Dismantling the tin roof will inevitably make a noise.

Every time he made a little noise, Fu Hongyang would quickly rush to the trunk of the black tree, carefully observe whether there were any zombies rushing out around, and once a zombie rushed over, he would immediately flee to the canopy.

However, after a few times, it was found that as long as it was not too loud and continuous, it would not attract zombies. This has made him work more efficiently, and Doudou is not completely useless, as long as there is a movement of zombies, Doudou will shout as soon as possible.

It still has a sense of territory, and the caretaker is basically qualified.

The iron sheet top is quickly disassembled, and as long as the screws are unscrewed, not only the iron sheet can be harvested, but also the iron pipe that is not very strong. He also pulled out a few windows from the rubble, the glass was all shattered, but the frame was still there, all of the same old-fashioned steel frames.

Removed rebar is also useful, and it is indispensable to build a treehouse with rebar support.

The floor slab also has steel bars, but unfortunately it is connected to the cement and cannot be removed.

A large number of iron sheets, iron pipes, steel bars and other materials were placed under the black tree by him, and he was not in a hurry to renovate the tree house for the time being. To build a good treehouse, you need to take time to conceive and make sure that every step is well prepared so that you can create the desired treehouse.

Instead of just piecing it together, making do with a tin box.

Time flies very quickly in the busyness, and Doudou is already hungry, but he just doesn't know how to go up the tree to find black tree seeds to eat. Several times it tried to look for food in the haze, but as soon as it entered the haze, it was choked and sneezed back. In the end, he could only follow behind Fu Hongyang, whimpering and chirping.

"Don't follow me, see if you don't, the black tree seeds are on top of the trunk, you just have to rush over to get there. Do it yourself, Doudou, you have to learn to be self-reliant, understand. ”

Patting Doudou's head, Fu Hongyang pointed to the trunk and said.

Beanie is unknown.

Brought it under the tree, pulled it by the neck and leaned up the tree, and it struggled so hard that it didn't know how to eat the black tree seeds. So Fu Hongyang summed it up: "Either you're stupid, or you're not hungry!" ”

He took the black tree seed in his hand, and then motioned for Doudou to come and eat, and when Doudou was about to eat, he slowly put the black tree seed back on the trunk.

"Wow!" Doudou was anxious.

Fu Hongyang was unmoved, and turned around and left directly.

He officially stepped out of his yard and explored the vicinity of the tree. About a half-football field in this area is an area with sparse haze, and zombies don't like this environment, so it's safe to be in it. This includes his yard and a small half-section of the concrete road.

The concrete road has been cracked, and it is stretched open by the roots of the black tree and the black tree, which is now almost 25 meters high, very huge, and the tree is a little smaller but not much worse.

The two trees are close together, and it feels like they are obscuring the sky – even though the sun is not visible.

"The grass on the ground sprouted one after another, and there was no sign of mutation. And not all trees have mutated, and the trees on the edge of the tree have also begun to sprout, but there is no sign of mutation...... Is this the same as people, some people become zombies, and I don't? ”

It is not known how the smog causes dead people and trees to mutate.

He lowered his head, intending to study the grass, but in a blink of an eye, he saw a small black dot crawling: "Hey, there are ants on the ground, and the ants are still alive and well, it seems that the haze has no effect on insects?" ”

Not only insects, but the haze does not seem to have much impact on animals, because Fu Hongyang has found rat activity at home.

One night, Doudou tossed all night trying to catch mice.

While observing, thinking at the same time.

So.

Fu Hongyang walked around the two trees, but unfortunately because his family was the only one, there were no neighbors, and there were either cement roads or farmland around, and there was no place to get new supplies. In the end, I had to tear down my house and gather all the materials to build a treehouse.

Back on the tree, he began to think about how to build a new treehouse.

Take a piece of iron sheet and make a gesture near the branches to see how the crown of the tree can be transformed to make the tree house completely erected: "The tree houses I have seen before are all built with the trunk as the center and wrapped around the periphery, should I use this method as well...... Forget it. ”

The reason for the denial is very simple, the black tree is still growing, two days ago the trunk of the black tree was as thick as a bucket, and now it is at least ten centimeters thicker.

Growing at a rate visible to the naked eye almost all the time.

The canopy of the tree has grown from nearly 25 meters to almost 30 meters, and the height has not been precisely measured by a tape measure, but it is about the same, and it must be eight or nine stories high. There were a few branches that were as thick as buckets, and he wanted to use them as support for the treehouse.

"If only there were branches growing side by side." But no, he could only try to find two branches with a not very large height difference, and think about how to lay the foundation for the tree house, "It doesn't feel very suitable to find it, the black tree has been growing, but the tree house can't grow with it." ”

What's even more troublesome is that because of the continuous growth of the black tree, the bird's nest treehouse he built is also facing the end of falling apart - the spacing between the branches is getting bigger and bigger.

"At this rate of growth, we will have to rebuild a treehouse every few days."

"I don't know how big the black tree will grow in the end, but if it grows into the size of the General Sherman tree in the United States, it would be good to build a house directly on the branches of the branches." There is a giant sequoia in the United States, called General Sherman, which is the largest tree in the world, more than 80 meters high, and the diameter of the base of the trunk is 11 meters.

The trunk of the tree is hollowed out, and a building can be built directly in it.

For his own black tree, he has not a trace of longing in his heart, if there is really a towering moment, it is also a miraculous creation.

Just thinking about it, the iron sheet in his hand suddenly hit the branch and quickly slipped from Fu Hongyang's hand.

As he slid off, the edge of the iron sheet sliced through his palm.

"Ahh

Fu Hongyang snorted in pain, almost fell from the tree without standing firmly, and waited until he sat firmly on the branch before he had the energy to check his palm. I saw a deep wound in the center of the palm of my hand cut by the iron sheet, and the red blood was desperately gushing out, and I couldn't cover it, and it hurt so much that I just wanted to curse.

"Shhh...... I have to go down, I have to clean my wounds! ”

There was no medicine at home, so he had to clean the wound himself and then find a strip of cloth to bandage it. So gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he slid down from the trunk of the tree little by little, and finally slipped to the ground, his face was covered with sweat and tears in pain, and the blood was wet on his sleeves along his arms.

My head was a little dizzy, I don't know if it was a slight faint blood sickness, or if I lost too much blood in a moment.

He didn't care about being uncomfortable, and he didn't care about the black dog Doudou who was shaking his head and tail at him, so he ran directly to the bucket and took water to clean his wounds.

"Shhh

"Shhh

Every time I rinse, my hands tingle.

The dirty blood was washed away, and new blood gushed out again, and after three consecutive times, he didn't dare to continue to rinse, and was ready to directly find the packed old clothes, and bandage them first. However, as he pulled out a shirt sleeve and spread the palm of his left hand, he found that the blood had stopped flowing.

In this somewhat dim light, he could clearly see that in the wound covered by blood, there were silk threads like green fibers, which were quickly intertwined.

It's subtle.

But the sewing-like crisp numbness deeply reminded him that the wound on his palm seemed to be healing on its own.

"That's not right!"

"It's not healing on its own, it's ...... It is the black tree seeds that parasitize in my body, and these green fibers are the things that the black tree seeds parasitize! ”

He stared at the wound intently, not knowing whether it was surprise or shock, and even forgot to bandage it.