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A burst of meaty aromas.

Ye Wen's hand holding the mirror clenched reflexively, and the iron piece that was used as a mirror was deeply embedded in his palm.

The teeth were clenched too tightly, and Ye Wen's gums even oozed blood.

But he didn't scream, not even a moan.

With a sigh of relief, Ye Wen trembled and opened his hand holding the mirror, picked up the charcoal that had fallen off again, adjusted the angle to the mirror, and slammed the charcoal on his face again.

Hurt. The pain of the heart.

The piece of iron that served as a mirror was actually broken alive. A stream of blood silently poured out from the contact between the mirror and the palm of the hand, dripping onto the dirty quilt, making it even dirtier.

The charcoal fell off once halfway, so Ye Wen used one chopstick to stick into the charcoal, and the other chopstick held on, little by little, disfigured himself.

Half of it is done, there is the other half, and there is also the neck. The skin there is also easily exposed and visible to others.

"That's enough."

At some point, Alfon's father walked up to him and grabbed his charcoal hand.

Ye Wen, who was already unrecognizable, raised his head, and it took a moment for his scattered gaze to see the person in front of him clearly. He smiled, but it touched the injured skin, and it hurt so much that he grinned.

And then there were more places to be pulled.

Ah, it's so sad.

The iron piece was taken away by Ah Fang's father. After a while, his hands were wiped clean and covered with clean bandages.

"You're not bad." Ah Fang's father said, knotting the bandage, "The left half of your face has been ruined, and the right side is no longer needed, anyway, there is that wound, and the scar is certain." You get scars all over the place, and others think it's a tumor that you have from an infectious disease, and they have to drive you away, so it's better to leave a little blank. As for the neck and hands, when the time comes, a little mud will be enough to get by. ”

Ye Wen nodded weakly.

Ah Fang's father looked at Ye Wen for a while, and suddenly said, "Ah Hu likes to chop wood if he has nothing to do, or you can learn to do it." ”

Do you like chopping wood?

Can this also be considered a hobby?

Ye Wen couldn't laugh or cry a little, and nodded as well. Anyway, he doesn't dare to speak now, and what Ah Fang's father says is good.

Ah Fang's father went and called Ah Fang, who was guarding the door, in. Seeing Ye Wen's appearance, Ah Fang covered his mouth. His father slapped him, telling him not to be stupid, and quickly went to help Ye Wen put on Ah Hu's clothes, and then hid Ah Hu's body.

After all this was done, Ah Fang's father and son made Ye Wen's hair as similar to Ah Hu's as much as possible, and then let Ye Wen lie on the bed, covered him tightly with a quilt, and then walked out.

The villagers stood outside the door, three layers inside and three layers outside, all on tiptoe, looking at Ah Fang's house. Fortunately, Ah Fang's father usually has some prestige, although the villagers are curious, but no one dares to get too close to the mud house, so they didn't find out that they had just completed a stealing of beams and pillars.

As the head of the village, Ah Fang's father made full use of his power, and without saying a word of nonsense to the villagers, he directly called Ah Hu's wife into the room, first covered her mouth, whispered the truth in her ear, and then waited for her emotions to be stable enough before letting go of the hand that was covering her.

The previous three orders finally had some effect. Ah Hu's wife didn't shout, but just looked at Ye Wen on the bed curiously: "He will ...... in the future It's Ah Hu? ”

"He's Ah Hu."

Ah Fang's father said heavily, and after speaking, he couldn't help but take out his pipe, frowning and taking a hard puff.

"Hmm...... He is Ah Hu. ”

Ah Hu's wife looked at Ye Wen, and said to Ah Fang's father in a daze.

In her eyes, this man did have a resemblance to her husband. Although his face was disfigured - according to the official account told him by Ah Fang's father, it was he who used charcoal fire therapy to remove the bruise in Ah Hu's brain, but he did not expect the charcoal basin to be accidentally knocked over by Ah Fang - but his body is very similar to Ah Hu.

It gave her a sense of familiarity with the person lying on the bed. Although she is willing to let herself and her two children stay and not be sent to the farm, even if she is allowed to live with a dog for the rest of her life, this familiarity makes her feel more at ease.

Behind her, Ah Fang and her father glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Alfon's father put away his pipe.

"I'll take ...... Hu, go home? Hu's wife asked.

"Wait." Ah Fang's father said. The injury on Ye Wen's face is not yet healed. Although burning wounds with fire is also a way to treat when there is really no medicine, it does not mean that burns and scalds can be left alone.

Besides, he can see that this animal has no common sense at all, so he let Ah Hu's wife take it home, and it is estimated that it doesn't take until dawn the next day, and he has to be ganged up.

Fortunately, as long as he has enough time, he can always integrate into the village.

I just hope that the zombies will come to find someone later.

Fong's father's hand touched his pipe again.

*****

Ye Wen stayed at Ah Fang's house for another half a day.

Taking advantage of this time, Ah Fang's father told him some information about Ah Hu. Ah Hu just celebrated his twentieth birthday three months ago, and his wife's name is Ah Hua (Ye Wen: Your village is all from Ah Zi? Two children, the eldest is six years old and the younger is only three years old. The rule in the village is that children can live until they are ten years old before they are named, so the eldest and second are called so.

Ah Hu was in good health, but a few years ago, he hit his head when he went to dig rocks in a nearby mountain with the villagers, and since then he has suffered from frequent convulsions. As time went on, his illness became more and more frequent, regardless of the occasion and place, and he even planted himself in the charcoal pile when he burned charcoal, but fortunately he was found by the villagers in time, leaving a scar on his face, but his skin was not so real. This is also one of the reasons why Ye Wen said that he wanted charcoal, and Ah Fang's father immediately figured out what he was going to do.

The Hu family does not have their own land. In fact, the land in the whole village was communal, and everyone worked together, and after the autumn harvest was first taxed, and then the rest of the grain was divided equally according to the capitation. However, this form of big pot rice is likely to cause tiredness, laziness and idleness, so each labor force has its own task indicators, such as if you want to sow seeds today, then how many seeds each person should sow, and whether the spacing of the seeds is appropriate or not, whether the seedlings can emerge smoothly. On weekdays, the "tax burden" in the mouths of villagers actually refers to most of these indicators.

This village is called the logistics village, and as the name suggests, it is the village that provides logistics for the farm. The people and animals on the farm are also driven to work, and often after they are done, they are directly used as rations for the guards, that is, the zombies. So obviously, this is limited to low-level human animals.