In the early morning, the sun rises over the horizon again, and the town that should have started busy is still quiet. Except for the occasional sound of shelling and sporadic firefights, there is no such cacophony of traffic as in peacetime.

Due to the war, the normal supply of running water, electricity, gas pipes and heating has been cut off, and if you want to eat a hot meal and heat yourself, you can only use the most primitive way, making a fire. Whether you use a wood-burning stove or a fire pit, you need to pay attention to the cooking smoke. Because, it is easy for the wanderer to know that you still have food here, and it is easy to cause mobs to come to the door to snatch it.

Therefore, floor-to-floor chimneys and early morning fog are the best ways to hide the smoke.

Li Mu stood in front of the stove, stirring a basin of noodles with chopsticks while fiddling with the fire in the stove from time to time, while Kadia stood next to her and slowly added water to the basin. Zlata, on the other hand, carefully cuts the potatoes under Bruno's guidance.

Although Li Mu didn't find the tomatoes, he still fulfilled his promise to make breakfast. What he has to do is very simple, which is pimple soup.

Pimple soup is simple to say, but it's difficult, but it's not that difficult, and most people can do it twice on the recipe. The most difficult part of the whole process is beating the flour into the shape of small lumps. Actually, this is not a difficult point, because even if you tear the dough into small balls by hand and throw it into the pot, it is the same, except that it is not good-looking.

Of course, no one cares if it looks good or not under such conditions.

Another reason why Li Mu chose to make pimple soup is that pimple soup is perfectly inclusive of mortals. You can put almost any dish in it.

Li Mu burst the pot with olive oil, and then the potatoes and seaweed mixed with the dough went into the pot. Looking at the oil flowers wafting on the tumbling water and the faint fragrance emanating from it, everyone couldn't help but twitch their noses. In fact, at this time, it is the best choice to beat an egg and cut a tomato, but there is no way to be so particular during the war. Sprinkle a little salt or pepper to your taste when it comes out of the pan, and it's just perfect.

In a real wartime, if you want to survive well, you definitely can't eat a meal every other day like in the game. If you do, your body will soon be hollowed out, and you will not be able to resist the mob and all kinds of dangerous situations. Staying in good shape is the guarantee of survival.

If you want to stay in good condition, two meals a day is the basic guarantee. Although it is more difficult to eat enough, it is necessary to eat.

Li Mu snorted and ate a bowl of pimple soup before falling asleep with his clothes. Because of his expertise in liquid affinity, Li Mu has a double recovery effect when he drinks pimple soup. Therefore, a bowl of pimple soup was enough to restore his physical condition.

During the day, Kadia and Bruno continued to reinforce and remodel the shelter. Zlata followed Cadia to help out. The two of them tidied up from the first floor to the third floor, reinforced, and blocked all the gaps with clothes. As for the rest of the materials, they are stored separately in several materials. Prevent these things from being reimbursed by a single shell.

Although, in the current situation, this is unlikely to happen. However, in war, it is impossible to be too careful.

Bruno, on the other hand, found all the iron sheets he had collected, wrapped two layers around the door, and added two huge iron bolts to the door to strengthen the door. Although it is not pretty, at such times, it is still this primitive way of locking the door that is more reassuring.

However, just as everyone was packing up the house and fortifying the shelter, Mr. Zahu, who had brought his wife Anna to visit on the first day and gave them a bag of potatoes, knocked on the door of the shelter again.

Bruno pulled the heavy deadbolt to open the door, and was stunned when he realized that it was the Zahus. He didn't know why the man in front of him had come to their shelter again.

Mr. Zahu was also stunned for a moment and then reacted, "You are also a resident here, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I did encounter difficulties." ”

Mr. Zahu rubbed his hands together vigorously as he spoke, "Just last night, my house was bombarded by mortars. No one was hurt, but my supplies were buried in the ground. My wife and I will have a hard time getting these supplies out of the way. And we lack the tools to do so. It's hard to be embarrassed, but I hope you can help me. Moreover, I will not let you help me in vain, and I will give you some thanks afterwards. ”

Bruno looked at the other party's sincerity and thought for a moment, you can come in and wait, we need to discuss.

With that, Bruno stepped out of the way, and without a sign pulled the rope that was tied to the door.

After hearing the sound of the bell, Li Mu woke up from his sleep.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell.

Whew, Pastor Li exhaled a long breath. It turned out that it was not a hacked ringtone, there was some problem. Li Mu put the assault rifle into his personal space, then took the two-handed axe in his hand and pushed the door open.

A few people sat in the living room and listened to Mr. Zahu's account of his bad luck.

It turned out that Mr. Zahu was the owner of a small shop that mainly dealt in dry goods and vegetables, so he was able to live a relatively modest life and even make a small profit when everyone was short of food and clothing. Of course, it is not money that is being made now, but hard currency such as jewelry, gold and silver. This is a fortune that Mr. Zahu has not earned in ten years.

In his heart, Mr. Zahu was even very grateful for the war, which had allowed him to gain great wealth, and he believed that as long as he waited until the war was over, he could live comfortably with his wealth.

Later, I don't know if it was retribution, Mr. Zahu was robbed by armed thugs, and although there was not much loss due to Mr. Zahu's foresight to store all the goods and wealth separately, Mr. Zahu decided to change his ways. He lowered the price and gave a gift every time he had a new neighbor, as well as a little favor from the leader of the nearby mob. After Mr. Zahu's operation, this vicious incident never happened again.

Just as Mr. Zahu regained his confidence, a mortar shell concentrated on the top floor of his house. Alert, Mr. Zahu and his wife ran out of the house in time to avoid being buried in the rubble, but their wealth and remaining supplies were buried there.

"That's the case, as long as you help me dig up everything, I can give you the rest of the supplies." So says Mr. Zahu.

Of course, the above things are all from Mr. Zahu's family, and the truth of them is unknown.

Li Mu and Bruno glanced at each other, and then asked, "So, Mr. Zahu has given us all the supplies, how do you plan to live?" Or does the gentleman have a way to leave? ”