There was still the last rays of the sun on the horizon, but the light had dimmed significantly, and the survivors of the work gradually returned to the well to scoop water and wash it.

The old lady on the watchtower had already come down, she was not very agile and could not do heavy work, so she took on the task of watchout every day, sat on the tower and knitted sweaters, and looked around from time to time.

The gate of the courtyard was wide open, and several people ran out, and after a while, they came back with two manpower trucks full of miscellaneous items.

"Downton, Kingsley, welcome back!"

Corleone hugged a man and a woman: "How's today's harvest?"

"It's better than yesterday, you said you wanted to get more gasoline to come back, we put oil one car at a time, wasted a lot of time, and the oil was not very good. ”

Downton was in his thirties, his beard was cleanly shaved, his face was gray, and he had a mature and steady bearing. He shook his head and lifted a few oil drums from the tricycle.

"The weather is getting cooler, we brought a few quilts, Vivien Leigh is about to give birth, these quilts for her. ”

A young woman patted the tricycle.

She is Kingsley, another hypothermia, with heavy makeup on her face, covering her gray face and purple and black lips, with a rich fragrance, all of which are top brands, before the apocalypse, she couldn't even think of it, but now it is in the city, let her take it.

"It will be given to her, after all, it is the first child after the catastrophe!"

Colleone nodded, sorting two truckloads of supplies, one for the survivors and one for storage.

Ke Mingde stood aside and exchanged a few words with the little boy Dolly on the side, clarifying the situation in front of him.

Hypothermia is an incurable disease, and after being infected with hypothermia, they will inevitably turn into zombies, and before they become zombies, they have about half a month.

At this time, they lose their body temperature and their hearts stop, but they still have the ability to think and act, except for the temperature, and like a living person, they can be counted as half-dead.

Perhaps for this reason, hypothermia patients are not easily detected by zombies, and the activities of zombies during the day will be suppressed, so they can use this characteristic to infiltrate dangerous cities, find all useful resources, bring shelters, and delay the demise of human beings.

Dolly said, his eyes full of gratitude, Downton and Kingsley, in the last few days of their lives, overcoming the fear of zombies and finding hope for the survivors.

"Amazing!" Ke Mingde sincerely admired.

Ordinary people face this situation, knowing that their death is just around the corner, under pressure and fear, they are likely to go crazy, do irrational things, harm others and themselves, and maybe have the idea of "after I die, then he will be flooded", recklessly, these two people can do this step, can be regarded as moral models.

"Today we welcomed a newcomer, and it just so happens that you have brought back some wine, and we will have a drinking party later!"

Corleone closed the door, locked it with chains, and clapped his hands.

"yes, I'm going to drink too!" exclaimed Dolly.

"Be quiet, Dolly, be careful to bring in zombies, and you're not old, you can't drink!" Downton grimaced at him

"Welcome! We're more confident we'll survive! What do you call it?"

Downton shook hands with Ke Mingde.

"Ke Mingde, who used to be an electrical engineer, is good at maintenance!"

Ke Mingde introduced himself, he didn't know the consequences of the apocalypse before, and drove over rashly, knowing that all the precision electrical appliances were damaged, and he had to find an excuse for the RV.

"This is my companion Thor, who grows big and eats little, and is smart and tame enough to keep vigil. ”

With excuses and psychic spells, the survivors quickly accepted one man and one bear.

The sudden arrival of the apocalyptic cataclysm destroyed all production activities, but due to the sharp decline in the population, the food saved in peacetime was enough for the survivors to use for several years, but it was stored in the granaries of the towns, which were difficult to access, and the food in the survivors' camps was not abundant.

Therefore, the dinner was very simple, the stove built by the gasoline blowtorch quickly boiled a large pot of boiling water, poured in some ingredients, and boiled a pot of mush.

The chef was a plump woman, somewhat senile in color, about fifty years old, grabbing a handful of washed leaves and throwing them into the pot.

"This is Aunt Polai, she weighed twice as much last year as she is now!"

Corleone introduced the rest of the survivors to Komünder one by one: "Aunt Poley used to be a horse racing nutritionist, and now she feeds us more than forty people, thanks to her, we can eat delicious food!"

The survivors have a clear division of labor, and they eat a big pot of rice, which is a technical job, and Aunt Polai has improved it several times and developed various rice dishes, enriching their apocalyptic life.

"Oh! I've been wandering outside alone for so long, I must not be able to eat well, so I'll give you more and make this place your home!"

Polley scooped up the bottom of the pot with a large spoon, filled a spoonful of gnocchi, and poured a spoonful of green cabbage leaves on top!

"It tastes so good! Thank you, Aunt Poley!"

Ke Mingde felt the enthusiasm of everyone and tasted the hot gnocchi soup.

The gnocchi is tendony, and the leaves are soft, but the taste is a little bland.

"It's a good day, why don't you put more salt in the warehouse, there's a lot of salt in the warehouse!" Coleone complained.

"Although there is a lot of salt, there will be a day when it will be eaten, and we are not on the coast, nor do we have salt mines, and we have no transportation here, so we must save some money! Besides, according to scientific measurements, I put just the right amount of salt!" Pollay defended.

"That's the amount we used before the cataclysm, and now that we're doing so much work, we deserve more salt!" Collion sighed, muttering a few more words.

It was already dark, and a few petrol lamps lit up the courtyard.

"By the way, I've got some fresh fruit in the car, Thor, take it out and give it to everyone!"

Ke Mingde suddenly remembered and asked Thor to bring out a large box of fruit.

This is a snack on the Tor Road, there are mangoes, sugar cane, mulberries, plums, watermelons and apples, all kinds of fruits are available in the north and south of the river, and in its space, there is also a basket of fresh and tender bamboo shoots.

"Oh my God!

By the light of the gasoline lamps, the crowd salivated, and God knows how long it had been since they had tasted fresh melons and fruits.

The crowd swallowed, but no one reached for it first.

"It's not much, let's taste a little bit by ourselves, while it's still fresh!"

Ke Mingde distributed the fruits one by one to everyone.

"This round glycoside fruit looks so strange, is it mutated!"

Corone wiped the red apple in his hand and took a bite: "It's so fragrant!

"Where did you pick it, the fruit shouldn't be ripe at this time!" Corleone savored the fruit.

"An orchard on the road, it looks very strange, pick some of it, it is non-toxic, and the taste is very good. ”

Ke Mingde casually arranged a reasonable origin for these plants from the earth and other worlds.

"It should be a mutated plant, and it is rare to be able to mutate such a good taste!"

Corleone took a bite of the pit and spit it in his hand.

"Let's leave the seeds after eating and see if we can plant them!"

He shouted.

"These are all plants that have been modified by genetic engineering, grafting and other means, and the seeds can be planted, and there is no such good effect!" Ke Mingde said in his heart.

"But I have all kinds of original seeds in my library that can be printed out for the benefit of the world, as long as they don't cause biological invasions!"