After leaving the supermarket, Kyungwon carried the bucket back to Shili Sunshine.

Looking at the mechanical watch on my wrist, it was still early, but at 2:45, the sun was warm and warm on my body.

Being in a well-lit environment makes you feel better.

That's why feng shui pays attention to sitting in the north and facing south, and the north and south are transparent!

In fact, it is not a superstitious statement, but this kind of orientation, in order to get light and shelter from the wind.

For example, the small single-room rental house where Jing Yuan lived before the crossing, all day long, at noon, a little light could shine in from the window, and the rest of the time, if the lights were not turned on, it was basically a dark piece, and people would become gloomy after living for a long time.

"Oh GG Boom~Be a Hero in a Fairy Tale~"

Humming a little song, he happily carried the bucket upstairs and boiled the water.

The newly picked iron basin was used as a scoop, hot water was poured into the bathtub, and he lifted the balcony and sat on a small wooden bench, squeezing a ball of milky shampoo into the palm of his hand, rubbing it on his greasy hair, rubbing it into a fine lather, and after rinsing it two or three times, it felt as refreshing as wearing new underwear on the first day of the new year.

"Scrub scrub ~ scrub scrub, wo~wo~"

After washing his hair, he began to take a shower in the open air, and his originally dry skin seemed to become moisturized when he encountered water, but he didn't think much about it, just wiped his whole body with soap, and waited until his body was full of flowers and plants, and then washed it down at one time.

By the way, he also brushed the little white hair, the dirty long hair, became clean, one person and one dog, and looked new.

After the clothes and shoes were washed, he took them to the rooftop to dry, anyway, there was no one else, he simply hung the blank, tied a towel around his waist, and walked around generously.

During the time when his clothes and shoes were drying, he took Xiaobai from the first floor of the three buildings all the way to the top floor of the twelfth floor.

There were eight houses on each floor, and he tried to open the door in each of them.

From the 1st to the 7th floor, only the door of 707 is open, think about it, if there is an open door below the seventh floor, how could the macho brother deliberately run to the seventh floor to hide.

Further up, the door of 902 was also open, or the door of 902 was smashed, and the door frame seemed to have been hammered by a heavy object many times, and the door panel fell directly to the ground.

Other than that, the doors to the rest of the rooms are mostly intact and difficult to open by violent means.

He and Xiaobai searched through 902 and found something interesting.

The room was plainly decorated with no expensive furniture, but when he opened the door to the bedroom in the back room, he saw a scene that he would never forget—a house full of money behind the door.

All of them were the largest denominations, bundled into thick stacks, and the bed that should have been placed in the middle of the bedroom disappeared, replaced by these large bundles of banknotes stacked on top of each other, and if you slept here, you would really be sleeping on the mountain of money.

Jing Yuan was thinking to himself which big corrupt official's secret small treasury, according to his previous salary of 5,000 in addition to five insurances and one housing fund a month, he worked for a hundred lifetimes, and he couldn't earn so much money, so he could really be greedy.

It's a pity that he picked up so much money for nothing, but there is no place in this world where he can spend money, he used to drink with his college classmates, saying that he didn't have any dreams, so he wanted to go to the money pile to roll and take a bath.

Today he really rolled on the bed made of money, but he didn't feel comfortable, but there was a strange smell on his body.

Losing the credibility of society and the state, the money will naturally become a pile of waste paper.

There are some scattered jewelry on the ground, gold bracelets, jade beads, silver hairpins like antiques...

Even a layman like him can see that these jewels are finely made, the materials are exquisite, and they are very valuable.

It is estimated that the owner of the room fell when he fled, and the most precious jewelry must have been taken away, and the rest of these, in the eyes of the owner of the room, may be worthless things.

While thinking wildly, Jing Yuan rummaged through the cabinets and found a night pearl the size of a goose egg.

This is really a "great treasure house", but unfortunately these treasures are worthless to him.

In short, the money is definitely useless, and it is damp, and it is too black to smoke when it is burned.

He dismantled all the wooden furniture in 902, tied it into a stack of firewood with hemp rope and took it away, and on the premise of not taking up space, he picked out a few beautiful pieces in the jewelry.

Three bracelets in solid gold, a necklace adorned with emeralds, and two rings set with large rubies and blue-green gemstones.

The night pearl looked pleasing to the eye, and it was also taken away.

As for the rotten money, let it grow gray and moldy here.

It took more than an hour to walk through all the floors, Xiao Bai was a little tired, and found the most useful thing, which turned out to be 902 firewood.

Kyungwon was too lazy to do such a thankless task, and he didn't want to waste any more time in the other buildings.

Back inside the house to make himself a hot cup of coffee, he followed the gun maintenance manual left by the big brother of the macho man, disassembling the parts of the pistol and rifle and oiling them to make sure they didn't suddenly break down when it was time to fight.

Then he pulled out his homemade spear and looked at the wear.

This spear made of galvanized water hose and fruit knife has stabbed a total of six zombies to death, and the tip of the knife has obvious scratches and wear.

Although fruit knives are more slender and sharp than kitchen knives, the blades are still too thin and the blades have to be replaced.

Jing Yuan took out the gadgets he had scavenged in the supermarket today, and compared them one by one to see if there was a more suitable "gun tip" than a fruit knife.

There really are - screwdrivers and triangular files.

Compared to fruit knives, they have a thick needle-like structure, a sharp top, a stronger penetration, and are less likely to wear, break, or get stuck in the cracks of the bone.

Kyungwon tested the hardness of the screwdriver and file, and finally chose the file as the new tip.

This time he has a wrench, a hammer and a screw, which allows him to perform more detailed operations.

Remove the file needle from the plastic handle, then take some time to cut a wooden strip and snap the file needle in.

He used a small hammer and nails to drive a few holes in the wooden handle, then removed the fruit knife from the water pipe, stuck the wooden handle in the gap, carefully adjusted the position to ensure that the holes in the water pipe and the holes in the wooden handle could match, and finally stuffed screws into the holes, screwed the screw caps, and tied them tightly with hemp rope.

The upgraded file gun was much more lethal than the original crude spear, and he tried it with a plank about 3 centimeters thick, which he easily pierced.

The durability has also increased considerably, and there is no need to change tips for a long time.

When it got dark, he fed Xiaobai, opened a canned beef and yellow peaches, and before going to bed, he made a small slingshot out of rubber bands and wood.

Zombies are sensitive to sound, so he can shoot porcelain pieces into the distance with a slingshot, and the sound of glass breaking will lure the zombies away and make it easier to clear the way.

After doing all this work, it was already 9:23 p.m., he stretched his waist, hugged Xiaobai, and looked at the stars and moon in the sky on the balcony.

The moon is not round tonight, only a curved crescent.

Based on the weather and the phases of the moon, it should be the beginning of September or early October, not long after the beginning of autumn.

If it's the beginning of September, then it's the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Jing Yuan suddenly understood what Li Bai's mood was when he wrote "Silent Night Thoughts".

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground"

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown."

He finished reading the poem, which he had learned at a very young age, shook his head, went back to his room, covered the brazier and extinguished the fire.

The room was dark and quiet, and Xiaobai was curled up at his feet.

"Good night." He whispered, not knowing who to speak.