These aborigines don't look at the small number of people, in fact, there are also factions that belong to them, hundreds of people are roughly divided into two factions, one is pro-development zone, the other is pro-southern district, and the head of this pro-development zone is also divided into two small factions, the pro-era base and the people from the development zone outside the pro-era base......

In short, then you can only answer one sentence, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

When Qing Xiran drove into the village, there were several funerals in the village, and the RV was driving forward, so Huayang took the garrison, divided into two teams, and automatically followed the outside of the RV, running in unison.

Some of the aborigines have not yet figured out the situation, standing in their yards and shouting,

"Come on, the daughter-in-law of the Laifu family is dizzy, hurry up."

Someone else shouted: "The crematorium is no longer accepting people, there can be no more dead people, hurry up and carry them to the station hospital." ”

A group of people carried people away in a hurry, leaving a few people guarding the mourning hall, and no one took care of Qing Xiran's RV at all.

Although they knew that there might be a big man sitting in Qing Xiran's RV, but now this is their home, and there are dead people in almost every family, and occasionally some people suddenly faint, tired or hungry, which is already a common thing.

But Qing Xiran saw it in her eyes, all the data in her brain were fluctuating, and now she couldn't make any judgment, she needed to know the population fluctuations of Jinxian Village in a year before she could give this appearance of Jinxian Village, a specific explanation.

The number of deaths in the entire Xiangcheng Development Zone is decreasing, but there are dead people in every household in Jinxian Village, and this mortality rate seems to be quite high.

Because Qingxi was silent, Xiaolong Baojing drove the car into the village, and then stopped in front of a small single-family courtyard crawling with green vines.

At this time, Qing Yi had woken up after a short sleep, sat up from the bed in a daze, put on her pink clothes, knelt on the bed with her calves, and folded the quilt with a sigh.

Qing Xiran climbed onto the bed with her mobile phone, kissed Qin Qing's little face, and said a little confused:

"Mom, you're bothering me to tidy up."

"Okay, okay, mom doesn't bother to stack the quilt one by one."

Qing Xiran smiled and looked at the confused little girl, and in her head, Xu You's voice came out,

"Is the first sister awake?"

"Wake up, are you going to talk to her?"

Saying this, Qing Xiran got up, went to the table and picked up the mobile phone, then walked back and handed it to Qing Yiyi, and said:

"Your Patronus is looking for you."

Qing raised his little hand one by one, and as a result, he shouted into the phone in a cute and milky voice,

"Daddy."

On the other end of the phone, there was a long silence, Xu You's throat was jammed, as if stuffed into a ball of cotton, softly, choked, "hey", and then sniffed and asked:

"What is the first sister doing?"

"Qing is folding the quilt one by one."

The little pot friend was not fully awake, holding his mother's mobile phone in one hand, and folding a quilt into a ball with one small hand, and said seriously:

"I may have recently reached menopause, so I wake up easily in the middle of the night, and it seems that I need to take some wife's oral solution."

Xu You: "......"

Qing Xiran: "......"

In the mobile phone, Xu You, who was moved for no more than three seconds, tried to find his voice, but still cooperated with his daughter and persuaded seriously:

"That wife's oral liquid should be given to an older person like your mother, you are too young to use it."

Qing Xiran, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, counted her age with her fingers, she was not even 25, how old was she?

Looking at the child who was holding the mobile phone and chatting seriously with Xu You about menopause and his wife's oral liquid, Qing Xiran decided to give up asking Xu You this question, she was often speechless by some of Qing Yiyi's questions, but Xu You could continue to talk along with the child's words.

This is also a kind of skill.

Qing Xiran shook his head, got up, and said to Qing Yiyi, who was talking on the phone seriously:

"Mom got out of the car first, you folded the quilt, finished the phone, and opened the car door and got down."

Then, Qing Xiran motioned to Xiao Longbao to take care of it, took the spare key of the RV, pushed the door and got out of the car, and stood in front of the yard.

Pushed open the wooden door of the small courtyard and entered the house that her grandfather had prepared for her and Qing one by one.

From the outside, the house has two floors, built with cement and wood staggered, it looks no different from ordinary people's cement houses, and even older in terms of shape, some ancient charm, and the exterior walls are all green creepers.

I don't know if it came before the end of the world, or if it grew up after the end of the world.

There were a few pieces of abandoned land in the yard, and the house was fully equipped with appliances, but they were all covered with a white cloth and a thick layer of ash.

"Ahem."

Qing Xiran entered the house, the rotten smell of the unventilated air in the room irritated her throat, she reached out and fanned her nose twice, and turned on the switch by the door.

Great, the house is electric.

But immediately, I don't know if it was because the circuit had been useless for a long time, after a sizzling sound, there was a "pop", the gate jumped, and the whole house was powered out.

Well, the first night in the shelter and spending it in the dark was not bad.

Qing Xiran comforted herself, began to roll up her sleeves, and tidied up the hygiene in the shelter in the dark.

It's just a rough deal, anyway, many places in the house are covered with white cloth, and it's not difficult to clean, and places like sofa seats can be lifted with the white cloth on them.

There are street lights in Jinxian Village at night, and the electricity is not damaged, so the street lights shine into the entire shelter, so that the scenery in the house is not blurred.

Qing Xiran first cleaned up the kitchen, and then took out the alcohol stove and solid alcohol fuel that he had stockpiled earlier, as well as noodles, candles, and lighters from the RV.

She observed, there was water in the tap in the kitchen of the shelter, there was a very old well in the yard, there was an induction cooker in the kitchen, and there was a gas stove.

However, because the gas stove has been left for several years, Qing Xiran did not dare to use it, for fear that there would be potential safety hazards in the event of an explosion, so he still used an alcohol stove with a slightly higher safety factor to give Qing a noodle for supper.

Look at this point, it's not early or late, it's 8 o'clock in the evening, a few hours have passed since dinner, Qing Yiyi just slept one by one, and he was in good spirits, and he slept very late again, just to have a supper.

And Qing Yiyi, it took a long time, while talking to her father, while folding the quilt on the RV bed, she didn't let Xiao Longbao help her, and when she folded the quilt and finished chatting with her father, she carried her very important little schoolbag and got out of the car with the spare car key.