In any era, there is no more tragic war than ordinary people, as the saying goes, the people are bitter when they prosper, and the people are bitter when they die, and the same is true in the last days.

The bloody battle in the upper reaches of Ren is in full swing, but there is a different scene at the mouth of the Yangtze River.

Several shuttle boats weave through the cracked ice, unleash their nets, and catch fish and shrimp from the cold river.

War has deprived the land of most of its resources, reduced people's food and clothing, and destroyed people's illusions about life.

As the war situation worsened, the eastern region began to implement brutal food rationing, and activated the Songun economic system, which had been sealed for several years, while ensuring the food and clothing of the eastern army corps, pushed the people living in the eastern region to the brink of starvation.

Hunger forced people to take risks, so some people drove boats to and from the sea to fish, intending to ask for food from the sea.

Fishing at the mouth of the sea is an extremely dangerous activity.

First, in the east, several large fishing grounds are under the control of the military, nominally publicly owned, but in reality controlled by the privileged class, and civilians are mercilessly shot by the soldiers guarding the fishing grounds for any reason.

Secondly, in this era of scarcity, any steel fishing ship has been requisitioned and confiscated by the Eastern Legion, and no private person can afford to own an iron ship. Therefore, fishermen can only use homemade wooden boats or shuttle boats to go out to fish. In fact, in the eastern region, even large trees are publicly owned, and ordinary people will encounter brutal sanctions from the army if they cut them down without permission, so fishermen are not in a position to go too far from the land to fish.

Finally, fishing itself is also a very dangerous thing, because near the mouth of the sea, a net is cast, and in addition to fish and shrimp, there are often zombies! These guys who jumped into the Yangtze River in the upstream area are extremely tenacious, and they can keep them alive for a long time even in the water, and once they are salvaged, they will immediately wake up and burst out with huge lethality. One-third of fishermen engaged in fishing activities were killed by zombies.

Of course, a third of them were shot by soldiers of the Eastern Legion.

A battered shuttle boat floats slowly on the river, and an extremely old man is buried in the shuttle boat tending to fishing nets.

The nets are very broken, some of the large openings have been sewn with fishing line, but more places are still broken, but fortunately the nets are still usable.

The old man wore a small amount of clothing in the cold season, and a cold wind blew, and the scrawny old man shivered in the wind, and the chaff was sifted more strongly than the whiskers whiskered by the wind.

The old man cleaned the fishing net with his rough big hands, and from time to time threw some small fish and shrimp into the fish basin next to him, and the old man's big hands had a thick layer of cocoons, and the chilblains at the tiger's mouth had burst out, revealing a layer of yellow solids.

The old man concentrated on taking care of the fishing nets, not feeling how cold his body was, and how painful his hands were, especially when he looked at the little grandson who was squatting next to him to accompany him, the old man felt a warm heart, and that feeling was more comfortable than drinking a small half pot of burning knives. "Maomao, don't worry, Ah Gong takes care of the fishing nets and catches fish, and when he catches fish, he goes home to fry fish and eat, and if he can't eat enough fish, Ah Gong will take it to the city to sell it, and exchange money to buy new shoes for Mao Mao." The old man glanced at his little grandson and said with a smile.

The little child squatting on the old man's body was probably not more than five or six years old, embroidered with a small tiger head, and a pair of smart little eyes flashed with concern for Ah Gong.

"Ah Gong, you slowly clean up the fishing nets, Mao Mao is not in a hurry, Mao Mao is waiting for Ah Gong!" The little tiger said in a milky voice, and also stretched out his chubby little hand to help clean the fishing nets.

"Maomao, don't get fishing nets, let Ah Gong come, the water is cold, and in the future, the frostbite on his hands will be the same as Ah Gong's hands." The old man said, stretching out a palm and shaking it in front of Mao Mao.

Xiaohu gritted his teeth and said: "Mao Mao is not afraid, Mao Mao wants to help Ah Gong ......"

The grandfather and grandson slowly took care of the fishing nets, and after a short time they cleaned the fishing nets, and the grandfather shook off the fishing nets and scattered them into the distance, and the thin body bones swayed and bumped in the cold wind, and finally stood firmly on the undulating bow with difficulty.

Mao Mao, who was holding Ah Gong's calf, saw that Ah Gong was safe and sound, sat on the boat with his buttocks, and let out a long breath.

Immediately after that, Ah Gong rested a little and began to collect the net.

With Ah Gong's physical fitness and hunger, he can only cast the net three times a day at most, otherwise he will be tired to the point of collapse, he will not be able to eat enough and wear warm clothes all year round, and his body bones will have been hollowed out long ago.

"Maomao, there seems to be a big guy in this net, come and help Grandpa!" The old man seemed to sense that the weight in the net was different, and shouted to the little grandson.

As soon as Mao Mao, who was sitting on the ground, heard the word "big guy", his eyes released little stars, and he stood up suddenly, grabbed the fishing net with both hands, and tried hard to pull it behind him.

The fishing net was finally pulled up little by little, and Ah Gong first discovered the anomaly in the fishing net. I saw a pair of purple arms rise to the surface, and then half of the body was floating in the river!

"Ah, bad luck, I've caught a zombie, Maomao is almost behind Ah Gong!" Ah Gong screamed and almost threw the fishing net into the river, but thinking of the great preciousness of the fishing net, Ah Gong still held back his instinctive fear.

After trembling for a while, Ah Gong found that the zombie lying in the water seemed to be dead, and he didn't react at all.

Now Ah Gong is faced with two choices, one is to throw away the fishing nets, and the other is to pull the fishing nets up and throw the zombie corpses back into the sea.

After some entanglement, Ah Gong still succumbed to reality, this fishing net, but the treasure that cost Ah Gong two months' wages to buy, he didn't dare to throw it away, so he could only salvage the body.

Recovering corpses is a frightening process, because always be on the lookout for the possible awakening of zombies, and then bite into yourself, then it is really doomed.

Fortunately, the whole process went very smoothly, and Ah Gong pulled the zombie corpse onto the shuttle boat. The corpses of the zombies rolled along the fishing nets on the shuttle boat, and Ah Gong's movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping devil.

Mao Mao, who had been hiding in the cabin and looking at the zombie corpse with big eyes, curiously stretched out a finger and boldly pressed it on the zombie corpse.

"Maomao, don't! You goddamn stupid doll, this thing bites! Ah Gong's face changed in fright.

Mao Mao withdrew her fingers, looked at the angry Ah Gong with some grievances, and said with tears in her eyes: "Ah Gong, I'...... I know it's wrong, but he still has the temperature! ”

Mao Mao pointed to the zombie corpse lying on the bow of the boat.

Ah Gong was completely stunned, and also stretched out a finger, trembling and touching the "corpse".

"Ah, it's lukewarm, this man is still alive!" Ah Gong reacted that this was not a zombie, but a drowning person.

Although the grandfather and grandson were poor, they also had good thoughts and morals, and the shuttle boat quietly sailed back to the shore.

After the warm corpse was brought back to the settlement, it left, causing an uproar, and many people, including Liu Popi, the manager of the settlement, were taken aback, thinking that the unlucky grandfather and grandson had brought back a zombie. insisted on expelling the grandfather and grandson from the settlement, but in the end, under the examination of the settlement doctor, it was confirmed that the warm body was only a drowning coma, and the turmoil slowly subsided.

Not far from the mouth of the Yangtze River, the inhabitants of the settlement mostly make a living by fishing, and then sell the fish they catch to a nearby dilapidated town in exchange for the necessities of life.

One hundred and ten households in the settlement are all under the jurisdiction of Liu Popi, in the last days, the ruthless people are afraid of the ruthless, the ruthless people are afraid of the deadly people, Liu Popi gathered a few ruthless people who do not want to die, and completely occupied the settlement.

The troops under the Eastern Legion acquiesced to Liu Popi's rule, and as long as they could pay enough fresh fish on time, the military didn't care who ruled the pitifully small settlement.

Liu Popi looked at the poor drowning man, couldn't help but spit out two mouthfuls of saliva, scolded and left, and did not forget to blackmail Old Man Chen with two fresh fish when he left. For Liu Popi, one more person in this settlement is better than one less, after all, fishing is also physical work.

So the warm body was left at Old Man Chen's house.

A day has passed, two days have passed, and the drowning man still has no movement, and he can't even confirm whether he is still alive, which is sad for Old Man Chen.