The daytime in winter is always so short. It's only about 5:30 now, and a dark curtain has already been drawn up on the horizon. As a result, Lao Zhao had to turn on the high beam of the JAC car to see clearly the bad road conditions leading to the village.
The village is eerily quiet. Unlike yesterday, it is now like an isolated and uninhabited island. The welcoming team that came out to welcome Lao Zhao and the others into the village yesterday has disappeared now.
But this is naturally a great benefit to the survivors. As for the guys who are welcoming guests, they are probably on their way to the Hell Furnace for transformation at this time.
The high beam of the JAC car was like two virtual will-o'-the-wisps wandering around the village. Finally, it chose its destination in front of a courtyard surrounded by an adobe wall.
Before Lao Zhao could stabilize the car, Wang Qiang jumped out of the car first. Although it was comfortable to do nothing along the way, the bumps on the road caused a lot of pain to his butt.
So when he got out of the car and was on guard, the most he did was rub his sore and sore butt.
"Old Zhao, you stay in the car while I go down and open the door. Let's drive the car into the yard tonight."
Yesterday, due to the siege of zombies, there was no choice but to park the car outside the courtyard, but today it was different. The zombies wandering around the entire village seemed to have been cleared away in the morning's siege.
Although the survivors spent a lot of effort to deal with these beasts in the morning, judging from the situation they just entered the village, the busy work in the morning was worth it, at least there were no living zombies on the road.
I believe that as long as we spend a little time in the future and clean out all the houses in the village door by door, we should be able to ensure complete safety inside.
"Okay." The parking courtyard is not only convenient for transporting materials, but it can also be used as an obstacle to block the door. It can also be used as an escape tool at critical moments. This is the simplest trick to kill three birds with one stone, so Old Zhao responded simply .
"By the way, what day is it today?" Wang Qiang dropped the paint bucket in his hand on the cement floor in the house and asked loudly.
"December 21st. Friday, why are you asking this?" Wang Qiang seems to have no idea about time. Today he suddenly asked about the current day, which made Tang Xiaoquan somewhat curious.
"I'm confused. No, it's December 21st!" Wang Qiang roared like thunder, almost causing Tang Xiaoquan to drop the bag of rice he just picked up on the ground. He complained angrily: "Qiangzi , what are you doing! What the hell are you saying? Do you feel uncomfortable without zombies to disturb you? "
Of course Wang Qiang didn't want to experience the heavy metal-flavored concert last night again, but what he wanted to mention had nothing to do with it. Besides, he saw the situation much more clearly than Tang Xiaoquan behind him. Now There are not even any traces of zombies in the village.
So he ignored the former's complaints and complained confidently: "I'm sorry, you are so uneducated. You don't even know the date December 21st."
"Haha, Qiangzi, let me tell you, either the Mayans' calculator is broken. Or there is something wrong with their calendar algorithm. Otherwise, how could the end of the world be advanced by five months?" Lao Zhao's thick voice started from There was a message coming from the kitchen in the back room. As soon as he entered the supplies, he took rice and noodles and went to prepare dinner for the three people that day.
So Tang Xiaoquan knew how Wang Qiang's personality could possibly say anything important. Knowing what the other person was thinking, he picked up a pile of wire from the car and put it in the latter's hand and said:
"Here, if you have nothing to do, just move these things into the house alone. When did you worry about those useless things? Doomsday? I tell you Hadron, now is the best time to destroy the world. This is a disaster. This way, everyone will be settled once and for all, and we will save ourselves from suffering like this every day."
"I got a..."
"No more nonsense! Hurry up and work. Look up and see what the weather is like."
Wang Qiang was speechless by Tang Xiaoquan. He couldn't understand that his words offended the Buddha. To make him lose such a temper. He had no choice but to act as his own porter.
Tang Xiaoquan found a few large bags of rainproof felts that he brought back from the supplies and covered them on several windows in the house. They were made into simple curtains, which could improve the cold temperature in the house to some extent. The temperature drops too quickly at night due to broken windows.
After they were all finished, Lao Zhao had almost prepared the meal, although it was just white rice. But for the three survivors who fought for their lives, this is undoubtedly the greatest compliment.
Wang Qiang was obviously very hungry. The speed with which he picked up the rice made Lao Zhao on the side worry that he would choke: "Qiangzi, please eat slowly. It's enough."
"Uncle Zhao, I know, there is nothing I can do about it. My stomach is not strong, so I am hungry!" Wang Qiang replied vaguely, and the speed of picking up the rice in his hands showed no sign of slowing down: "By the way, Quan Son, where should we go tomorrow? Or should we go to the two market towns today to get supplies?"
Compared with the former who was devouring food like a starving ghost who had never eaten, Tang Xiaoquan's eating appearance was obviously much more elegant. However, he gently took two small mouthfuls of rice, chewed and shook his head and said: "We won't go anywhere tomorrow. No, I mean, hurry up and repaint the bedroom inside. What do you think?"
Old Zhao thought carefully, time is running out now, and the bandits don't know when they will launch a raid. In other words, Old Xu and the others may lead the villa to evacuate here at any time, and judging from the current situation, they can only Complete this room in a limited time.
Therefore, painting the walls of the back room is urgent. After all, there is a bed in the back room, and the heating conditions are slightly better. There is no doubt that that room will be arranged for Weiyang and the other women.
So if we don't transform the bloody environment in the back room as soon as possible, how can we give Lieutenant, Fangfang and the others a place to live?
After understanding this, Lao Zhao immediately agreed to Tang Xiaoquan's proposal: "Well, Quan Zi, I agree with your idea. In addition, tomorrow I will take a comprehensive look at whether this house can be further reinforced and renovated."
With the participation and help of Lao Zhao, a professional, I believe tomorrow's progress will be quite smooth.
After dinner, Lao Zhao got in touch with the villa as usual. After learning what they had learned today, Lao Xu finally showed a smile on his nervous face. It can be said that every small step Lao Zhao and the others have made now. Progress, for him, is a release of stress.
Following the situation report of the outgoing team in the past two days, he had reason to believe that the other party would be able to successfully complete the mission planned before departure.
And as long as he has this second shelter as a backup base, the leader of his team will have no worries, and at least he will be able to sleep soundly and peacefully at night. (To be continued.)
