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Leaving the construction site, Mingjiali still ran wildly, shuttling through the streets and alleys at a very fast speed, leaving a string of deep footprints on the snow.

He instinctively wanted to run away, the farther away the better, and it was better to never see Li Banyue again......

Maybe regaining his memory can allow him to recover a lot of things he has lost, but he has been depressed and miserable to this point, his brain is stupid, his speech is stupid, and his appearance is ugly, and anyone who sees it will laugh......

He just wants to be a carefree, happy second fool, and a new start......

"Whew"

The cold wind blew, sweeping the ice and snow all over the ground, bringing bursts of icy cold currents.

Ming Jiali panted slightly, layers of hoarfrost were knotted on his messy long hair, and his shirtless body was also covered with a set of black tight-fitting leather clothes, although the warmth effect was not good, but Ming Jiali was strong and strong, and he had a strong and surging true qi body, so the cold air of more than minus 30 degrees could not affect him too much.

It's a very dilapidated street, in the middle of nowhere, and there are many snow-covered steel cars and motorcycles parked on the road, but these motor vehicles have long been scrapped......

On both sides are the houses of decades ago, very old, the walls are covered with traces of time, and you can vaguely see that many houses are old-fashioned yards, and a large number of trees and rattans are planted in the yards, but unfortunately most of those trees and rattans are frozen to death and withered, either covered by snow, or yellow and wrinkled. The previous vitality has been dissipated......

This......

Where is this?

Ming Jiali was stunned, and a vague sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.

He closed his eyes, and some messy memories flashed through his mind, and he saw a little furry boy who looked a little like himself playing on this dilapidated street...... I also saw the majestic and loving parents, as well as the grandparents with a childish face, right. There are also two younger siblings with snot in tow......

Mingali just wanted to see these fragments of memories clearly, but there was a stabbing pain like a knife in his mind, causing him to let out a low wail. Holding his head in pain again, he took several deep breaths before he calmed down.

Perhaps, the trauma to the brain is too difficult to deal with. So much so that every time he recalls his previous memories, Mingali always stings in his head......

Mingali didn't know that this was where he grew up as a child.

The old house of his grandparents is located here, and Mingjiali has lived here with his grandparents since he was a child, and even Li Jiayu and Li Banyue lived here when they were very young.

It's a pity that on the first day of the apocalypse, Yongcheng also broke out with a deadly insect tide, tens of thousands of red beetles, sickle beetles and beetles were killing all over the world, grandparents and grandmothers, and Li Jiamin's parents. There are also some chaotic relatives who have also died in the belly of the worm, and there are no bones left......

The only survivor of the Li family is Li Donglin's family, and there are only a few of them, and the other three aunts and six mothers-in-law have become a thing of the past......

So. Nuoda's old mansion was also abandoned, and even if Li Jiayu later shook Yongcheng, he didn't bother to get back this old mansion and let it go.

Today, the old houses on this dilapidated street have become shelters for a large group of refugees, and the old house of the Li family is crowded with more than 50 people. Most of them are poor people who fled from the rest of the cities in Tiannan Province, migrant workers, teachers, rich people, beggars, salesmen, civil servants, and wage earners, gathering all kinds of occupations, and even living in a former high-ranking department-level official, but it is a pity that the department-level who once called for wind and rain lives like a poor worm here......

The streets were deserted and desolate, and there was not a single person in sight.

Yes, it's freezing cold, and the cold wind can almost freeze ordinary people into ice sculptures, who will run out to get cold?

"Crunch"

At this moment, the wooden door of the Li family's old mansion was pushed open, and the cold wind blew into the door, and more than a dozen men wearing thick clothes shrank out.

The dozen or so men were all yellow-skinned, their lips were blue, and their steps were even more vain, apparently they had been hungry for a while......

Although the clothes they wore were very thick, they were not warm, not to mention the traditional down jackets, even the cotton sweaters were pitiful, they were all dressed made of ordinary fabrics, and one was even more exaggerated, wearing more than a dozen shabby shirts, and two short sleeves on their heads were used as hats and scarves......

In times of peace, such a dress would definitely make people laugh to death, but now it is all too common, and many people in the slums use summer clothes to protect themselves from the cold, and it is only to blame that this damn apocalypse has caused the climate to be chaotic, not only can you not see the sun, but even the temperature is so horribly low.

You must know that Yongcheng is located in the extreme south, subtropical, has not snowed for decades, even in the cold winter of Layue in previous years, the temperature rarely drops below zero, naturally, there are very few heavy clothes in Yongcheng to keep out the cold, even if there are not many, hundreds of thousands of sets of relative to seven million refugees, there is undoubtedly more monks and less porridge.

"Uh...... That one...... Hello ......."

Ming Jiali greeted the dozen or so men in a curt, and he wanted to ask what kind of place this was, because he instinctively felt a strange affection for the Li family's old mansion.

"Little brother, I'm sorry......"

A middle-aged man led by him has sunken eyes, a Chinese face, a rather rough outline, and is wearing a dark green old guard coat, judging from his accent and face, he does not look like a person from Tiannan Province, but a person from the Northeast.

"We can't contain you...... This old house is only more than 100 square meters, but there are more than 50 people living in it, and it is already overloaded and crowded anymore......"

The middle-aged man explained euphemistically.

He saw that Mingjiali had a bitter face and a head full of hoarfrost, and subconsciously thought that Mingjiali was also a homeless bitter man, looking for a place to stay, and deliberately wanted to live in this old mansion.

For this kind of wanderer, middle-aged people have seen too much, although homeless wanderers will definitely be frozen to death in such a cold day, but middle-aged people must harden their hearts and refuse...... After all, he was also poor and in an embarrassing situation, and he had long since lost the slightest ability to help others.

"No, it's not...... The second fool just wants to ask what kind of place this is......" Ming Jiali smiled shyly, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth at the middle-aged man with a cold face.

"This is Nanning Street in Dongxing District, south of the city, which is very remote, and it is already a building complex in the seventies of the last century...... Perhaps, you should not come to this kind of poor kiln to beg, but you should join the army, look at your muscles, strong as an ox, you should be able to have a good treatment in the army, at least you have no worries about food and clothing......"

The middle-aged man nodded at Ming Jiali, and then took a step forward and took a dozen men behind him to do business.

"No, it's not, the second fool has already joined the army...... Ming Jiali hurriedly explained, and stammered again: "Where are you going?" Such a cold weather ......"

"Go forage."

The middle-aged man opened his lips, spewed out a mouthful of white mist in the cold air, said this sentence simply and straightforwardly, and then glanced up and down at Ming Jiali, and nodded secretly, if Ming Jiali is really a soldier and not a poor wanderer, he can also make friends a little, but this young man looks stupid, I'm afraid it has no use value, right?

"Foraging? Ah, no, isn't food delivered every day in the army, Haitang told Ersil that every registered adult can get four steamed buns, and children get two steamed buns, and sometimes the army will distribute some sweet potatoes, taro, and potatoes, although they are very few, but at least they can ensure that millions of people will not starve to death......"

Ming Jiali snorted and said slowly, since joining the warrior battalion, he no longer has to worry about food, with the status of a third-level low-level inheritor, the army will provide him with a large amount of rice and meat buns every day, enough for him to eat enough, and he has gradually forgotten how hard the hard life of the majority of refugees is, and he has to suffer from cold and hunger every day and night.

"Heh, you don't know the dark ...... in this" The middle-aged man shook his head, the thick dark eyebrows on his face were constricted together, and he sneered: "The magic plants brought back by Major General Li Jiayu can indeed produce a large amount of food, but if you want to produce food, you must consume the flesh and blood of the monster's corpse, the insect crystal demon core, so as to quickly promote the generation and ripening of energy...... However, in the past ten days, there have been a lot fewer bugs attacking the city than before, which means that the flesh and blood of the monster corpses harvested have decreased dramatically, and the food produced is naturally much less......"

"No, I remember that in the siege battle ten days ago, I harvested a lot of corpses of demon turtles and tentacle monsters......" Ming Jiali scratched the back of his head.

"Heh, think simply, listen to some insiders say that the corpse of the tentacle monster contains a poison that is difficult to purify, and cannot be used as a fertilizer ......" The middle-aged man glanced at Ming Jiali with complicated eyes, and suddenly the words changed: "What's more, the distribution of food is in the hands of the army...... There are many of them who are tired of it, and the officers who distribute the grain are also selfish, and it is good to deduct a little, but even if it is a case of deducting more than half of it, it is not uncommon...... Everyone wants to be fed, no one wants to starve and hang their poor lives with steamed buns, and those officers who fill their own pockets will resell the grain they have withheld and make a profit......"

"W-How is this possible...... The people in the warrior camp are very good......" Mingari was amazed, with his poor intelligence, he naturally couldn't understand the darkness of the human heart.

"What a fart!"

The middle-aged man snorted, the muscles on his cheeks squirmed, obviously clenched his teeth, and said fiercely:

"A few days ago, the army also distributed two or three steamed buns to each of us every day, but in the past two or three days, the officers in charge of this area directly did not come to distribute food, depending on the situation, they completely ignored our life or death, I received a grapevine that the group of soldiers sold the grain that should have been given to us to the black market!" (To be continued)

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