Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 53 Are You Still Not Dead?
Song Zhenping was standing in the room, staring at the familiar jars in the corner in a daze.

In the kitchen are two jars of sauce, a jar of sauerkraut, and a jar of pickled cucumber and radish sticks.

He is very familiar with these things, they are all the treasures of his hindmilk.

Mrs. Gu is good at marinating vegetables, and the sauce jars and vegetable jars are all things she can touch.

For this reason, Song Zhenping and Xiao An have been beaten countless times, and there is only one reason: they are too close to the jar.

At this time, Song Zhenping looked at the jar, and unconsciously began to fear and loathe in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly, and even his breathing became a little rough.

Song Liyun watched quietly.

In the apocalypse, the damage caused by the mutant beast and the mental breakdown are equal to half.

In real terms, many people actually died in chaotic despair.

There is no medicine available for this kind of psychological trauma, and what is needed is long-term self-adjustment.

What other people say is superficial.

After passing this level, there will be another level. If you can't let go of your mood, you will still end up in a dead end when you encounter problems.

And I'm not a psychotherapist myself.

Seeing Song Zhenping clenched his hands, his whole body trembled, falling into memories and unable to extricate himself.

Song Liyun pondered for a moment, pretended not to know anything, and said with a smile, "Brother, is the meal ready?"

A crisp voice suddenly sounded beside him, Song Zhenping was startled, and came back to his senses and said, "Not yet, what does Yun'er want to eat?"

"Let's cook porridge and drink it!" Song Liyun opened the pot, ready to boil water first.

Song Zhenping regained his composure and sat down in front of the stove to help light the fire.

Under Song Liyun's guidance, he stammered and said something about working on the construction site, diverting his mind from wandering just now.

In the morning, the three brothers and sisters ate millet porridge with pickles. At Song Zhenping's request, Song Liyun also pinched some corn buns, and each of them cooked an egg.

Holding the white boiled eggs, Xiao An and Song Zhenping seemed to be holding something heavy, their hands trembling with nervousness, and they gasped for breath.

Especially Xiao An, who has never eaten boiled eggs until now.

It was Song Liyun who helped them peel off the egg shells, put the eggs into the porridge bowl, and ate them with tears in their eyes.

After dinner, the sun had already risen, and the brothers and sisters of the Song family were ready to go out to continue repairing the courtyard wall.

The forest outside the house suddenly became noisy with people's voices, and someone was faintly shouting: "Everyone, don't be afraid, hold on to your sticks!"

"Let's say it first, no matter what you see later, you are not allowed to run!"

"Yes, you are not allowed to run away! Whoever runs away is the bastard raised by the little mother. The daughter-in-law steals someone to raise a man at home, and raises children for others for the rest of her life."

The sound of cursing was getting closer, mixed with the sound of crackling, knocking and screaming, as if a group of people were coming this way.

Xiao An was terrified and grabbed Song Liyun's lapel tightly.

Song Zhenping picked up the hoe and ran out, shouting as he ran, "Yun'er, you two are hiding in the house, I'll help, and see if any pigs have escaped!"

In Xiaoshi Village, it often happens that pigs run out of the pen, and the neighbors around have to help catch the pigs.

Seeing him running staggeringly, Song Liyun also followed behind.

There is still some distance from the residents of the town. If anyone's pig can get here, it must be a big fat pig, and Song Zhenping's little man may not be able to hold it.

So, the three of them went out of the courtyard gate that had just been half built, and they were shocked when they showed up.

There were more than a dozen people gathered outside, including migrant workers and sergeants.

The migrant workers were all holding wooden sticks, while the sergeants were holding steel knives. They all leaned against the branches with nervous expressions. Seeing movement in the courtyard, they all took a step back.

"Uncle Qin, what are you doing?" Song Zhenping looked at one of the tall middle-aged men in a daze.

Uncle Qin is the team leader who manages the migrant workers. He should be at the construction site by the river at this time. Why did he come here?

Seeing Song Zhenping, Qin Huai immediately called out, "Daping, are you still alive?"

"Dead? What do you mean?" Song Zhenping became even more confused.

Xue Xiaoqi, the leader of the team, glanced at Song Liyun and Xiaoan, and saw that the three of the Song family were there, so he put away his knife and said impatiently: "What are you doing, you won't come out once you enter this house, and it makes people worry that something happened, baba Come over here to collect the corpses for you."

He got the news yesterday that the Song brothers and sisters hadn't returned to the private house, so he didn't report it at that time, so he waited until dawn before going to the camp to say something.

As a result, Luo Baihu was not there, and the other acting battalion officials asked him to bring someone over to have a look, so that if something happened, they could collect the body for him.

Knowing the purpose of everyone's visit, Song Zhenping blushed.

He kept bowing and bowing, saying that he was busy cleaning the house, and forgot to come out to greet everyone, and he would definitely not do this in the future, and even invited a few people to sit in the house.

silence!

The scene was not as enthusiastic as he had imagined.

No one came forward, the big Uncle Qin backed away again, with an embarrassed expression on his face: "What, Daping! As long as you are well, I will be relieved, and I won't go in and sit."

The others reacted in the same way, and slipped back with a stiff smile.

Although everyone just stood upright when they saw the brothers and sisters of the Song family, they looked weird no matter how they looked.

Everyone has seen what happened to the two brothers when they lived in the migrant workers' shed.

Not to mention that the clothes are not protective, they are also the most shabby clothes among the crowd.

It's only been two days since we last saw each other. The two brothers have changed their clothes, and they are refreshed. Even the sick child has become a little fairer.

What's happening here?
If the three brothers and sisters were now dying with their skin torn apart, or even turned into three bloody dead bodies, they would accept it, and they had expected it earlier.

But now it is obvious that he is not cold or hungry, and he is still alive and kicking. The behavior of continuously inviting people into the house is even more frightening.

Could it be that there are ghosts and ghosts inside, deceiving people's eyes and ears!

Not only did Qin Huai think so, even Xue Xiaoqi, who kept saying he was not afraid of ghosts, felt his heart beat, and his eyes kept patrolling the three brothers and sisters.

The clothes worn by the three brothers and sisters are too strange.

Song Zhenping is just a chubby cloth ball. The sleeves of Xiao An's clothes are one long and one short, and there is a strangely short piece of cloth at the hem of the front.

Song Liyun wants to be a little more normal, but that outfit is too flamboyant, with complicated embroidery, red, green and pink, like a floral cloth shop, which doesn't match her temperament at all.

These things are obviously not my own.

Xue Xiaoqi suddenly thought that this house was originally a wealthy family, and it was normal to find some clothes.

But... those are dead people.

Thinking of the Song family wearing death clothes, Xue Xiaoqi, who was fearless and fearless, felt sick for a while, and retreated a few steps before saying: "You have just established a household, according to the rules, you can ask me for food and clothes, and you will return it later..."

Song Zhenping waved his hands again and again: "Master Xiaoqi, we can make do with these things, from now on...I'll look for them later, if I can't find them, I'll trouble my lord."

Song Zhenping's words were something he had thought about for a long time.

The food that comes out of the treasure bag is fine as long as you eat it with someone on your back, but the sudden appearance of clothes is hard to explain.

If anyone asked, he would say that he dug it out from the trash.

I have to search again... Xue Xiaoqi's face became more and more ugly.

(End of this chapter)