Stocking up in space: surviving in a world of crisis

Tang Yizheng observed the gangsters in front of him, and thought about how to get rid of them. He has a gun, but in order to save bullets, he plans to use a dagger, but there are too many people passing by here, and doing it will only cause them trouble .

Or you can lure a few people to a corner. Qi Yuan looks unreliable, but it is not useless. With the cooperation of the two, they should be able to deal with these people within five seconds.

Seeing that Tang Yizheng didn't answer, the man didn't get angry, but looked at Qi Yuan behind him.

"The two faces are very familiar. This is the first time you have come to the refugee camp?"

Hearing this, Tang Yizheng and Qi Yuan's expressions froze, with murderous intent in their eyes.

The faces of the two were camouflaged, and they were different from the original ones, but they didn't expect that the person in front of them could tell at a glance that they were not from the refugee camp.

Tang Yizheng turned his head and looked at Qi Yuan. They had been together for too long, and they knew what they meant with just one look.

"Don't be nervous, I think the two of you are destined for me, why not join us."

Qi Yuan pressed the pistol in his pocket calmly, and before he wanted to do it, Tang Yizheng took a step forward.

"Join you in digging roots and picking leaves?"

The man laughed loudly when he heard the words, and the younger brothers behind him also laughed. They must have not washed their faces and bathed for a long time. The black mud on their necks was as thick as the bottom of a pot, and the clothes on their bodies stinks, which is more mixed than that on the train. The smell of smoke and foot odor is also pungent.

It may be due to the lack of salt in their bodies. They don't have much hair, and the teeth in their mouths are loose and black. If the man takes a step closer, Tang Yizheng can smell the bad breath that is comparable to a septic tank.

"Do you know who I am? People here call me Brother Hu. If you want to hang out in a refugee camp, you can't do without my Brother Hu's cover. Brother, this is what we brothers are here." He gave a thumbs up, Tang Yizheng had to take half a step back with a grin and a mouthful of rotten teeth.

"Really? No need to dig tree roots? Is there any meat to eat?" Qi Yuan rushed out from behind excitedly, his eyes were shining when he saw the man.

The man nodded, "Of course you don't need to dig the tree roots, as for the meat, you're indispensable."

Qi Yuan and Tang Yizheng looked at each other, tacitly showing a greedy look that had never seen the world.

"Want to join us?"

"Join, you must join, Brother Hu, my name is Tang Yuan." Hearing Qi Yuan's self-introduction, Tang Yizheng's dangerous eyes fell on the back of Qi Yuan's head.

"What about you?"

Tang Yizheng hurriedly said, "My name is Qi Zheng."

"Okay, you two are my brothers now, what's in the backpack?"

Qi Yuan opened the backpack, except for two pieces of worn-out clothes, there was only a bag of about three catties of black flour inside.

Fortunately, Ye Fu was clever and gave them some things to deceive others.

After the man checked, he curled his lips in disgust, and didn't intend to let them hand it in. Qi Yuan was secretly relieved that he and Tang Yizheng were lucky to be able to break into the enemy's interior.

He didn't know what happened to Ye Fu and Jiang Rong, his eyelids twitched a few times, and he always felt a little uneasy.

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After turning half a circle, Ye Fu and Jiang Rong planned to go back the same way to find Qi Yuan and the others. The child's condition was not very good. He just arrived at the refugee camp today, so he was not in a hurry, but after searching all the way, he didn't see the two Ye Fu touched the space between his eyebrows.

"Is there anything wrong with these two?"

Jiang Rong shook his head, "Probably not, look over there." Jiang Rong walked to a pole with the child on his back, on which a five-pointed star was drawn with a red marker. The five-pointed star represents safety and discovering new situations.

"This is Qi Yuanliu's editor, and there is a Q below, let's go, let's go to the residential area first."

The most dangerous place is the safest place, and the two of them planned to go to the secret base of those dandies, that two-story bungalow.

On the way out of the refugee camp, Ye Fu found several more star marks. It seems that they are quite leisurely with so many marks.

The child snorted a few times, maybe Jiang Rong tied the rope too tightly, making him uncomfortable, seeing his cheeks flushed, Ye Fu touched his forehead.

"The special medicine worked, and he started to have a fever."

Jiang Rong glanced back at the child, who rested his head on Jiang Rong's shoulder, looking sick and pitiful.

The road to Xiaolou was a bit far away. After leaving the refugee camp, Ye Fu found a place to put the car out. It would take more than half an hour to drive there. Walking was a waste of time.

When he was about to reach the small building, Jiang Rong went to check around, but no one was following him, so he came back and drove.

The small building was in a mess, obviously it had been turned over many times, the ground was full of footprints and garbage, the doors and windows on the second floor were removed by Jiang Rong, and they temporarily settled on the first floor.

After closing the door and making sure that there is no problem, Ye Fu took out the battery and the plug board, hung the light strip on the wall, and the first floor instantly seemed like daylight.

Jiang Rong put the child down and went to clean up the ground. Ye Fu took out a folding bed from the place he had cleaned, put the child on it, and checked his injuries.

Looking at the bone age, it is indeed about eight years old, which is also comparable to An An.

Ye Fu took off the tattered clothes on his body, saw all kinds of wounds and bruises on his body, he was used to seeing life and death, at this moment, Ye Fu still felt uncomfortable.

The wound on the back had festered, and the buttocks were hit by something, and a large piece of flesh was rotten.

The crevices of the nails were full of mud and blood. The nails should have been injured by stones. Seven or eight fingernails were black.

"Jiang Rong, I should have killed those bastards just now."

Seeing these injuries, Jiang Rong frowned.

"The child's physical condition is too bad." The internal injury may be more serious than the external injury, and I don't know how he resisted it. When he was beaten just now, he curled up in a small ball on the ground, neither crying nor screaming.

Ye Fu took a deep breath, took out a bathtub from the space, Jiang Rong gave the child a simple cleaning, and Ye Fu went to dispense the medicine. The rotten flesh on his body would be debrided. It looks no different from a normal three or four-year-old child.

Thin as a little mouse.

If she and Jiang Rong hadn't been nosy in the past today, he might have been beaten to death by those brats like the old man.

Although the medicine she gave to those bear children is not fatal, but now the people in the refugee camp can't eat enough, have diarrhea for two days, and their skin will peel off if they don't die.

After cleaning, he was given painkillers, and Ye Fu and Jiang Rong cooperated to debride him.

"It looks like it was smashed out by a stone, and the bridge of the nose. I just found out that the bridge of his nose is a little crooked. It must have been hit. His eyeballs are congested, and his vision may be affected. I'm afraid there may be problems with his retina."

While treating the wound, Ye Fu gritted his teeth and cursed those brats.

"These little beasts."

"Hmm..." Although he was in a coma after taking painkillers, he was still sweating profusely when digging up the rotten meat.