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"Du Xiaobao's parents are gone, he is an orphan," Meng Jie said, "his father is a soldier here, and he died yesterday when he was sent out on a mission, and the officer who led the team at that time was named Chen Bo." ”

Meng Jie said the information he knew, staring at Cheng Liying's eyes full of anticipation, this was the last information he could provide.

"Who are you children?" Cheng Liying rummaged through the name Meng Jie had just mentioned, and suddenly raised her head and asked.

"We, like the fathers of our children, are all soldiers." Meng Jie said, and Wu Zhe also nodded, "We don't want him to be an orphan." ”

Cheng Liying nodded, her expression was a little solemn, and Meng Jie's words touched her heart a little. In the past, she was also influenced by some sayings that "good men are not soldiers, and good iron is not nailed", and she had some prejudices against people who were soldiers. But when the disaster struck, when she was saved from the threat of death by someone she had once held prejudices, her perception changed.

Who are the loveliest people, of course, those who defend our dignity with their lives and protect our homes with their lives.

The image of the two people standing in front of him became taller in Cheng Liying's eyes, and Cheng Liying first found Chen Bo's information according to the information provided by them, and then found out the information of the only soldier surnamed Du in his team through his establishment in the army.

"Chen Bo is the squad leader, and there is only one soldier surnamed Du in his squad." Cheng Liying said, "Du Yaming's house is in Master Qian's tea house, you go along the main road outside to the end, and you can see the row of houses in front of the tea garden, and his room number is 1213." ”

"Okay, thank you so much," Meng Jie said excitedly. finally found out the location of Du Xiaobao's house, and the anxious mood of the two calmed down a little.

"Eh, wait," Cheng Liying called out to the two who were about to run out of the door, "When you take care of this child, if you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me, although I may not be able to help, but I also want to contribute to him." ”

"Well," Meng Jie nodded, and suddenly added a lot of goodwill to the clerk of the Ethnic Affairs Committee.

The two walked out of the gate of the Ethnic Affairs Committee and went straight to the direction that Cheng Liying said. The location of the committee is at the foot of the hill on the south side of Lijilong Mountain, and the neighborhood is full of private houses, which were the houses of local tea farmers before the disaster, and many of them were rented out as homestays for tourists who came to the area as temporary residences.

The area is surrounded by the Chicken Long Mountain and the Chicken Long Mountain, and the houses are surrounded by mountains to the south, north and west, with only a large tea plantation on the east side, which was converted into farmland after the disaster.

A main road directly connected the end of the dwellings, and before Meng Jie and Wu Zhe found the tea house, they finally saw the sign marked "1213" on the door of a small courtyard. The small building was only one and a half stories high, with a gray-white mud roof and no yard in front of it, only an orange tree.

A large green trash can is placed on the side of the road next to the house, and several long bamboo poles are set up in the corner to dry clothes.

The door of the house is still wooden, and the mottled marks on it are full of the smell of time. Meng Jie came to the door and saw that the door was closed, and he was slightly nervous. He knocked on the door, found no one answering, and tried to push the door.

The door was not locked, and after Meng Jie pushed it, it opened with a "creak". There was no light on in the room, and it was empty and a little deserted.

Meng Jie and Wu Zhe walked inside and saw a small figure lying on the bed in the bedroom.

He ran over and found that it was a child sleeping on the bed, "This should be Du Xiaobao." ”

Wu Zhe turned on the light by the door, and Meng Jie gently patted the child's arm, "Xiaobao, Xiaobao." ”

"Dad, I'm so hungry," the sleeping child muttered, and Meng Jie couldn't help but feel sour when he saw the tears in the corners of his eyes.

"There doesn't seem to be anything in the room," Wu Zhe searched around the room, but found nothing to eat except for the cold empty bowl on the stove.

Du Xiaobao woke up and saw two strangers suddenly in the room, and the eight-year-old child couldn't help but be a little scared.

"Uncle is not a bad person, we are friends of your father Du Yaming," Meng Jie's words made Du Xiaobao suddenly relax.

"Where's my dad?" Du Xiaobao asked.

"Your dad ......," Meng Jie didn't know how to speak, but Wu Zhe caught his words and said, "Your dad is fighting monsters in another place, and he asked us to come back and take care of you first." ”

Du Xiaobao nodded, and said to Wu Zhe again, "Uncle, I'm so hungry." ”

"Don't you have anything to eat at home?" Wu Zhe asked.

Du Xiaobao shook his head, "In the middle of the night last year, my dad left me some tickets for me to buy and eat by myself before I went out, I went to the canteen to buy steamed buns in the morning, and the remaining tickets were snatched by Lu Tianyi, and he also stepped on my steamed buns a few times." ”

Du Xiaobao pouted aggrievedly as he spoke, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

"How many steamed buns have you eaten since yesterday?" Meng Jie's eyes widened, and his heart was uncomfortable.

Du Xiaobao nodded, "Uncle, do you have anything to eat?" ”

"You wait, I'll buy you something to eat," Meng Jie said and rushed out without looking back, his voice drifting in from outside the door, "Old Wu, you take care of him and wait for me to come back." ”

"Xiaobao, who is this Lu Tianyi who robbed you of your things?" Wu Zhe asked him.

"He's a few years older than me, I can't beat him, and he has other people to help," Du Xiaobao said, "My dad told me to avoid him a lot, and I don't know why." ”

Meng Jie stopped a man on the street outside and asked, "May I ask where there is a place to sell food here?" ”

The passer-by looked at Meng Jie with puzzled eyes, and then pointed to the north, "You go to the market over there and take a look, the sellers are there." ”

"Thank you," Meng Jie thanked him and ran in the direction pointed by the passer-by just now. He crossed the road outside the tea house and came to the residential area on the east side of the mountain side of the chicken cage. It's a small area, with a single road dividing the area in two, and the streets are lined with stalls built by the survivors themselves, selling a variety of things.

Meng Jie finally found a stall selling steamed cakes, and saw that the steamed cakes on it looked okay, so he asked the owner in front of the stall, "How do you sell steamed cakes?" ”

"1 ticket, 1 piece, sweet and fragrant~" Seeing that a guest came to the door, the boss suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly greeted him.

"Tickets?" Meng Jie touched the pocket on his body and found that he hadn't put money in it for a long time.

"Tickets," Seeing that Meng Jie was stunned, the boss didn't understand what happened to him.

"I just got here yesterday, what's this ticket?" Meng Jie asked.

"Ah, you're new," the boss said a little impatiently as soon as he heard that Meng Jie had just come to the shelter, knowing that he definitely didn't have a ticket to buy something, "I advise you to go to the Ethnic Affairs Committee and find them to arrange a job for you, you can only get tickets if you work here, and you can't buy anything without tickets." ”

"Tickets are money, right," Meng Jie finally understood what tickets represented.

"Yes, it seems that you are also an understanding person, brother." The boss smiled and turned to head back into the house.

"Wait, I don't have a ticket now, I can't change lanes with you with things," Meng Jie saw that he was leaving, and hurriedly called him to stop.

"What do you have?" The boss turned to Meng Jie and asked, his eyes already beginning to look at Meng Jie.

"Cigarettes, I still have half a pack of cigarettes here," Meng Jie took out the cigarette in his pocket and handed it over.

"Smoke? Lao Tzu is not rare," the boss shook his head, but his gaze fell on the magazine inserted in Meng Jie's jacket pocket.

"Will you change this?" The boss walked over and asked in a low voice, and he looked left and right again to prevent anyone else from noticing.

"Bullets?" Meng Jie's brows furrowed. Coming from a military background, he naturally understands the harm of trading arms privately, and although the world is collapsing and the order is lost, he does not intend to cross this red line. Because a bullet may involve a human life, the security here is naturally responsible for the military, and civilians will definitely not do anything good with these bullets.

Seeing that Meng Jie was a little hesitant, the boss was about to persuade him further, when suddenly the corner of his eye noticed that several people around him were looking over, and he quickly stopped his words.

The arms trade is also strictly forbidden in the Vaults, but there are some things that are more and more difficult to prohibit. Under the end of the world, many people's self-restraint ability is gradually declining, and more and more people dare to take risks. The stricter the ban is on something, it doesn't cut it off, it only drives up its price.

However, someone had already noticed this, and the boss also knew that he had no chance to get the magazine in Meng Jie's pocket, so he had to change his mind and start other ideas.

"I don't see anything else on you, I can still see these boots on my feet, can I change them?" The boss glanced at the boots on Meng Jie's feet, this is a pair of field army boots of very good quality, or Meng Jie brought back from the army when he retired from the army, as a commemoration of joining the army, he has always been a special treasure of these boots. When Wu Zhe came to Ningbo to get together with him, he specially changed into these boots and prepared to show off in front of his brother.

Meng Jie hesitated, sighed and said, "Change a few cakes." ”

"Three," the boss said, paying attention to Meng Jie's expression, and seeing that he didn't agree, he changed his words again, "Five at most, no more." ”

"Hehe," someone around laughed secretly, and several people doing business next to him could see that the boss was obviously bullying the people who had just come here and didn't know the market.

Five steamed cakes are enough for one person to eat one or two meals, but the boots on Meng Jie's feet are a good thing, and they can be worn for three years and five years.

Meng Jie untied the laces of his boots, took off the boots and handed them to the boss, "Steamed cake for me." ”

The boss was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Meng Jie to agree so quickly, he hurriedly took the boots handed by Meng Jie, for fear that he would regret it.

After getting the steamed cake, Meng Jie ran towards Du Xiaobao's house without looking back, and the gravel on the road stuck on the soles of his feet was a little diaphragm, but Meng Jie's heart warmed up. As long as the child can have a full meal, it is worth it for him to lose those boots.

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