But what are the new rules? At present, there seems to be only one, and whoever has the big fist has the final say. Hong Tao felt that he didn't understand this truth very thoroughly, so he was not qualified to tell others. Besides, if you don't understand it by the age of 6 or 7, it's superfluous to live.

This group is supposed to be the children of the homeless, and a large part of them were born after the outbreak of zombie disease. They had never seen the previous world at all, and they had been accustomed to this life of searching for supplies since they were sensible.

Loot the corpses of zombies, just to search for useful supplies on them. In fact, every zombie can be a small treasure trove of movement, such as cigarettes in the pocket of clothes, even if they have been kneaded into tobacco shreds.

If you can find candy and packaged medicine, or the battery in your phone, you can exchange it for a shopping voucher. Even if you only have a pair of reading glasses or myopia glasses, you can change a few full meals if you happen to be in a hurry.

"Return Nima to Salvation...... It's really a weasel, and a litter is not as good as a litter. The town so close hasn't been cleaned up in ten years, what are you doing all day! As the horses slowly walked out of the ruins of the city, Hong Tao looked back again, and silently lowered the ruler of the place in his heart.

Judging from the mobile phone map, this town is only 20 kilometers away from Huocheng and only more than 60 kilometers away from Yining, which must be regarded as a very core area. But after ten years, I can't figure out how to find zombies from a corner of a high-rise building.

Around noon, a larger city appeared at the end of the road, and the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased. There are walking, cycling, and horseback riding, dressed similarly, and there is not much feeling of eating people or space holes when they look at each other, which makes Hong Tao feel a lot more at ease.

It seems that the life of the homeless people here should be barely passable, why do you say that, you can roughly judge it by looking at the eyes of people. People who are desperate, people who are always hungry, look at people differently. This is also what Hong Tao has been running around for several years, seeing a lot of knowledge, and summing it up.

A short distance on the right side of the road, a train is steaming slowly past, and the carriages are full of coal. Coal mining is a people-intensive industry, especially when there is a lack of mechanized equipment, and it can only rely on people to planer with a pickaxe and a basket from the mine. It is certain that there will be hardships and tiredness, but it is also certain that it can feed many displaced people.

"It's okay to have a job for most people." Seeing the state of the displaced people near Huocheng, Hong Tao had a positive evaluation of the management ability of the redeemer.

After Huocheng, there was a sentry on the road to check, and I heard Hong Tao say that he was sending mutton to the Yining base, not only did he not deduct it, but he also sent a sentry to accompany him, as if they also knew about it.

Hong Tao didn't talk much to the sentry, his current identity is a minority herdsman, and he can't speak Chinese, so it's not appropriate to suddenly ask questions about the east and west. In fact, he can't ask why he can't ask why, he hasn't been here once, it's too strange, and it's best to talk less and watch more.

After walking through Huocheng for another 4 hours, I finally found the starting point of the coal train along the way. There was a small coal mine here, and many people were pushing carts out of the ravines to the north, piling black coal by the railway, and then loading it by another group of people.

From here, you don't need a telescope on a horse, and you can see a larger city to the east with more high-rise buildings. But further east there was a deep ditch, and there seemed to be a rather high mound of earth on the other side of the ditch.

How familiar is this thing, the Renaissance Alliance also dug similar trenches on the side of the fourth, third, and second ring roads, but it is not as large as here.

Sure enough, the sentry motioned for him not to go any further east, but to turn south, and then east after crossing the bridge. When crossing the bridge, Hong Tao found another clue, a section of the bridge across the river collapsed, and it was connected by logs and steel frames, and it seemed that only pedestrians and light vehicles could pass.

There was a very wide crack from the bridge head to the trench, and at this time Hong Tao understood a little that the ditch was not dug by people, and it was probably cracked by the earthquake. The location is just west of Yining City, extending north to the foot of the mountain, and connecting with the Ili River to the south, becoming a natural moat.

Yining, a city located on the north bank of the Ili River, was driven by Hong Tao in the old world and was very impressed. There is a clear difference between it and inland cities and most cities in Xinjiang Province, not urban planning and construction, nor scenery, but people.

The number of ethnic minorities in Yining is very large, and if you don't look at Chinese signs in the city, you will have the feeling of being in a city in Central Asia or even the Russian Far East, and the streets are full of strong women dressed and looking the same as Russian aunts.

Of course, there are also beautiful girls full of exotic customs, most of them are Kazakhs, Sikhs, Uzbeks and Russians, but there are not many Uyghurs.

However, this time Hong Tao was not allowed to enter the city, with the Ili River as the boundary, the north side of the river is the main base of the redeemers, and the south bank of the river is the settlement of displaced people, the scale is really not small, as far as the eye can see, there is an area of five or six square kilometers, just at the south end of the bridge across the river.

The sentinels entered from the west side of the ghetto, and the checks were strict, with most of the roads leading to the outside world blocked, barbed wire fences, and tall wooden towers built. After walking for more than a kilometer, more than half of the houses along the way collapsed or cracked, and it is clear that the magnitude of the earthquake in previous years was not low.

But as long as it is a relatively intact house, it is inhabited, but the doors and windows are sealed with various building materials, and even reinforced with steel pipes and iron bars, and there are almost no glass windows, more like small fortresses. There are not many pedestrians on the street, and it seems a little deserted, and it is hard to believe that there are more than 20,000 people living here.

But when you walk to the main street facing the bridge, the situation is completely different, although the houses on both sides of the street are not very new, but they are much more organized, the doors and windows are relatively normal, there will be more or less a piece of glass, most of them have signs or banners, and they are all shops.

Now Hong Tao is in trouble, he is here, but is the owner of the tea stall here, if he comes, where to find it? This street is about a kilometer long, and the half kilometer near the southern end of the bridge is full of shops, so you can't ask from door to door. What if the guy doesn't come, or isn't on this street?

"Looking for someone, someone who sells tea...... Meat, to him! So he could only harass the sentry who led the way.

"What sells tea, just send it to the base!" The sentry is not very old but has a big temper, so he stands guard well, but he accompanied Hong Tao for an afternoon in vain, and there is no benefit to fart, so he must be on fire.

“**…… Horse**...... Delicious! The one who sells tea, gives him meat, and he gives me money! ”

As soon as he saw the stinky face like a dead father, Hong Tao knew what was going on. If you want the horses to run, you have to give grass, mutton and horse intestines can't be given, but there is no extra cheese in the sheepskin pocket, and it shouldn't be too rude to have a piece of meaning.

“…… Wait, don't wander around, I'll ask! As the saying goes, money makes a ghost grind, and this piece of cheese seems to be very good, and the sentry's attitude immediately changed, and his steps became brisk, and he trotted towards the wooden tower not far away.

Ten minutes later, Hong Tao got his wish and found the owner of the tea stall. In fact, he didn't need that piece of cheese, as long as he walked a few dozen meters to the south, he could see the tea stall against the root of the wall, and the slightly chubby face.

"Hi bro, lamb!" The owner of the tea stall was fixing the shed on the wall, Hong Tao probably swept it, except for the copper teapot, the tables, chairs and benches were not Kuitun's, although they were not new, they should have been purchased here.

"Hey...... You're here! Sit down, a big glass, and add more dried fruit and honey! This voice almost scared the tea stall owner down from the ladder, turned his head to see Hong Tao, and then saw two horses, and immediately knew who was coming, laughing so much that it was called a kiss, and the one who greeted was called a passion, and they all put honey!

"Oh, I have the permission of the Grand Nun here, and he's here to deliver mutton!"

For the sentry next to him, the owner of the tea stall was not so enthusiastic, he didn't even make a fake politeness, took out a small red notebook from his arms and handed it over. Not to mention, this little book is better than Hong Tao's cheese, and the sentry only glanced at it without even taking it, then turned around and rode away without looking back.