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In the blink of an eye, it was the third month of the end times, and it had been a month since I became a scavenger in the summer, and the weather was getting colder and colder as the Siberian cold snap moved deeper and deeper into the interior.

The insects in the wild seem to have entered a low tide period, and their numbers have become smaller and smaller, and they have not attacked the city for half a month.

Correspondingly, the number of scavengers has increased exponentially, and now the number of people who go out of the city every day to look for food has exceeded 100,000.

Of course, the blame for this is the military's new nutritional mixture, which is more unpalatable than toothpaste and does not stop the spread of hunger, and it only takes an hour and a half after eating this thing to feel hungry again, and it is even more hungry than before eating the nutritional mixture.

Although from a nutritional point of view, nutritional mixtures provide human beings with enough survival and protein and trace elements, the fact that they are always hungry makes it very unbearable for the people.

They can't die, but they live in hunger, and over time, this intense hunger will sink deep into the bone marrow and become a nightmare that cannot be shaken off.

Seeing this, the military simply issued a temporary regulation for scavengers, declaring that everyone has the right to go outside the city in search of food.

But on the other hand, once you leave the city, you must be responsible for your own life, and the military will not go outside the city to save people, nor will it punish the killing of waste pickers outside the city.

In a word, leave it to fate.

When scavengers enter the city, they give one-fifth of the supplies they get to the military as a tax to feed the army and the privileged class.

When the summer is full, half a month has passed.

At that time, the number of waste pickers was not so large, and in addition to eating two full meals outside in the summer, they would carry a large amount of food that they did not eat much back to the city, or store it for later use, or exchange it with other waste pickers for their favorite meat.

Now, everything has changed, and wherever food can be found, it has been cleared over and over again by scavengers, and in the summer he has traveled farther and farther, and he has to waste even eight of those hours on the road when he goes out of town for ten hours at a time.

Even with these conditions, there is always a full load every day in the summer.

The other scavengers were envious of the summer harvest, but they knew that the appetite of the summer was almost equivalent to ten adults, and he had to consume more food than normal people every day to ensure that he continued to evolve and become stronger.

In the evening of this day, Summer returned from outside the city as usual, carrying today's harvest on his back, when suddenly, an inexplicable and wonderful impulse made him turn a corner on the way home and take a path he had never walked before.

For three months, summer was like a machine, training, finding food, eating, and training, he didn't talk to other waste pickers, and every time he went home, he walked the same way, at the same time, as precise as a Swiss precision clock.

Interestingly, for the first time in a month in the summer, I didn't walk the fixed road home, and I met Lu Xiaoqiao.

Compared with the early days of the apocalypse, Lu Xiaoqiao has lost a lot, but it is still the beautiful little jasper, she was on her way home, and she happened to see the summer with a backpack.

Wearing thick-soled cargo boots and a black leather jacket in summer, his body covered in dust makes it easy to tell at a glance that he is a waste picker.

"It's you!" Lu Xiaoqiao was pleasantly surprised.

Summer paused for a moment, and then smiled, "Oh, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"You're coming back from outside the city?"

"Hmm."

"It's hard, isn't it?"

"Fortunately, who hasn't worked hard these days."

"My family lives here, come up and have a cup of tea, it's cold." Lu Xiaoqiao blurted out.

After saying that, she blushed, and for three months, he often remembered the summer, and was so impressed, like an old friend who had known him for many years, the more he could not see him, the more he remembered it clearly.

Summer looked up at the sky and whispered, "Well, well." ”

......

Lu Xiaoqiao's house is a little bigger than the summer home, with three bedrooms, but it is not a new apartment building, and it is also an old-fashioned floor house.

Lu Xiaoqiao's parents live in one, Lu Xiaoqiao and his brother live in another, and there is a family of refugees whose families were originally outside the city, they are in their thirties and have no children, and later found out in the summer that the couple originally had a child, and at the beginning of the end of the world, the child died.

Lu Xiaoqiao's father saw the guests and limped to make tea.

He is a disabled person who had recently found a low-paying job, but as the insect infestation became more and more sparse, the military felt that the city was too dirty, so they hired a group of disabled people who could not afford to go out of the city to scavenge waste to clean the city.

The reward is just two more tubes of nutritional mixture every day, but even so, Lu Xiaoqiao's father is still extremely satisfied and grateful to the military.

Lu Xiaoqiao's younger brother Lu Xiaobei was just eight years old, which is the age of growing his body, a tube of nutritional mixture can make Lu Xiaobei grow stronger, and the remaining tube of nutritional mixture can each of the three of them share a little.

A cup of hot tea arrives in the hands of the summer, and when you drink it in the summer, you will know that it is not tea at all, but a kind of wild vegetable that replaces the tea leaves, and it has a bitter taste when brewed.

Lu Xiaoqiao's mother is not in good health and coughs constantly, but she is very polite, and almost every cough will gently say sorry to Summer, much like Summer's mother who has passed away.

It was already dinner time, but Lu Xiaoqiao's mother, who was a housewife, was not in a hurry to prepare dinner, because in these years, almost no one could afford dinner.

Lu Xiaobei looked at Xia Xia curiously, looking at the backpack behind him.

"Brother, do you have anything to eat?" Lu Xiaobei asked timidly.

"You child, how can you speak? Go back to your room! Lu Xiaoqiao's mother, who has always been kind, said with a rare glare.

"Don't go." Summer smiled and grabbed Lu Xiaobei, opened his backpack, took out a tube of Alpine toffee from it, and put it in Lu Xiaobei's palm.

"Sugar! Sister, it's milk candy! Lu Xiaobei jumped up excitedly and held the sugar in the palm of his hand, like holding the most precious jewelry.

"No, summer, this... It's so precious. Lu Xiaoqiao said helplessly.

Immediately afterward, he saw Summer magically pull out more of his backpack.

Some flour wrapped in plastic bags, half a bottle of soybean oil, a few pieces of Want Want senbeis, a pack of finger biscuits, a few Shuanghui kings of kings, a bottle of canned yellow peaches with rusty caps, a bag of air-dried cuttlefish...

Every time he took out something in the summer, Lu Xiaoqiao's family's eyes would widen and let out a soft exclamation.

For the summer, these are just small gains, and he is very dissatisfied, and for the Lu family, the summer backpack is simply a treasure trove.