"Is it delicious?"

"Hmm!" Anya came back to her senses from the dreamy taste and smiled sweetly.

The little girl next to her seemed to have been waiting for her for a long time, when she suddenly blinked her beautiful eyes, "Can we be friends?" ”

"Hmm. OK. ”

"My name is Winnie!" The little girl was the first to stretch out her right hand, and the smile on her round face was as bright as the sunlight streaming through bulletproof glass.

"My name is Anya." Anya gently shook Winnie's hand, and then asked Winnie with some hesitation, "May I ask you a question?" ”

"Of course," Winnie withdrew her right hand and looked at Anya with her head propped up in her hands, "you ask! ”

Anya bit her lip and thought for a while before speaking, "Did you steal those white soft breads?" ”

"Steal? Why steal? Winnie looked surprised.

"But," Anya rubbed the candy wrapper on her hand a little confused, her face full of doubt, "how could the overseer allow the laborer to eat such a good thing?" ”

"I'm sorry...... You'll be punished later. Anya lowered her head and pinched the two candy wrappers in her hands, looking a little remorseful. Actually, you don't have to be ......."

"What laborers? What overseer? Winnie blinked twice, then realized, "Ah! I see what you mean. ”

"We all work and eat together, and there is no distinction between laborers and overseers." Winnie leaned leisurely against the wall, looking at the skylight overhead. "Uh- we're like a family. Yes, family. ”

"Family?" Anya, who was in a wheelchair, looked a little confused.

"Well, family." Winnie looked like she was about to fall asleep in the warm sun, "Whether it's Sister Mosilaire, Uncle Old Knife, or Uncle Bender, they're all fine, very good, very good. ”

Anya didn't speak, just watched with her at the sunlight leaking through the skylight.

"Squeak-"

"I think I heard someone calling me?" The wooden door of the dining room was opened at this time, and a figure walked out of it, reaching out and gently scratching Winnie's nose, "Is that you a little gluttonous cat?" ”

It's her favorite sister Mosilelle! - Oh, and behind her was a man she didn't know from talking to her.

"Sister!" Anya saw Little Red Riding Hood and happily called out to her sister.

"Anya." Little Red Riding Hood pinched her sister's face, and the joy on her face could not be concealed.

"Oh—I guess this cute little girl is Miss Anya, right?" Mosilaire leaned down and touched Anya's head, then at Winnie, who was sitting beside her on a small bench, and then took a few pieces of candy out of her pocket and handed them to the two good girls who deserved to be rewarded. "Great, it looks like you're already friends."

"Thank you." Anya was embarrassed to take the candy that Mosilaire handed her, and Winnie simply peeled one off and threw it directly into her mouth.

Her legs swung up and down on the stool, the wooden bench creaking and squeaking, clearly in a good mood.

Little Red Riding Hood had now walked up to her sister's side and crouched down so that her eyes could be level with her, so that she could communicate with her without having to look up at her.

She grabbed Anya's two little hands and looked at her sister seriously, "Anya, do you like it here?" ”

"Huh?" Anya was stunned for a moment, then nodded a little uncertainly, "Hmm." ”

"Okay." Little Red Riding Hood gently took her sister in her arms and whispered in her ear, "This will be our new home from now on." ”

In the open space outside the main body of the base.

"Smack!"

Even the soft glutinous rice balls could not absorb the tremendous kinetic energy of the wooden hammer, and the poor stone urn was broken into several pieces by Vasa, and the broken stone fragments fell evenly in all directions, as if a lotus flower had bloomed on the flat ground - and lo and behold, there are gray lotus flowers in the world now!

The onlookers looked at this magical scene in amazement, and the embarrassing atmosphere gradually permeated the crowd.

"Uh......" Vasa seemed to know that he had caused a big disaster, so he put down the wooden hammer in his hand, grabbed the back of his head and looked at the old knife with some embarrassment.

"You ......" the old knife who was squatting on the ground finally let out a long sigh and waved his hand at Vasa, "Maybe we will prepare an alloy urn next time." ”

"Haha!" The crowd erupted in good-natured laughter.

Fortunately, the bottom of the urn is still intact, and this large group of glutinous rice balls weighing two or three catties is not stained with dust, as long as you change to a clean stone urn, you can continue to process it into glutinous rice balls.

Vasa, who made a mistake, begged Mr. Knife to give him another chance to save the lost face, and the old knife with the explosive head struggled for a long time, and finally decided to let Vasa try again.

Vasa, who was not too stupid, reined in the next hammer blow, and after a few minutes of familiarity, the action of beating the glutinous rice cake already looked like it.

The big men at the gathering place were divided into three groups, two people in each group, and took turns to process the glutinous rice balls that were going to enter their stomachs next.

After about three hours, more than ten catties of cooked glutinous rice with distinct grains turned into fragrant and soft glutinous rice with a strange taste that they had never seen before.

"Mr. Old Knife!" A bald head in the crowd with a glowing head swallowed, "Can you eat it then?" ”

"yes, yes, can you eat it?"

"I'm hungry, Mr. Old Knife!"

A few greedy guys in the crowd chimed in.

"Of course, but—" Old Knife smiled, and then dragged out his final note in a pretending seriousness, "It's more delicious when it's hot, and remember to save some for the brothers who carry the goods!" ”

"Whew!" The able-bodied men who had been allowed to scramble to lift a few stone urns from the ground and rush to the base's kitchen under the leadership of Bender - they didn't have to rely on cockroach cakes and mud blocks this afternoon!

"Long time no see, Mr. Luden." At the round table in the dining room, Mosilaire poured a glass of warm water for the "wolf killer" in front of him. "Your fleet delivered a little earlier than I expected."

"Gollum—" Ludon grabbed the cup and drank the warm water inside, as if preoccupied, "yes, Miss Mosilaire, a week before the agreed time. ”

"You already know about the attack, right?" Ludon wiped his mouth, looked around, and finally whispered to Mosilel: "The last incident killed a lot of people, and caused a lot of damage to the industrial power grid in the gathering place,—— our industrial system is almost finished!" ”

Mosilaire blinked in surprise, not knowing what to say.

"Alas!" Mr. Ludon sighed without warning and leaned back into his dining chair in a dejected manner, "When the convoy returns to the gathering place to rest for a day or two, we are going to launch an attack on the town of Yakali, the old power generation area. ”

"If the plan is successful, most of the power grid and industrial facilities in the agglomeration will be restored, so that we can have the strength to rebuild the devastated agglomeration." Ludon sighed again, "But this is not easy to say. We're not just dealing with zombies, we're also dealing with damn bugs that have popped up and been entrenched in the power generation town for years! ”

"I don't know how many people will die this time—" Ludon said quietly.

"Hmm-" Mosilaire swallowed a mouthful of warm water and put down the cup in his hand, as if hesitating for something, before finally speaking slowly, "Remember the 'surprise' I promised earlier?" Maybe we can provide you with some technical support, Mr. Luden. Before that, can you describe your level of technology and industry a little bit? ”

"Uh, happy to help." Luden's chubby face looked a little surprised, and he thought for a while before answering Mosilel's question, "I don't know these things very well, uh - I just know that we can make helmets, we can make body armor, and we can produce more than a hundred sets a month before." Some simple firearms such as pump-action shotguns, semi-automatic pistols, etc., can probably be made into one or two hundred. The production of bullets is very high, and there is a large surplus every month. ”

"What about a fully automatic assault rifle?" Mosilaire tilted his head, "I've seen your convoy guards with you before. ”

"That's a rarity." Lu Deng pouted, "It's all brought in by the military in the gathering place from the previous military base, just like those electronic parts delivered to you, one is broken, one is less, and one is less, and we can only build simple parts that don't need any 'electricity' or 'etching'." ”

"Yes, Mr. Luden, thank you for answering my questions." Mosilaire pulled out a document he had prepared and handed the thick leather bag to Mr. Luden, the wolf killer. "These materials and blueprints should be a gift to witness the friendly relationship between the fringe colony and the Third Gathering Place."

"What are these?" Lu Deng, who pulled out a pile of materials and glanced at it hastily, his round eyes widened, and he couldn't help jumping up - his fat belly almost toppled the table in front of him!

"Exactly, Mr. Luden." Mosilaire also stood up and extended his right hand to the shocked Mr. Luden, a sweet and friendly smile appeared on his lovely round face, "As neighbors who watch each other over the Third Gathering Place, we sincerely hope that you will get through this difficult time. ”

Mr. Ludon walked down the corridors of the Central Centers with a sluggish face and a somewhat light footsteps, making it impossible to associate him with the legendary wolf killer of yesteryear.

He wasn't to blame, because the documents hastily packed in a leather bag were so important to the Gathering Place — if he wasn't mistaken, the blank sheets of paper, which Luden had double-checked three times, explained in detail the principles of the pneumatic system of firearms, how to make and process precision rifles and multi-barreled weapons, and the thin appendix printed blueprints for several classic automatic rifles and high-precision sniper rifles!

If this time we can really build down the power generation town and restore the industrial area of the gathering place, then these advanced materials will greatly improve the military strength of the No. 3 gathering place, and the next time we encounter a large-scale mechanical monster attack on the gathering place, we will really have the confidence to fight a tough battle!

This lovely new neighbor is so generous!

"Oh!" An exclamation from the kitchen caught the attention of Mr. Ludon as he passed, and pulled him back to reality while still dreaming of kicking bugs and punching mechanical bodies.

Luden sniffed and couldn't help but raise his stubby eyebrows—what smell? It seems quite tempting.

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the hidden kitchen door, and he was greeted by a scorching heat wave and the sound of boiling people, and naturally, the light fragrance that had been wafting in the air was still a little ethereal.