Uncle Xiao never thought that such a basic question would make Nantes have such a big reaction. He spit out the butt of his cigarette and ran it out with his heel: "The end of the world will end sooner or later, right?" ”

Nantes looked as a matter of course: "That's! We are here to put an end to the last days! ”

Xiao Yang shook his head: "The end of the world is over, only the 3 months that just broke out. Now is the time when humanity has regained control of the planet, the vast land is idle, and the population is an important strategic resource. Where there are women, there is new life, and 500 women can create at least 3,000 new people. ”

"And then you started selling women?"

"Can't get used to it? And what about the plundering of populations through war? In this comparison, don't you think trading is a very civilized behavior? ”

Nantes was speechless, his studies were interrupted, and he knew so little about history that he could not find an argument to refute.

I had to take what I saw in front of me as an example: "Look at this grain store, everyone has a division of labor, no one oppresses people, and no one is idle......"

Nantes was silent after saying this, because he saw Zhang San, carrying an old AKM and walking over, and the appearance of the hanger made people angry when they looked at it.

Xiao Yang also saw Nantes, and he was happy: "Who said that there are no idlers, isn't this a typical idler!" ”

Nanteri was at a loss for words, so he had to take out the unreasonable troubles of the domineering son: "I don't care, in short, you are a regression from yes, the sorrow of mankind." ”

Xiao Yang raised his hand, threw out a low-quality cigarette to Zhang San, and explained to Nantes by the way: "You kid is not good at cultural classes, the occupied area is engaged in modern slavery, you work for me, I will take care of your food." Although it is a little backward compared to the modern capitalist system, it is fair compared to the mass starvation of human beings who are not caring and no one asking. ”

Zhang San caught the cigarette and put it in his mouth, muttering: "You guy knows a lot, you were a scholar before the end of the world?" And who, is there fire? ”

Reluctantly, Nantes pulled out the dreadnought's gilded lion lighter, lit it with one hand and blocked the wind with the other.

Zhang San waved his hand: "Come by yourself, come by yourself." ”

Nantes had a straight face: "I'm afraid that you won't give it to me!" ”

"What kind of person am I?"

"Well, you are, you've scraped a lot of stuff from me."

Nantes nodded very seriously, which made Zhang San very embarrassed, so he had to lean over and light the cigarette.

He took a puff of his cigarette and commented, "Is this smoke covered?" It's hard to smoke! I really miss the days before the end of the world, at least the smoke still tastes good. ”

Xiao Yang poured the cigarette case, and there were only two left, so he simply gave another one to Nantes, and lit it himself: "Be content, it's good to smoke some." You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here to eavesdrop? ”

Zhang San spit out a perfect smoke ring: "Who rarely listens to your little, isn't this a patrol, Lao Tzu is usually idle, and he has to contribute more when he fights." ”

Nantes became interested and turned Xiao Yang with his elbow: "Look, he's not really an idler!" ”

Then without waiting for Xiao Yang to refute, he began to win over the alliance: "Brother Zhang, you are very good here, everyone is equal, everyone takes what they need according to their work, good life!" ”

Zhang San spat out: "What a fart!" The old lady's management concept is not good, and sooner or later it will be swallowed up by other forces. I just saw that she was still alive, and she was entrusted by her son to live here. ”

Nantes seemed to open up her curiosity, and followed his words and asked, "Hey, what kind of person is the old lady?" I see that the whole village listens to her. ”

Xiao Yang held the cigarette between his two fingers, and looked at Nantes with his face, but his finger pointed at Zhang San: "This old lady is a legend of a generation, but I also hear about the specific deeds, so it is better to ask Brother Zhang to tell us about it." ”

Zhang Yang squinted his eyes and took another puff of his cigarette: "Yes, I knew that I wouldn't take your cigarette, and I will briefly tell a few of her old people's deeds, but you also have to talk about your own affairs, I have been here for many years, and I am also very curious about things outside." ”

In the dark night, the cool wind, three men squatted under the eaves, smoking cigarettes and chatting about some past events in the last six years.

Liangdiangu was originally a 4A-level scenic spot, there is a clear spring flowing all the year round on the top of the middle Gu, and the spring is surrounded by a perennial forest full of water vapor, surrounded by thousands of acres of fertile land.

A folk village is hidden here, because it is well developed, and a few elevators are installed on the cliff to become an excellent scenic spot, which attracts many tourists here every year to cool off.

When the apocalyptic times broke out, some infected people also appeared here. But unlike other places, the village was isolated due to elevator outages, and although the mutants killed and infected more than half of the villagers, they were eventually wiped out by the fierce militia with machetes.

"The hero who led the militia to kill all the mutants is called Chang Kun, you live in his house, and the old lady Dou Chunhua is his mother." Zhang San leaned on Chang Kun's tin house and began to recall some days of hard struggle.

Dou Chunhua has been a family planning cadre in the village since she was young, and has been walking the streets and alleys with a small notebook for more than 30 years, and is familiar with the situation of the whole village.

No one expected that this child was gifted and strong, and won the true inheritance of his mother's popularity, and when he grew up, he became a character, and he was the leader of the entire folk youth generation.

In this apocalyptic crisis, Chang Kun took the lead in organizing a counterattack, not only killing the infected mutants in the village, but also cleaning up an area within a radius of dozens of miles.

Originally, the population of the folk village suffered a lot of losses, but after the militia team followed Chang Kun to take the initiative, they collected the people who escaped from the nearby cities and made the population of the folk village prosperous.

The old man in the village took the initiative to let Xian and handed over the leadership to Chang Kun, but Chang Kun was a filial son, and he had to ask his mother for the facts, so Dou Chunhua became the actual ruler of the village.

"The Earth Emperor? Is it Wu Zetian or listening to politics? Xiao Yang touched his chin and smirked.

Zhang San waved his hand exaggeratedly: "No, if only this were the case, maybe our grain store would have risen a long time ago!" ”

He was not satisfied with the current direction of development, but he was powerless to change it, all because of a series of tragedies that occurred in the third year of the last days.

At that time, there was no clear division of labor among the various human survivor bases, and the people were scattered, plundering and squeezing each other like ancient tribes, and the entire defeated village had to migrate to other bases to become slaves.

Because of its unique defensive advantages, the folk village never worried about the invasion of outsiders, but under the leadership of Chang Kun, it often plundered other villages, and its development became bigger and bigger.

What's even more enviable is that the folk village produces food, and when there was a famine everywhere in those years, Chang Kun's people and horses ate with round bellies, and they were fierce and invincible in battle. Many small villages were conquered one after another, and all the people there were brought to live in the villages.

Zhang San traveled alone in the Northeast at that time, living a life where he ate the last meal but did not have the next meal. When the team from the Folk Village passed by a ruin, it happened that Chang Kun had not found anything to eat for three days, and he was rolling his eyes with hunger.

Chang Kun threw him a bag of soft white-flour steamed buns, which was the rarest thing in the world of ruins in the last days.

Zhang San, who filled his stomach, immediately joined Chang Kun's team, and later performed heroically in several battles, and the two cherished each other, and the relationship was as close as a brother.

"He likes to use knives, I like to play with guns, and every time we fight, we rush to the front, and the other side is broken as soon as we make contact. Those two years were really happy, cutting off the heads of more than 30 members of the ruling class. Zhang San described their brilliant results.

At that time, the battle was a bit like a battle between ancient tribes, as long as the leader was killed, the people would automatically submit, after all, as long as they were in charge of food, they were the same as anyone.

"And then? How did Chang Kun die? "While Zhang San was immersed in the memories of the good old days, Nantes provoked his tragic memories at an inopportune time.

The rise of the folk village has aroused the vigilance of the surrounding survivor bases, large and small, and the rulers of various places have begun to secretly join forces and design a large trap for them.