"Women are terrible." Uncle Potato muttered as he laboriously washed his body.

He originally planned to only wash his hair after being sprayed with corn juice by Rebecca, but Cheng Bin reminded him that this thing is sticky and sweet, and it is easy to attract ants if it is not washed clean.

Uncle Potato may not like to take a bath, but he must not ignore the basic laws of the wasteland. Ants are extremely organized and disciplined creatures, and to make matters worse, they have a strong memory of foraging routes, and once they find food somewhere, they come every day.

Apparently Uncle Potato won't like to sleep with a nest of ants in his arms every day.

So after being reminded by Cheng Bin, even if he was reluctant, he could only decide to take a bath. Fortunately, although the uncle doesn't like to take a bath, at least there are still tools for bathing at home, and the temperature in the wasteland is not low during the day, so there is no problem with boiling some water for a bath.

Speaking of which, Uncle Potato's body shape is more in line with the body shape of middle-aged men in this land in prehistoric times, and with the decline of civilization, it is difficult for the civilians in the wasteland to have enough food to form this body shape, so this tradition is gradually being abandoned.

It must be said that Uncle Potato was able to become a traditional defender, to a large extent, thanks to potatoes, this food can provide a lot of starch and calories, especially in the case of a single type of food, it is easy to eat more and gain weight.

When you have a big belly, you usually find that your arms become shorter, and the movements that were easy to do in the past become difficult, and Uncle Potato also faces this dilemma when taking a bath, which is one of the reasons why he is reluctant to take a bath.

Just as he laboriously brushed the mud on his legs with a large brush around his obstructive stomach, he heard Cheng Bin's voice in the distance.

"Hey!" Cheng Bin shouted from afar: "Do you want me to help?" He said, "Like rubbing your back or something." ”

Uncle Potato bathed by the stream, and there was a large bucket of hot water and a wooden basin for mixing water, and there was nothing to cover him. After all, Uncle Potato lives alone, and he doesn't care about being looked at.

Hearing Cheng Bin's words, Uncle Potato glanced at him angrily and replied loudly: "Go away, I won't let people stand behind me when I take a bath." ”

Cheng Bin shrugged his shoulders, turned around and walked back, although the sky was already a little dark, the light was insufficient, and it was a little far away, but he did see Uncle Potato with a tattoo on his back, of course, the point here is not whether there is a tattoo or not, the tattoo on Uncle Potato's back is really that kind of rare kind...... It has a large area and complex patterns, and it looks exquisite from a distance, but unfortunately it is too dark to see clearly.

In the wasteland, tattooing is a very luxurious hobby, especially large-format tattoos, which not only require sophisticated instruments, but also face the risk of infection, so Cheng Bin can only occasionally see small-format tattoos on some amateurs here, and this is the first time he has seen someone tattoo the entire back.

"Won't he let you help?" Rebecca sat at the dinner table with great interest, fiddling with her Glock pistol, and after Cheng Bin removed the bullet, let her practice disassembling and assembling to familiarize herself with the structure of the pistol.

All firearms need to be maintained, and this work is usually done by the firearm keeper, so the disassembly and assembly process should be as simple as possible and without the help of tools. Cheng doesn't expect Rebecca to be able to reduce the pistol to basic parts and then assemble it, but at least she needs to be able to do simple daily maintenance and deal with common breakdowns.

This is a basic operational skill for a gunner, and it can be the kind that can be used for all of them.

But now it seems that it will take some time for Rebecca to meet this seemingly simple requirement, not because she is a slow learner, in fact, Rebecca is very smart and remembers the main points once. The real problem is that she doesn't have enough hand strength, which makes it difficult for her to perform dismantling movements that require a certain amount of strength to complete with her bare hands.

After all, in order to keep the structure of the firearm intact and use fewer fasteners, it is necessary to use a large number of interference fits in the design process.

So now what Rebecca needs to strengthen is not actually the skill of disassembling the pistol, but the strength in her hands, no sound, no matter how good the foreplay is, she can't come out.

Cheng Bin walked to the other side of the table and sat down, looked at the gun in Rebecca's hand, smiled and said, "Your method of letting him take a bath is quite effective." ”

"Do I have one?" Rebecca wondered, "I really think it's disgusting to use corpses to grow plants. ”

She said dissatisfiedly: "It's okay to eat rat meat, but we still have to eat corpses indirectly?" ”

"Are you discriminating against corpses? Every corpse has the power to be eaten. Cheng Bin smiled: "And don't tell me, you didn't eat meat before." ”

"Can that be the same?" Rebecca used all her strength, gritted her teeth and pressed the sleeve into the card slot, raised the pistol without a magazine and pointed it at Cheng Bin, "That's different." ”

Glock XVIII's gun is very light, especially if there are no bullets in the gun, so Rebecca can hold it firmly with one hand. She straightened her arm and aimed the gun at Cheng Bin's head, closing her left eye to make a look of aim.

"Smack." She said, "You're dead." ”

"If you put the fast and slow machine in the automatic position, shouldn't it snap?" Cheng Bin said helplessly: "Your appearance will only remind people of the prosecutor." ”

Then just when Rebecca was pondering what kind of official the prosecutor was, Cheng Bin's right hand on the table was raised, and the gun in Rebecca's hand was already in his hand.

Rebecca was stunned and maintained a posture of straightening her arms, looked at the black hole muzzle in front of her, and said in amazement, "How did you do it?" ”

After speaking, she jumped down from the chair, ran around the dining table to Cheng Bin, hugged his arm and shouted, "I want to learn this trick, it's so handsome." ”

Cheng Bin quietly grabbed her arm with his other hand, and pulled out the arm that was rubbed against her chest, "This requires not only speed, but also strength." He said, "You can't learn now." ”

"Really?" Rebecca dismantled the gun for a long time, and already understood what her problem was, so she didn't doubt Cheng Bin's words, she said a little discouraged: "Then how long will it take to practice the ...... you said" Speaking of this, she thought hard, rolled her tongue and said, "qilinbi?"

Cheng Bin was made to laugh out loud by her pronunciation, and he sighed and said, "Forget it, you better don't practice this." ”

He said, "Go and get that shotgun, and I'll teach you one that you can use right now."