Wang Lu still remembers the first time he went to buy sanitary napkins for Chen Wei.

It was when the two were in love, at that time, looking at Chen Wei's frowning brows, he was looking for Wang Lu, who was looking for a sycophant, and immediately volunteered to buy sanitary napkins.

Wang Lu remembered that when he arrived at the store, he dodged in front of the small shop owner, and asked quickly and vaguely: "Hushu Bao has a war?" The boss didn't know if he really didn't hear it clearly, or if it was deliberate, so he asked loudly: "What do you want?" Hushubao? Sanitary towel? In front of the girls next to him, Wang Lu would only nod. Then he quickly stuffed the small bag that the boss threw on the counter into his pocket, and when he returned to Chen Wei's bedroom, Chen Wei complained: "I told you that I wanted the night shape not to be thickened, how did I take the thickened one." -- Wang Lu never understood, what's wrong with thickening, thicker, not softer, the cost is higher.

When you get married, it's different.

Wang Luhui stood in front of the whole row of shelves in the supermarket, touched around, and carefully weighed whether it was a cost-effective oversized bag, or a small package, and after picking for a long time, he found that Hushubao was promoting, and each pack of napkins was delivered, and he immediately threw a few packs into the shopping cart. Then, he threw down the "perverted" eyes of the sisters next to him and left in a hurry.

Sanitary napkins, but women's friends.

What is missing, there is nothing to be done with it.

In the dark night, Chen Wei blushed and said in a low voice: "It's not much now, barely use a pair of underwear-"

Although Wang Lu had heard that before the reform and opening up in the last century, women were still making their own sanitary napkins from cloth.

But the girls who are accustomed to all kinds of soft and intimate pieces of paper in modern society are already in a bad physiological mood when "that one came", and then they said that they wanted DIY sanitary napkins, and they had to explode.

Wang Lu made up his mind: "I will go to the town tomorrow." ”

A new day has arrived.

Say goodbye to Chen Wei and appease Wang Bi'an - the little guy has been clamoring to go with his father. Sao Nian, when you grow up, there will always be a day when you will buy sanitary napkins - Wang Lu went down the mountain.

With bare hands.

Wang Lu did not bring a hoe.

This is not a field battle, this is an urban street battle, and even the US imperialists, who are armed to the teeth with high technology, take the street battles that the Taliban Atubo did not recruit

Holding the long weapon of the hoe, it's not that he doesn't think he died fast enough.

Under Yashan, there are two roads leading to Yinjiang Town.

One is a mountain road, which bypasses the town on the left side, next to the newly developed community called Shanshui Homestead and the town health center.

There is also a road that runs through the town.

Wang Lu decided to go through the town road, and the town's shophouses were on both sides of this road.

One way is to go down the road, go straight into town, find the nearest grocery store, grab the sanitary napkin as quickly as possible—oh, and toilet paper.

It's like the fool in "Crazy Stone" said, "Run, grab it, run." ”

But this method, 99 percent, will attract a large number of zombies, following Wang Lu's ass all the way to Yashan.

This is not Wang Lu's style.

In the past, playing the Allied death squad, Wang Lu's best skill was to take a dagger, hide in the shadow of the house, stab people one by one, slowly gnaw from the corner, conquer one house after another, and take the road of the countryside surrounding the city.

This attack on Yinjiang Town is also the same method -- besides, sanitary napkins are not only available in grocery stores.

Yinjiang Town, the entrance of the highway into the town, by the river, there is a common two-story small building in the countryside south of the Yangtze River.

Tin doors, low walls, solar water heaters on the roof, and mosaics on the exterior walls.

The use of mosaics, instead of wall tiles, indicates that the house is a bit old.

This is almost the style of the 20th century, and after 2000, mosaics were no longer popular in the countryside of Jiangnan.

The old house is good, and most of the people living in the old house are old people.

Old people, old zombies, are always easier to deal with than young zombies.

Wang Lu climbed up the wall by the shelf of a trolley leaning against the outer wall, but fortunately, the family did not habitually insert broken glass on the edge of the wall, otherwise, Fei Wang Lu would have to turn his hands and feet.

Wang Lu rode on the wall and did not immediately jump into the courtyard.

Instead, he took a stone and threw it at the window.

There was a crisp sound, and the stone smashed through the glass and fell indoors.

This is no ordinary stone.

Its surface was smeared with the blood that Wang Lu squeezed out of his fingertips.

Definitely a zombie favorite. ,

Wang Lu waited.

If there are zombies in the house, they will definitely pounce on the bloodstones.

At this time, he could only run over the wall - and lost some blood.

Wang Lu waited patiently, and the room was quiet.

Tom, Wang Lu jumped off the wall.

He first turned around and opened the iron door of the outer wall to ensure the safety of the retreat, and then turned around and walked towards the small building.

The doorknob, with a twist, opened.

It is the habit of rural people to lock the outer wall and not lock the inner door.

Unless the whole family is out of the house.

Wang Lu hesitated, which means that there are people in the house!

Do you turn around and go, or move on? Perhaps, just scare yourself.

Wang Lu looked up at a window with broken glass next to him, which was the room of the bloodstone that he had smashed into.

Still nothing.

It should be fine—right?

Wang Lu made up his mind and pushed the door.

Squeak--quack, a long sound.

The door opened.

Wang Lu tiptoed to the door, only took two steps, turned around suddenly, threw off his arms and was about to run.

The living room is also the usual dining room in the countryside, and in the center, there is a zombie!

But Wang Lu soon saw that it was a dead zombie.

Dead can't be dead anymore. The head, cut off by the neck, rolled down beside the corpse.

The beheading weapon rested on the terrazzo floor, a woodcutter with a hooked mouth.

In the hands of a farmer who has made a familiar hand, he can cut down the green oka tree with the thickness of the wine cup with a single sword.

Very accurate, very crisp and neat knife.

Only one knife.

There are no other scars on the zombie's body.

The person who slashed this knife was so bold that he almost waved it against a zombie.

Wang Lu admits that he doesn't have the guts, nor does he have the strength.

He carefully identified it again, it was an old woman zombie, and before his death, he should have been in his 60s.

With the thin, small, shriveled figure that rural women are accustomed to.

It should be the original owner of this small building.

Wang Lu hurriedly glanced at the living room, TV, DVD player, digital set-top box, a multi-function speaker with a large plastic speaker and a complex console surface, and an air-conditioned indoor unit hanging on the wall.

Very nice family background.

Maybe there are children working outside the home.

Wang Lu walked to the back room, in front of the stairs, turned right, and sure enough, it was the kitchen.

The kitchen is a combination of old and new, with an earthen stove, a gas cylinder, a gas stove, a refrigerator, a rice cooker, and a microwave oven.

Wang Lu didn't go through the refrigerator - it was strange that the contents of the refrigerator could be eaten after the electricity had been cut off for such a long time.

He has found the target.

Wang Lu strode towards a water tank next to the wood stove, which was covered with a wooden lid and pressed with a stone.

Remove the stones and lift the wooden cover.

Wang Lu let out a low cheer.

Pickles, pickles made by the farmers themselves.

Wang Lu couldn't wait to pull a pickle and stuff it into his mouth.

Marinated to the right time, sour, salty, and immediately a puddle of saliva came out of the mouth.

You've found something good.

This is many times safer and more delicious than the nitrite-soaked pickles made in the factory.

Wang Lu tossed and turned in the kitchen, using the plastic bag he found to fill several pickles, swept the oil, salt, sugar, soy sauce, rice vinegar, and even garlic, and picked off the bacon and sausages hanging on the stove.

Putting a bag full of bags in the kitchen, Wang Lu didn't rush to go, clapped his hands, walked out of the kitchen, and walked to the left side of the stairs.

On the left side is a firewood house, and the stones that were just thrown in fell to the ground.

Next to the firewood room, there is a bathroom.

Wang Lu almost rushed into the bathroom.

At a glance, he found what he was looking for—two rolls of toilet paper resting on the toilet.

White, soft and thick toilet paper.

But there are no sanitary napkins.

Wang Lu scratched his head, this is expected, the zombie lady outside has long passed the age of using sanitary napkins.

If you really can't do it, just use toilet paper to top it. I think Chen Wei can also understand, it is very important and caring to protect Shubao, and her husband is also very important and caring.

You can't let your husband fight for his life in order to protect Shubao.