Chapter 44: Play Something Fresh
Liang Yingsheng saw at a glance the corn oil piled up in the corner, at least dozens of boxes.
Two boxes were left for those who needed it, and the rest were taken away.
Next to the corn oil was rice and flour, and Liang Yingsheng thought that the small rice extractor he bought in the second-hand market only took half of it.
She has seeds, and she has a lot of space to grow her own.
There are a lot of hot pot bases of various flavors, and there are even Dongyum Gong and army hot pot flavors, Liang Yingsheng couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and he was already hungry.
The huge warehouse was almost ransacked by her, Liang Yingsheng finally stopped, took two bottles of energy drinks out, and was just about to hand them to Liang Zhimo, when there was a sound of the shelves being moved downstairs.
Liang Zhimo quickly walked over, "Sister, someone is coming, moving the shelves at the door of our block, it is estimated that there are more than a dozen people, both men and women." ”
Liang Yingsheng frowned, looked around for a week, found no other passages, and quickly pulled Liang Zhimo to hide behind the cardboard boxes stacked with sanitary napkins.
There are no cars coming and going, no noisy people, and the huge supermarket is extraordinarily quiet.
A few minutes later, the two heard footsteps, followed by human conversation.
"Brother Cao, if you don't see anyone, you may have left a long time ago."
"How can no one block the door, look for it carefully?"
didn't choose a horsewhip, Liang Yingsheng took a dagger in his hand, Liang Zhimo clenched his bloody watermelon knife, the two of them looked serious, and stared directly at the door.
"Brother Cao, there is a piece of glass broken here, and people probably slipped away from here."
"Damn, why was it so looted, and I didn't leave anything good for Lao Tzu."
"There's some plain chips left, just eat them."
Soon, someone discovered the warehouse.
The dark warehouse is prohibitive, for fear that a zombie will suddenly jump out.
Liang Yingsheng heard a delicate female voice: "Brother Cao, do you really want to go in and have a look, people are so scared!" ”
Brother Cao's voice was a little rough, and he sounded like a man in his forties.
'Let's chirp', Brother Cao kissed the woman's face heavily, "Baby, there is a brother to protect you." ”
The woman's voice was even louder, and Liang Yingsheng had goosebumps when she heard it.
"Nasty, there's still someone here!"
"Haha, it's all your own people, let's go in and have a look."
A beam of light shot in, Liang Yingsheng dragged Liang Zhimo's arm, she planned to observe first, and enter the space as soon as someone approached.
"Brother Cao, there are still several boxes of rice and flour, this time we are developed!"
With the sound of squirming footsteps, Liang Yingsheng could feel a few people coming in.
"Move out!"
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the beam of the flashlight had already shone on the wall behind Liang Yingsheng, and she dragged Liang Zhimo into it and moved it to the side, using the stacked cardboard boxes to block her figure.
"There's a lot of sanitary napkins here, are we going to move them?"
Brother Cao raised his foot and kicked at the questioner, "Do you need to use this thing?" ”
"Isn't Lily a woman?"
The delicate female voice sounded again: "Brother Cao, don't worry about me, just move what we use, just stuff me into my bag on the shelves outside." ”
There was another 'chirp' sound, "It's worthy of my sweetheart, let's play something fresh tonight?" ”
"Nasty!"
The corners of Liang Yingsheng's mouth twitched, if conditions permitted, she had no doubt that the two would work hard directly in the warehouse.
The group of people began to carry things, and suddenly, a sound of footsteps gradually approached, Liang Yingsheng clenched his weapon, thinking about whether to solve the person on the spot or enter the space.
"Brother Cao, we have to go, there are zombies approaching around!"
The footsteps stopped, and the man immediately walked out of the warehouse.
"Let's go, everything is in the carriage!"
The sound became farther and farther away, until the second floor of the supermarket returned to calm, and Liang Yingsheng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go."
"Sister, that gang should be a bandit team organized by the survivors."
"Well, I know, there are a lot of such organizations, and we are weak and try to avoid head-on conflicts."
Liang Zhimo couldn't help but think of the group of people he met on the road before.
Is this called avoiding head-on conflict?
There was the sound of the car starting downstairs, Liang Yingsheng stood at the window to make sure that the car was far away, turned back to the warehouse and collected the remaining boxes of rolling paper, and then left with Liang Zhimo.
Although there was an accident along the way, this operation was quite fruitful.
Almost as soon as the car started, dozens of zombies suddenly poured out of the intersection, smelling the breath of the living, and rushed madly one by one.
Liang Yingsheng didn't hesitate, slammed on the accelerator and slammed straight over, knocking out a bloody path from the zombie group.
The wheels of the RV were large, and the zombies that were crushed instantly turned into flesh, bloody and shocking.
"It's good that we retreated quickly, otherwise we'll have to finish the game."
Liang Zhimo had palpitations, took out half a piece of watermelon from the refrigerator and cut it very thoughtfully, forked it with a toothpick and handed it to Liang Yingsheng's mouth, "At this rate, it is estimated that it will take two or three days to Pancheng." ”
No way, there are zombies everywhere, which greatly increases the difficulty of driving.
The snail noodles eaten at night, Liang Zhimo disliked the taste of snail noodles very much, and as long as he was at home on weekdays, he resolutely refused to let Liang Yingsheng eat them.
This time, Liang Yingsheng deliberately made it bad, and took advantage of Liang Zhimo to water the vegetable field and boil two bowls, and under her obscenity, Liang Zhimo was forced to take a bite.
As a result, I fell in love.
Not to mention, this thing smells stinky, and it tastes really good.
After eating and drinking, the sisters and brothers changed into comfortable clothes and began to exercise, and the bamboo in the space was cut down a lot.
may be because of his high IQ, after the end of the world began, Liang Zhimo not only studied medical skills, but also read books on architecture, and he was really groped by him to build a simple bamboo house with bamboo.
There are only three walls, and Liang Yingsheng hangs the white gauze curtain that he removed from the rental house, and it looks like that.
This bamboo house she used to put gym equipment, treadmills, dumbbells, boxing sandbags.
"Sister, you didn't say that there will be a lot of natural disasters in the future, I want to make some medicinal food for each natural disaster and put it for later use, to ward off the cold, to reduce the heat, to nourish the stomach and dispel dampness and prevent liver cirrhosis."
The last days are difficult, and it is not easy for human beings to survive.
"You don't need to ask me about this, I don't know anything."
When she sees Liang Zhimo's textbooks, her brain hurts, and those who study medicine and law are ruthless.
The blessing of Tuoliang Zhimo, there are a lot of Western medicines in the space, but Western medicine is hard to find after the end of the world, eat one less pill, Chinese medicine in addition to the slow effect, the effect is not necessarily worse than Western medicine.
The preparation of traditional Chinese medicine really needs to be put on the itinerary.
"Now paper money is worthless, the survivors are bartering, medicinal materials are precious, you see if there are any traditional Chinese medicines that can replace the effect of Western medicine, such as anesthesia and pain relief, you can take it out and replace it with others in the future."
She lacks a lot of things, and many things will be exchanged for things of the same value even if they are as precious as the last days.