Zheng Dalong's burning was completely beyond Grandpa Zheng's cognition, and as soon as the two of them entered the reservoir, a faint white mist rose on the water surface, and he couldn't help but be frightened.

The cold tap water soaked his whole body, and he couldn't help but shiver, but fortunately, the heat of his grandson in his arms kept coming, warming his entire chest, so that he would not be spasmed by the sudden cold.

Grandma Zheng was crying on the side, and Grandpa Zheng impatiently ordered: "Don't cry, hurry up and deal with the noodles at home, make some thick pot helmets (thick cakes), and seal the rest in a plastic bag when they are fried, and hide them in the cellar." ”

"What do you mean by this?" Grandma Zheng was stunned.

"Maybe we'll be on the run soon." Grandpa Zheng said with a gloomy face.

"Huh? Why? ”

"You stupid! The zombies outside are starting to bite, how many days do you think our village can live in peace? Grandpa Zheng scolded.

He didn't dare to say that he was scratched by zombies, for fear that women would be frightened, but now he was shocked and scared, but he had to calm down and arrange a way back for his family.

Grandma Zheng ran to the kitchen in a panic like a frightened rabbit, she didn't know how the world could suddenly become so terrible, and it was the best thing for her to bury herself in work, so that she could not think too much about it for a while.

The family was nervous, no one paid attention to Zheng Qianhong, she wanted to help, but she didn't know how to help, she saw Grandma Zheng waving a spatula in the fried noodles, so she moved a bench and stood aside and said, "I'm coming!" ”

"You doll, how can you have so much strength? Let's have some fun. Grandma Zheng wiped her sweat angrily and said.

Zheng Qianhong snatched the spatula, and began to stir in the big iron pot after learning what she had done before, Grandma Zheng initially held the attitude of watching her jokes, but five minutes later, she found that the child was still relaxed and happy when he waved the spatula, and her eyes were so shocked that her eyes were about to fall off.

"Qianhong, have you been very strong since you were a child?" She asked tentatively.

"Huh? I don't know. Zheng Qianhong looked confused, she really didn't know if she was so angry, but she really didn't feel bothered to swing the spatula.

Next, Grandma Zheng handed over the task of fried noodles to her, and she herself was busy making noodles and making pot helmets, the two of them were busy until late at night, Grandma Zheng was tired and paralyzed, Zheng Qianhong's physical strength was okay, but she was so sleepy that she yawned, and Grandma Zheng hurriedly sent her to sleep on the kang.

She was worried about her grandson and the man, so she went to the cistern again, and Grandpa Zheng instructed her to change the water several times throughout the day, but the grandson's burning never subsided, but there was a large pool of water soaking, and although the grandson was in a coma, he was still breathing.

The old couple firmly believes that as long as they live, there is hope.

When Dongfang turned white, Zheng Dalong's breathing finally stabilized, and Grandpa Zheng carried him back to the kang, only then did he notice that the wound on his arm had been swollen and white, but his body was not uncomfortable.

Grandma Zheng hadn't slept all night, and was about to squint for a while, when she heard a miserable cry from next door: "Ahhhh Oh my baby! My poor staked! How can I explain to your parents when you die! ”

"Shopkeeper, should we go over and have a look?" Grandma Zheng said with tears in her eyes, the little grandson next door is called Lianzhu, they have grown up watching since childhood, and they are usually very close.

"You watch the baby at home, I'll go over and take a look." Grandpa Zheng said.