"Edamame, broad beans, tomatoes, cocoons, and watermelon!"

Every time Chen Wei reported a name, Wang Lu and Wang Bi'an, who were standing next to her, swallowed their saliva.

Wang Bian couldn't help it at first and jumped up: "I want to eat watermelon!" ”

Chen Wei smiled and put down the binoculars: "Fun with you, Yashan is so far away from the farmland, you can also recognize which is a rice field and which is a vegetable field, how can you tell the difference between edamame and broad beans." ”

Seeing that the father and son around her collapsed their faces together, Chen Wei narrowed her eyes and said in a long voice: "However, it is true that there are watermelons, just by the Yinjiang River, there is such a big piece, and there are round big watermelons everywhere!" ”

Wang Bi'an shouted: "I want to eat!" ”

It is not only Wang Bi'an who wants to eat watermelon, Wang Lu and Chen Wei are also eager for fresh vegetables and fruits.

When the refrigerator is powered off, vegetables and fruits are the first to rot. The family hasn't tasted a touch of green for almost a month.

Even Wang Bi'an, who has no meat and no joy, drools when he talks about green vegetables.

In front of the Dragon King Temple on the top of the cliff, close to the cliff, facing the Yinjiang River, there is a flat land.

A rough and well-groomed piece of land, crushed with sand and broken masonry, seems to have been intended to build a small plaza or platform here.

Wang Lu, Chen Wei, and Wang Bi'an's family were standing on the edge of the platform, looking below.

The scenery is beautiful, the Yinjiang River flows slowly at the foot of the mountain, and under the sunlight, it exudes fine waves.

Across the Yinjiang River, it is a whole piece of fertile land that you can't see at a glance.

It is not for nothing that the people of the Tang Dynasty built its mountain weir here, Wang Lu remembered that the relevant information said that it could irrigate 240,000 acres of farmland in seven surrounding townships.

Of course, Wang Lu did not sweep the "ambition" of swallowing 240,000 acres of fertile land, just kidding, this is not playing the Three Kingdoms, what to do with such many fields, but it is still necessary to control the fertile fields around Yashan.

I have to say that men have the violent factor of expanding the territory flowing in their blood, even if Wang Lu has a fat belly, it can't stop him from nagging to Chen Wei on the second day after he arrived at Yashan, and he wants to "recover" the farmland in front of Yashan and around the Yinjiang River.

After eating and drinking, the family squeezed into the manager's small bed, slept until dawn, and after waking up, they ate porridge cooked in a large pot on a firewood stove.

Chen Wei didn't think there was anything strange.

The family came to Yashan after twists and turns, not to eat and wait for death, if this is the case, it is better to stay in Sunshine City. Let the whole family live in the Resident Acid Realm, live better, let Wang Bi'an grow up healthily, and even, create conditions for reproduction of the next generation. That's what the family is striving for.

Chen Wei remembered that Wang Lu once said to her passionately one day:

"Zombies are nothing to be afraid of, they are destined to die because they can't give birth!"

"Of course, creating new zombies through infection is not fertility and is unsustainable."

"The way zombies create new zombies by infecting them is actually a dead end. Zombies feed on living people, and after the living people are eaten, they will become new zombies, and one day, zombies will not be able to capture new living people, and they are surrounded by zombies created by their own infection. ”

"Although I don't know how long the zombies can live without eating, without food, extinction is only a matter of time."

"In fact, the best way for humans to resist zombies is for the remaining living people to find a large isolated island to live on, and then wait for the zombies in the whole world to slowly starve to death."

"So without the next generation, there is no tomorrow for zombies."

Of course, this is just Wang Lu's occasional naïve idea, waiting for the zombies to starve to death, it's just a bad idea, to starve to death, and the living die earlier and faster than the zombies.

Without production, famine will come sooner than imagined.

Looking through ancient Chinese history, large-scale wars often cause fields to be abandoned, followed by terrible famines, and the cold words that weigh more than a thousand catties such as Yizi and eating.

The fields are to be tended for.

The ancient adage that a grain of grain breaks eight beads of sweat makes sense.

No one farmed, and the footsteps of the Great Famine were already ringing outside the door.

Even if the population is greatly reduced due to the biochemical virus, and the food stock can be sustained for a longer time, there is still a crisis.

The high yield of modern farmland is based on the large-scale application of improved seeds, fertilizers, pesticides and agricultural machinery. ,

Without these golden fingers, revert to fertilizing with human manure and farming with hoes, and God knows how much you can harvest.

The Northeast Jin Dynasty is a living example. The same people, the same fields, but every year there is a great famine.

Therefore, you have to farm, fight zombies, grit your teeth, and not relax in order to survive.

Better to live.

Regarding Wang Lu's idea of going down the mountain to farm, Chen Wei strongly supported: "You go, Wang Bi'an and I are in charge of the house." ”

Wang Lu is very satisfied, this is a real good woman.

However, it is not so easy to go down the mountain and farm.

It is said that it is "seed", and at this stage, its practical word "harvest" is more accurate.

It's summer, and it's long past the time to sow seeds, and the rice is growing vigorously, and after a while, it should be ripe.

All kinds of vegetables are also the best time to grow, and when it rains, you can hang a batch of fruits and long leaves.

It's a waste, it's a waste of red fruit.

Some of these good vegetables and fruits crack and rot under the sun, and some are bitten by insects and deteriorate.

To harvest, to store, and even to find a way, carefully leave good seeds, ready to plant again next year.

Chen Wei took the telescope to look at the farmland under the cliff mountain, which is to distinguish which vegetables and fruits can be harvested and picked.

This kind of thing can only be done by Chen Wei, a person from a peasant family.

Wang Lu's knowledge of vegetables is limited to the stalls in the vegetable market.

This thing doesn't even know that the white is grown in the water!

The family stood on the platform, pointed and pondered the continuous farmland at the bottom of the mountain for a while, and finally decided to go down the mountain to pick some vegetables, tomatoes, and watermelons first.

Improve your food.

After making a decision, Wang Lu nodded at a faint black spot in the farmland: "You have to kill it first." ”

In the telescope, the black dot became more recognizable, wearing a straw hat, a camouflage uniform, and a hoe in his hand.

It was a farmer - a zombie.

Farmer, mountain spring, a little field.

It's no wonder that there are no farmers in this field.

The peasants of the Celestial Empire are the most industrious, and they can produce fields in the Arabian Desert, and there are naturally farmers who take care of such good fields by the Yinjiang River.

The appearance of the farmer zombie is logical.

"I've got my weapons with me." Wang Lu muttered, hoes are also weapons, can zombies use hoes?

This is really unknown to anyone.

In all film and television dramas, it seems that zombies do not use tools except for their own bodies.

However, with a hoe, the farmer's uncle could not be more skilled, and it was simply a part of his own body.

If a zombie instinctively wields a hoe, it might be.

Wang Lu collapsed his face, hand-to-hand zombies are difficult enough to deal with, this increases equipment, zombies with long weapons, what's the matter, it's a small BOOS.

God is pitiful, don't you just want to eat a mouthful of vegetables, don't bring such torture.

Wang Lu didn't want to, when he was pouting his ass and pulling the turnip, a farmer zombie jumped up behind him and gnawed himself as a turnip.