Volume 1 Section 32 Laziness
Su Hao didn't speak.
Although he did not live in the era of civilized order, he had seen many films, television and literature about this period in computer materials. How to say it! A lot of people are busy trying to show their worth. Salary, salary, house, especially the manufacture of the latter type of reinforced concrete structure, are simply the best embodiment of value and ability in this era. Sometimes it seems ridiculous to think about itββββ human beings conquered nature, settled, built cities, and then pointed the finger at their own kind, and the big people used various methods to get rid of the last copper plate in the pockets of the little people, so as to create the so-called "economic glory".
Looking at the middle-aged man squatting next to him, Su Hao's eyes were a little complicated.
"What's your name?"
He didn't know the name of the other party.
"My surname is Chen, Chen Kun."
The middle-aged man's voice was flat.
"I remember you said you had a son. Well, how old is it? β
Su Hao tried his best to find suitable topics.
"Thirteen years old, living in Guangzhou with my wife."
Chen Kun cleared his throat and looked away unnaturally, but Su Hao still caught a glimpse of the gloom and pain flickering in his eyes: "To be precise, it should be our ex-wife who is divorced." β
"Tell me about your son!"
Su Hao grabbed a rag and wiped his hands, took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out two and handed them over: "How is he?" β
Chen Kun was silent for a while, with a nostalgic smile on his face: "He looks like me, he goes to a key middle school over there, and his grades are good." β
"You must be proud of him."
"He comes back to see me every summer. Speaking of divorce, she is a good woman, and if I hadn't drunk so much and socialized so much before, things wouldn't have been as out of control as they were later. She gave me the last chance ββββ five years, and if I could become what I was when I first met her, it would be a reunion. Now"
He crumpled the cigarette between his fingers, sniffled vigorously, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.
Su Hao looked at him with pity and said calmly and sincerely, "At least, you are still alive." β
"I don't know how long I can last."
Chen Kun shook his head indifferently: "Many people have died, and most of those who have not died have become monsters. In comparison, life is a bit abnormal. Perhaps, I should learn from the woman who jumped off the cliff and find a comfortable way to die. β
Su Hao did not persuade, nor did he get angry. He pondered Chen Kun's words, unwilling to agree with the other party's statement, but he couldn't find any reason to refute it. The two of them sat silently until a few women who helped the cook came out of the makeshift shed, waved vigorously at the construction site, and motioned for the busy people to come over for dinner.
"Maybe one day, you'll find out that you're wrong."
He stood up and said calmly: "The dead know nothing, and only by living can they see the future." Maybe you'll see your son again. β
Chen Kun's body trembled slightly, his eyes were still confused, but there was something else.
"For now, we have to eat before we have the energy to talk about anything else."
Su Hao smiled and stretched out his right hand
The cafeteria is a shack made of wood and tarpaulin. Firewood burns in the clay stove made of stones, the rice in the steamer is piled up, and the rice soup in the pot is thick. In the other pot, slices of cured meat are neatly stacked, shiny and fragrant.
The table made of coarse wood is rudimentary, but sturdy. The two basins are filled with freshly fried water celery, and the tender green leaves are mixed with red peppers, which looks very appetizing. In the hot season, plants grow luxuriantly, there are many wild plants in the depressions and mountains, and there are even many delicious mushrooms in the pine forests after the rain. All people need to do is pick them up, wash them, and fry them.
Su Hao was in charge, and he first filled a large lunch box, and then put a thick stack of cured meat and stir-fried vegetables. A woman who helped with the cooking next to her hurriedly took it and trotted it to Tao Yuan, who was standing on the brick stack in the distance and was in charge of guarding.
The amount of food was enough for everyone to eat, and no one objected to Su Hao or Tao Yuan's move to take the first mealββββ they worked more than anyone else, and they did much more work than others. Although there is a little bit of intimacy in it, it seems fair on the surface. After all, except for the core members of the team, no one knew the specific effect of the silver bones in the corpse, nor did they have the concept of strengthening people.
People lined up, holding their own dishes and chopsticks, and walked to the wooden tables one by one to wait for the food to be distributed. They don't need to talk too much, they all know the rules. The atmosphere was not warm, nor was it as dull as expected.
A middle-aged man wearing a shirt and a rather elegant temperament walked to the table in order, smiling and handing over the lunch box. Behind him were five or six men and women of similar age. They seemed to have known each other and were talking and laughing, in stark contrast to the slightly dull crowd around them.
Su Hao put down the iron spoon in his hand, glanced at the man standing in front of him, raised his left hand, pointed at the other party with his fingers, and said slowly: "You, you, you, and a few of you, all get out of the way for me." β
His words were not finished, but the implication was very obvious. As long as your head hasn't been gnawed by zombies, you can understand it.
The middle-aged man with the empty lunch box had a slightly stiff face. This change was like a virus, and it immediately infected the other people behind him who were pointed out by Su Hao. They stayed for a few seconds, and then erupted like a volcano.
"Why don't you give us food?"
"Why is this happening?"
"You didn't make this meal, we all have a share."
The men were so angry that they gathered around and shouted angrily across the table.
Su Hao covered the steamer with the lid of the pot to block the saliva that was splashing from those mouths. He looked at the men and said calmly, "I am very democratic and principled. I'd like to ask a few questionsββββ where were you at that time when you worked from eight to twelve o'clock in the morning? Where are you when the trucks need to be unloaded? Where were you when you poured concrete on the foundation? β
The shouting gradually became low, and the people around the table were still angry, but they did not continue to shout as they did just now, and no one answered the question raised by Su Hao. The other team members at the back of the team were waiting impatiently, so they stepped in and asked Su Hao to continue distributing the meals, while whispering to each other.
"They stayed in the tent and slept until 10 o'clock and didn't get up."
"They barely did anything these days, either got together to play cards or chatted. Didn't help with cooking, and didn't participate in labor. Lao Zhang kindly went over to remind them this morning, and was ridiculed by the guy in charge, saying something like "dog sex and servility are innate"
"This kind of person deserves to have nothing to eat. Even if you are not bitten to death by zombies, you will be starved to death. β
The volume from the surroundings gradually became louder, and the people who were eating or cooking clearly did not have the consciousness to speak quietly. They squatted or sit, if they weren't standing next to them and burying their heads in eating, pricking up their ears to listen to other people's discussions, and from time to time they would join in to express a few personal opinions. The core content is nothing more than the meaning of "there is a reward for paying" and "no hard work". They looked at the men standing at the wooden table with interest, their eyes full of sarcasm, indifference, ridicule, and contempt.
Soon, the line in front of the wooden table had come to an end. Su Hao filled the lunch box of the last person, gave enough marinated meat and vegetables as usual, lifted the steamer to the side, picked up his share of rice, walked to a stone and sat down, and while eating, he calmly looked at the middle-aged man standing at the front.
His eyes were full of anger and resentment, and the empty lunch box in his hand was clenched tightly, exuding majesty from top to bottom.
That's right, it is indeed majestic, unique to officials, and it is also the most basic momentum of superiors to subordinates.
Su Hao directly ignored the other party's threatening gaze. He didn't know that his plain and natural movements were simply naked contempt in the eyes of middle-aged men.
The scene was embarrassingββββ the steamers and vegetable pots on the wooden tables had been taken away, and everyone was eating, and no one objected to it except for the other five companions gathered around.
The middle-aged man's face was pale, he stared at Su Hao with resentment on his face, and the anger and humiliation made his gaze almost turn into a substantial knife, cutting off every piece of flesh on the young man's body.
After nearly three minutes of stalemate, he finally failed to make any moves, except to quickly glance over the people around the shed, clutched the empty lunch box, and walked towards the tent in the distance with heavy steps full of anger.
The other five men and women were hesitant, several of them with obvious anxious expressions on their faces, but still followed him.
The people who ate in the shacks did not say anything about it. When everything became cold and fell into complete silence, I don't know who was the first to laugh. Soon, more people burst out laughing, and it quickly turned into a loud laugh from everyone.
Su Hao was also laughing. He picked up a thick piece of cured meat with his chopsticks and chewed it vigorously.
He had many ways to deal with this matterββββ corporal punishment, reprimand, and even simply kill the group of people led by the middle-aged man, no matter what the method, no one would object.
In the coming era, these crude and brutal methods will work very well. People threatened by hunger and death need powerful and ruthless leaders. Now, however, this type of approach is likely to be offended by other team members. The reason is very simpleββββ the Dark Ages have just come, they have experienced the outbreak of the virus, and they have also seen the cruelty and madness of zombies with their own eyes, but the logic of thinking is still stuck in the age of civilization. Food, laziness, these things were not serious crimes enough to kill in their eyes, but at best they were defects of each person's character and identity. Wealth, status, and rank are in the minds of many people who retain a constant concept of these useless things. But in any case, civilian tolerance for those in power exists only in peacetime. In the chaotic and chaotic world, only strength is the foundation that determines and rules everything.
In the future, there is a saying among the civilians in the wilderness: "The meat of the officials is delicious." β
Because they're fat.
Among the core members, Su Hao is the undisputed team leader.
However, his status was not accepted by the other newly joined members.
Most of the people rescued from the bathing center are wealthy and have enviable property, status, and status. They are all self-centered in their subconscious, they know the relationship between zombies and viruses, but they can't eliminate the arrogance in their bones in a short time. Blindly suppressing the force will only make them disgusted, and instead of looking out of place, it is better to make the contradiction public, and use the fairest way to gain recognition and support.
Su Hao and all the core members are strong people, and they are not afraid of these people resisting. Newcomers will not be given weapons such as firearms without the approval of other core members. If there is really a large-scale group rebellion, even Li Xiaomei, who is the weakest among the core members, can kill them all.
In order to eliminate potential threats, no one other than the core members has received Su Hao's blood, let alone taking silver bones to strengthen it.
Su Hao needed enough manpower to complete the construction of the field camp before winter came. Therefore, he does not kill easily. He also believed that these people would not leave hastily because of some small thing after seeing the terrible apocalyptic landscape with their own eyes.
After all, staying here has something to eat, a place to live, and someone dedicated to guarding.
What needs to be paid is only ordinary labor.
Team cohesion is generated by time and life. Su Hao didn't dare to guarantee that every new member would be able to truly support him, but as long as the initial construction of the field camp was completed, they would at least have enough sense of identity.
Fair rewards and punishments are the foundation of maintaining the team.
But Su Hao didn't notice that when ββββ middle-aged man stood in front of the wooden table, his eyes always unconsciously scanned the pistol he was carrying at his waist
"Smackββββ
The two chopsticks were broken from the middle, and with the wooden thorns that had cracked from the fracture, they were thrown to the ground, and they stepped on one foot and trampled back and forth.
Li Yongxiang sat on the marching bed with a gloomy face, motionless and staring at the chopsticks under his feet. The empty lunch box was thrown on the ground next to it, and the smooth body of the box had cracked one after another due to the squeezing too hard.
He didn't like his life at all.
Cement, mortar, stones, rebar hell! These things should be the patent of migrant workers, why should they be assigned to Lao Tzu? Of course, wearing a hard hat and shoveling a few dirt in front of the camera, it is appropriate to put on a show. In the past, I did this kind of thing myself. But the problem is, now that you can't even receive a mobile phone signal, which TV station will send a reporter here to do an exclusive interview for yourself?
As an official at the level of deputy director, Li Yongxiang has arrogance and majesty that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. He didn't think there was anything wrong with this, he struggled for decades, paid unimaginable hardships for ordinary people, and gave up many things, including dignity, to really climb to his current position.
He also wanted to climb higher. This is not a fantasy or a fantasyββββ he is in talks with a multinational company about an investment, and if it is realized, this merit will be enough to take him to the next level.
The outbreak of the virus could not have come at a better time. If it weren't for the representative of the other company's stay in that bathing center the night before, Li Yongxiang would not have gone to that kind of place at that time. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: the representative of his honor had become a zombie, and he was held hostage by a gang of thugs, locked in a dark room, and almost eaten by them.
Very angry, but helpless.
Li Yongxiang once thought that Su Hao was a rescuer sent by the military or the police, but he was disappointed. Along the way from the city to this wilderness, he saw shocking horror scenes. The mountains of corpses he will never forget, and the zombies that hunt for food make him tremble with fear. However, two very different voices appeared in his head.
Reason said: "The world has changed in this world, give up unrealistic ideas and live honestly." β
The fantasy says: "It's all fake, the eyes are deceiving you." β
The former is evidenced by countless vivid examples.
The latter, however, is as wonderful as a mirage and is elusive. However, it occupied an increasing share of thinking in Li Yongxiang's mind, until it reached the last point, completely expelling reason.
He couldn't help it.
Believing in the former means that he has to give up a lot of things: status, rank, property, and interests, and he has struggled almost all his life to get these. Suddenly falling from the clouds and returning to the identity of ordinary people is simply the most terrible nightmare.
He would rather be bitten alive by a zombie than believe it was real.
Because of this strange and stubborn thinking, he was unwilling to follow Su Hao's instructions at all and changed his identity to become a construction worker in a field camp.
"What are we going to do? Why don't we help out in the afternoon? As long as he does, he should give us food for the evening. β
The woman next to her was a little timid and her voice was very small. She looked nervously at Li Yongxiang, who was full of cruelty, but she didn't know that the other party had already classified herself as the category of wall grass and was ready to abandon it at any time.
The woman was fat, weighing at least a hundred kilograms. If it weren't for being young enough, Li Yongxiang wouldn't have had an intimate relationship with her beyond friendship at all.
There are three other men and one woman in this small circle. Li Yongxiang didn't know if they had the same reasons for refusing to work as he did, but so far, they were the only ones they could woo.
"I'm getting out of here."
Li Yongxiang said bluntly: "That kid surnamed Su must be lying." Further north, there must be no chaos in Chengdu, Xi'an, and other cities in Beijing, and the military should be stationed outside the range where the virus has not yet reached. I don't believe that the entire world has become hell overnight. It's not scientific, and it doesn't make sense. β