Next to the stall, Wang Bomin was complaining about Shalin: "You kid is too shrewd, so I will eat Captain Wang." No matter what, what people bring is also meat, you raise your hand and get more aged grain for others, this aged grain is not durable to hide, and you are in a hurry to get rid of it. ”

Sha Lin didn't dare to offend Wang Bomin, he was a big leader of the efficiency office, and his real power was heavier than Sha Qing, so he had to laugh again and again, and diverted the topic: "Wang Bomin, the old man just now had a big tone, saying that he only had jerky in his hand, and he just wanted to eat some serious food, and he used jerky as a meal, which was too extravagant. ”

Wang Bomin said disapprerovingly: "Didn't Captain Wang say that he has a special ability, that jerky must have been obtained by the old uncle who fought wild beasts with his own ability, not surprised." ”

The two of them were chatting, and suddenly a little child rushed over, carrying a backpack, and hurriedly said: "Two uncles, can you exchange jerky for food here?" ”

Shalin nodded, "yes." Do you want to change food? When he saw that the boy was seven or eight years old, he thought that an adult had come to inquire about it.

The child shook his head: "There is no one in my family, they are all dead, and I am the only one." He struggled to untie his backpack: "This uncle, these jerky are used for food." ”

Shalin took his backpack and opened it, and heh, a bag full of jerky, he pinched a small piece and chewed it in his mouth, and nodded--the same kind of jerky that the old man traded. He took the jerky and brought over a bag of 30 catties of aged rice. Looking at the child's short stature, he frowned: "Little friend, can you carry it alone?" ”

The little guy's eyes lit up when he looked at the grain bag, and he nodded again and again: "You can move it." Wang Bomin shook his head: "I'll help you get it." As he spoke, he picked up the grain bag and nodded at the little guy: "Let's go, I'll send you home." The child thanked him again and again, and walked towards the archway with Wang Bomin.

As soon as Shalin finished putting away the jerky, when he looked up, he saw several villagers coming in front of his stall, either carrying or carrying bags. His face was full of flattering smiles. Sha Lin was stunned for a moment, and then understood: "You are all here to exchange jerky for food?" The villagers responded, and some people said, "This master, you have to think that this jerky is too much." Let's change less food. ”

Sarin had been in a small business before. This bargaining is his only method. Although he had just been reprimanded by Wang Lu, now that the villagers took the initiative to lower the price, he was itching in his heart. Look left and right, don't talk about Wang Lu, even Wang Bomin is not there, he is a little bolder, and he lowers his voice and says: "It's not that I'm not kind, it's really too much of this kind of dried meat, and I don't know if it's good to sell it elsewhere, it's risky to do this business, one for three, or not?" ”

The villagers all nodded, Shalin was happy, and exchanged them one by one on the spot, and those villagers were also easy to talk, so they simply handed over all the dried meat to Shalin for weighing, and then took the grain and returned to the village to divide it again, so as to reduce the trouble of Shalin weighing and distributing the grain one by one.

The business of exchanging jerky for grain is quite good, and after a while, there was a long queue in front of Shalin's stall, it seems that all the villagers in Jinglan Village have taken jerky to exchange for food, Shalin was originally a little worried that he would be trained after being discovered by Wang Lu, but every villager who came to trade was happy, and thanked him vigorously, as if the villagers were cheaper of the Yashan caravan, so Shalin's apprehension was quickly thrown to the back of his mind.

Sha Lin's business was really hot, and in the end, he simply called Lu Kai and Xie Jian to help him carry grain bags, and when the last villager left the stall with a bag of old grain, Sha Lin looked at the dried meat piled up like a hill behind him, and his eyes narrowed with joy. He had the confidence to take the jerky to another settlement in exchange for five times the amount of rice, and it would have to be new rice! Outside here, new rice for old rice, old rice for meat, meat for new rice, almost ten times the profit. Damn, the monopoly of the merchants in the last days is really profitable! Lao Tzu likes it, this is much more interesting than Sha Qing sitting in the office.

Wang Bomin carried a grain bag on his back and entered the village with the child, Jinglan Village has not been modernized, the houses of the villagers are quite old, and the roads in the village are also winding gravel roads or bluestone roads. However, it is an advantage to fight zombies in such a complex terrain village, and the survivors can rely on the terrain to be familiar with the zombies, and I think this is also the reason why such a small village can have many survivors, and even the old and weak have been spared.

Wang Bomin walked all the way, talking to children all the way, and wanted to take the opportunity to inquire about the strength of Jinglan Village - although he was kind, he was not inflexible, Jinglan Village was not clear about friends and enemies, and it was necessary to collect information from many parties. --I don't know if this kid is wooden or smart, over and over again, he just beats zombies and kills zombies a few words, and when asked if there are any strangers in the village, the child doesn't understand the concept of strangers at all, but just stupidly said: "People who are not afraid of zombies?" No one in our village is afraid of zombies, and I'm not afraid of either, what is there to be afraid of, zombies are all avoiding us. Wang Bomin shook his head and smiled bitterly, this kid is either a stupid person, or a big talker, according to what he said, unless everyone in the village is a stranger.

The child took Wang Bomin to a wooden building, the two went straight into the kitchen, Wang Bomin did a good thing to the end, opened the grain bag, ready to pour into a rice bowl in the corner of the kitchen, the rice bowl was obviously useless for a long time, it was covered with a layer of dust and cobwebs, Wang Bomin took the rag, wiped it clean, and then poured the rice in, he also specially told the child, this old rice can not be put for a long time, you have to eat it quickly.

Wang Bomin was pulling with his children, while calmly looking at the kitchen, there is a big firewood stove in the kitchen, there is no gas cylinder, there is no electric stove, but there is a pile of firewood with leaves next to the stove, obviously, Jinglan Village has not restored the modern infrastructure like Yashan, and still lives a simple small peasant life. There are also some sweet potatoes, potatoes, taro and other things piled up in the corner, which seem to be children's food, and there is a bowl of meat on the stove, not jerky, but boiled meat.

Wang Bomin frowned, strange, this child lives alone, and it is reasonable to eat some sweet potatoes and potatoes. But such a big bowl of meat—either from someone with a particularly good conscience, or if this kid had some strange ability to catch wild beasts. Thinking about the pair of backpack jerky that this kid traded with Shalin just now, it seems more likely that it is the latter - could it be that everyone in this village really has abilities? Isn't this? A village full of supernatural people has not already laid a big territory, and as for nesting in this small village, it is necessary to rely on robberies to make a living? Fuck, isn't this a disgrace for the world's supernatural powers?

The boy was obviously hungry for rice, so he threw two handfuls of rice into the pot, scooped up the water, and began to cook with firewood. Wang Bomin shook his head. Saying goodbye to the child, he left the hut on his own, and the child did not have much upbringing to treat others, so he muttered "Thank you, uncle" behind the stove in a daze. I didn't go out to see each other.

Wang Bomin walked along the stone road. Three turns and two turns from memory. Then I found myself lost. Most of the houses in the village are vacant, and some of them still have traces of fire and have not been dealt with yet. You can't get someone to ask for directions. Wang Bomin was not in a hurry, how big this village could be, it could always be turned out, so he walked forward, looking for a place with a wide road and a tall and bright house next to it.

Turning a corner, there was a relatively well-preserved old house in front of it, with high cornices, a horse's head wall, and a beast's head on the ridge, but it was a good place, Wang Bomin quickened his pace - suddenly, a figure ran out of the alley next to him, and the head of the grinding steel gun in his hand almost stabbed Wang Bomin in the face: "What are you doing?!" Hold it! ”

Wang Bomin stopped, but saw that it was a fully armed villager, blocking in front of him.

The villager looked Wang Bomin up and down: "Who are you?" You are not from our village! ”

Wang Bomin said with a smile: "This master, I am a member of the Yashan caravan, and I just helped a child deliver things, and I got lost when I returned to the village. ”

The villager had obviously heard about the Yashan caravan, muttered something, and said angrily: "Turn left and go straight to the entrance of the village, let's go." ”

Wang Bomin glanced at the big mansion, and knew in his heart that the villager was guarding must be a point.

It's just that the location of this big mansion is a little strange, if it is a military fortress, it should be placed at the entrance of the village, and from the appearance, there are no firepower points, cross bunkers and other facilities. Is it a material warehouse? It doesn't look like it, there are too few guards, and the materials need to be transported in and out of a large passage and site, this house is deep in the center of the village, and the transportation is inconvenient and not suitable for a warehouse. The only possibility left is the residence of important people, looking at the appearance of this high-walled and deep courtyard, nine times out of ten it is the private residence of the leader of Xu Ben.

Wang Bomin laughed in his heart, it was really the psychology of showing off his wealth in the countryside, the leader of Wang Lu, such a powerful and powerful party, in Yinjiang Town, the family only lived in an ordinary small building, and there were only dozens of people under Xu Ben, so he made a house like a tourist attraction. This old house looks magnificent, but in fact it is damp and unventilated, and there are no modern water and sewage facilities, even the cement houses of ordinary farmers are not as good.

The guard was about to stretch out his hand to push Wang Bomin, when suddenly a woman hurriedly ran over in the alley: "Xiao Dong, go quickly, the caravan from Yashan exchanged rice for jerky, and Baihuahua's rice was exchanged for two catties of jerky." "--Good fellows, sarin is undercutting the price again.

The guard was stunned: "Really? ”

The woman hurriedly said, "Oh, can I still lie to you?" Old man Ye was the first to go to change grain, and a small bag of jerky was exchanged for a large bag of 15 catties of rice, which could make the old man happy. Now that there are more people changing, the price has fallen, why don't you go quickly? When it's too late, the price is going to fall again. ”

The guard didn't say a word, carried the steel bar, and ran away with the woman who reported the news, only blinking an eye, leaving only the stunned Wang Bomin in front of the house.

Wang Bomin looked left and right, convinced that there was really no villager next to him, rubbed his nose and smiled bitterly, these villagers, really a group of Ma Daha, just for a few catties of food, actually recklessly gave up their posts, if this is in Yashan, Zhou Chunyu has to take people to the small black house.

Wang Bomin shook his head, turned around and was about to go to the entrance of the village, when he suddenly stopped again, he listened attentively, confirmed that there was no one around, and jumped to the door of the mansion with an arrow, and looked in through the crack in the door.

There was nothing in it - it was dark in the crack of the door, to be exact, and nothing could be seen. Wang Bomin was feeling strange, and suddenly there was a roar through the door, and then the door was hit by a heavy object behind him.

Wang Bomin couldn't help but retreat again and again, this roaring sound. It's all too familiar, but it's the usual roar of zombies chasing and killing humans.

Behind the door of the ancient mansion, there was a constant roar and the creak of fingernails scratching the wooden door, if it was a dark night, it would really be a good horror movie, but now it was blue sky and daylight, and Wang Bomin was used to getting along with zombies and intelligent corpses - now he leaned in front of the crack in the door and looked in.

Just now, the crack in the door was blocked by zombies who were also peeking out, so Wang Bomin didn't see anything, and now he found out that the zombies blocked at the door, in the courtyard of the ancient house and in the wings. Crowded together was actually a large group of zombies. They also apparently smell the breath of the living, and are about to move.

Zombies, in this large ancient mansion, there are actually a lot of zombies imprisoned. There are hundreds of them, to say the least.

Wang Bomin was just about to investigate carefully. Suddenly, I heard a faint voice in the alley next to me. He hurriedly took a few steps back from the door, turned into another path, and walked towards the entrance of the village in a leisurely manner.

A moment later. Feng Haiqi was listening to Wang Bomin's report, Feng Haiqi hugged his arms: "A room full of zombies? Are you saying that the villagers of Jinglan Village locked up a room of zombies in a house in the center of the village? ”

Wang Bomin nodded: "That old mansion is huge, let alone 3 or 4 hundred zombies, and it is almost undefended--if Minister Feng you call a guard of Madahar a fortification." ”

Feng Haiqi touched his chin: "We Yashan also use zombies, but they are usually locked up in an old factory far away from the residential center, with high walls and thick courtyards, and special personnel are guarding in three shifts 24 hours a day. Either they are a group of brainless villagers, or they really have abilities, and zombies are harmless to them at all. ”

Wang Bomin said suddenly: "I think of a detail, the zombies in that house, when the villager was guarding, did not make a sound, but after he left, I stepped forward to investigate, and then I roared and screamed." In this way, the villager does have some special abilities, and he can suppress hundreds of zombies alone. ”

A paranormal was actually used as a miscellaneous soldier to guard the house? Feng Haiqi gasped: "This Jinglan Village really has a whole village of superpowers?!" ”

Wang Bomin said with a tense face: "We have to quickly inform Captain Wang of this news." ”

Feng Haiqi slapped his thigh: "Wang Lu entered the village just now, and he hasn't come out yet." ”

Wang Bomin and Feng Haiqi exchanged a look, and Feng Haiqi moved his lips silently: "Inform it, first-level alert, remember, don't show your traces, wait for news from Wang Lu." ”

Wang Lu didn't know that at the entrance of the village, the members of the caravan were doing business with smiling faces, while secretly guarding, body armor and guns were put in a convenient place, and he was wandering around Jinglan Village with his hands behind his back.

Jinglan Village is small in size, there is a small stream running through the village, there is a pond in the village, the old houses here are relatively well preserved, and belong to the "original ecological village" that those travelers and photographers love to visit. It's just that Wang Luda grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, and he has seen a lot of such buildings, and there is not much novelty. Contrary to his original estimate, these guys who dared to rob the road were more kind, and when they saw Wang Lu, a stranger, jumping around, they didn't say anything to blame, and even some old people and children nodded shyly at Wang Lu and smiled, which was the most simple countryman style.

Wang Lu turned three times and two times, and came to a newly-painted old house, and there was a sign hanging at the door of the house, with five big characters on it: "Ancient Ship Museum".

Wang Lu couldn't help but sigh, museum? How could there be a museum in this small village in the middle of nowhere? But he was soon relieved, before the end of the world, it was the time when the country was shouting about the so-called creation of cultural soft power, in fact, in the minds of local heads, they didn't know what cultural soft power was, but they used this to reach out and ask for some preferential policies to build some houses.

In Yonggang, the most lively thing is to build a number of so-called folk museums, which are actually some private enterprises that take the cultural relics and even handicrafts from private collections, and grant plots of land under preferential conditions given by the government to build a courtyard and display the exhibits. Kind, the exhibits inside are a bit weighty, not kind, in fact, the exhibits are "my little friends and I were stunned" modern handicrafts.

This ancient ship museum is obviously not exempt from vulgarity, nine times out of ten is a local guy with a brain, seriously speaking, it can be regarded as fame and fortune, the name of the museum director can be compared to the general manager, the chairman of the board of directors sounds much more elegant, but also convenient to make friends with all aspects of the people, and even better, in the name of the museum to get the land, but tax-free.

Wang Lu walked towards the museum with his hands behind his back, and sure enough, the so-called ancient ship museum is actually a model and picture of some ancient ships, but these ship models are still more exquisite, Wang Lu is enthusiastically carrying a 3-meter-long antique ship can be lifted and lowered, and a voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"This is the most common transport ship along the coast of Yonggang in the Qing Dynasty more than 100 years ago. In 1904, the craftsmen of the Qing Dynasty made a batch of ship models in Yonggang, which participated in the 1904 World Exposition in St. Louis, USA, and later participated in the 1905 World Exposition in Liège, Belgium. Later, because the Qing Dynasty could not afford to pay the model aircraft to return to China, the model ship remained in Belgium. In 2012, three ship models were exhibited in Yonggang City from Belgium, and I went to visit them and took photos, and made this ship model myself. "It was the honest Xu Ben who spoke. (To be continued......)