother scrub everywhere.

They had been busy for a morning, and only then did they roughly wipe the inside of the shelter, remove a lot of the white cloth covering the furniture, and take advantage of the autumn sunshine to cover the second floor under the white cloth, and take out the new quilt that their grandfather had prepared for them to dry.

At noon, Xiao Longbao brought some pre-apocalyptic frozen meat from the Jinxian Village garrison camp, as well as some vacuum-packed snacks, and brought a few garrisons to guard outside the shelter for 24 hours.

These garrisons were all arranged by Huayang when he went back to the camp last night, and they were all very reliable old garrisons, after all, Qing Xiran and Qing Yiyi were the family members of their boss, and the safety of the two of them must be treated as the top priority.

When Xiao Longbao was moving supplies to the shelter, Luo Bei came to knock on the door of Qing Xiran's yard again, and sent a lot of information about the villagers of Jinxian Village, which was also last night, Qing Xiran ordered Luo Bei to get it.

It's very simple to get these information, just go to the security bureau in the town, and now the security check in the town is dead, and the one who enters Xiangcheng enters Xiangcheng, and the one who sends it to Longshan sends Longshan, the security inspection bureau in this town has been abandoned for a long time, and Luobei can go directly to print out the information.

Leaving the wooded Xiangcheng on the side of the street, under the empty sky in autumn, Qing Xiran sat on a wooden bench with a backrest taken out of the shelter, the wooden bench was painted with red paint, and in the fresh air, there was a smell of old wood.

She page by page, very fast flipped through the information of the villagers of Jinxian Village sent by Luobei, Xiao Longbao took Qing Yi to play on the swing in the yard one by one, the little girl's cheerful laughter, lined with Qing Xiran's tight eyebrows, the picture is particularly abrupt.

On the side, Luo Bei, who was standing under the eaves, looked at Qing Xiran, who was sitting under the eaves, and asked:

"Miss Qing, is there something wrong?"

"The problem is not post-apocalyptic, but pre-apocalyptic, and we don't have the data after the apocalypse."

Qing Xiran said very solemnly, the death rate of the entire village was the highest in the town 20 years before the end of the world.

This conclusion will be drawn because 20 years ago, the mortality rate in Jinxian Village was not very high, it was at a very normal level, and then, in the next 20 years, this mortality rate increased year by year, and more people died year by year.

However, Jinxian Village was originally a big village, and the whole village could have more than 3,000 people 20 years ago, when the population was at its peak, and under the increasing mortality rate, until the end of last year, the entire Jinxian Village could die more than 1,000 people.

This is very abnormal, on average, more than 100 people can die a year, and 10 deaths a month?

Qing Xiran immediately put away the information in his hand and instructed Luo Bei:

"Go find me the natives here, preferably the ones who are old enough to live in this village."

After receiving the order, Luo Bei immediately turned around and walked out of the courtyard of the shelter, but within a few minutes, he found the oldest of the aborigines, an old woman in her 50s, named Wang Meili.

That Wang is beautiful and gray-faced, with a sallow and haggard face, standing in front of a handsome person like Qing Xiran, which makes her even more embarrassed, plus there are many deaths in the family, the first seven days of a family member have not yet passed, and another one has died, and her daughter-in-law was gone yesterday.

The whole village, dead and dead, walked away, and she was the oldest at present.

Qing Xiran, wearing a black high-necked thin sweater and a corduroy dark red strap skirt, got up from the stool, crossed her arms with her hands, stood under the eaves, her long hair was shawl, her expression was cold, and she asked:

"Aunt Wang, now I ask you, you answer, you must answer me honestly, if you answer me honestly, I will ask someone to take care of your family more, and I will not teach your family to suffer."

"Hey, Miss Qing, you ask."

That Wang Meimei blinked her cloudy eyes and nodded humbly.

There are several people in her family, and only two people have died so far, in fact, she doesn't want to live for a long time, but there is still a two-year-old grandson left in her family, and she really needs to be taken care of this year.

"How do you know my surname is Qing?"

Qing Xiran under the eaves asked, she actually made a casual start, wanting the woman standing in front of her to relax, not always looking afraid.

Who knows, Wang Meili said a big thing to Qing Xiran, only to see her bow her head and say very honestly:

"I naturally know, I married here and lived here for almost 30 years, this old house, before it was my uncle's family, and later sold to the owner of a mining team, the boss's surname is Qing, this surname is rare, my uncle said that this is a rich man, gave twice the house money."

That was 18 years ago, and 18 years ago, a house was sold for twice the market price at that time, and that was a sensational thing.

At least in the whole village, Wang Meili's uncle's family is like making a windfall, and they also used the money to buy two houses in the city and do some small business.

The envy of the whole village.

Therefore, the mine owner who bought his uncle's house was surnamed Qing, and his house was passed on to future generations, so naturally he was also surnamed Qing.

"Open a mine? What mines? ”

Qing Xiran frowned slightly, she didn't care about the boss surnamed Qing, how much money he spent to buy this house, what she cared about was what mine the boss surnamed Qing opened.

I saw Wang Meili nodding and replied very consciously:

"Yes, there were rumors before that there were coal mines in our mountains, and there were several prospecting teams, but then I heard that I didn't touch the ore veins in the mountains, and the prospecting teams went several, and only the boss surnamed Qing said that he had a fate with our village and wanted to buy a house for retirement."

Then, Wang Meili said:

"However, I think it's also a rich man's whim, the boss of Naqing bought a house, and he never came back to live, and occasionally sent some people, but they all came every few years, and he never came."

The boss Qing in her mouth should be Qing Xiran's maternal ancestor, the surname "Qing" is indeed very rare in the Xiangcheng territory, and this refuge was left to Qing Xiran by Qing Xiran's maternal ancestor, so it is rare to find someone with such a coincidence.