The reborn me is the shit stirrer of the apocalypse

A whole day of hard work made everyone exhausted, but Liu Dayong was extremely serious and worked diligently all day long.

"Brother Zhao, can I count all the junk we collected today as my share?"

On the boat back to the city, he specially sat next to Zhao Guowei and talked quietly.

"Of course you can. Brother Liu, you performed very well today and your hard work has contributed greatly. Of course, these resources will be credited to you."

Zhao Guowei's face darkened, and then he smiled broadly.

"Brother Liu, we all see your efforts. I think you have potential and may become a good player in our team in the future. These resources are just the beginning. When our team takes a further step, you will be able to enjoy There will be more resources.”

After all, Zhao Guowei still didn't tell Jiang Kai about giving the plaster. Looking at his expectant look, he really couldn't bear to say it.

"Thank you Brother Zhao for your trust, I will continue to work hard!"

Liu Dayong was heartened when he heard this, and he ate the pie painted by Zhao Guowei with great satisfaction, and nodded to him to express his gratitude.

"Brother, don't let me down."

Zhao Guowei looked deeply into the distance, with a shrewd look in his eyes.

The supermarket is nearby and you'll be home in just a few words.

"You're back? How was your day?"

Liu's mother, Wu Xiaofang, was preparing dinner. When she saw her son and daughter-in-law coming back, she quickly wiped her hands and rushed out of the kitchen.

"It's okay. I got good grades today. Zhao Guowei said it's all mine. It's just that I met the devil on the 28th floor, which was a bit unlucky."

Liu Dayong knelt down and looked at his son playing on the ground lovingly, and couldn't help but touch his head.

"The one who let the dog bite you last time?"

Wu Xiaofang put the porridge on the dining table, feeling a little anxious.

"She didn't do anything to you, right?"

"That's not true, but I don't know what she wants so much scrap metal for."

"Yes, son, you said that such a good thing could be exchanged for as much food as possible, but she chose to exchange it for rags that even dogs would look down upon."

When Wu Xiaofang heard this, she felt a trace of doubt in her heart.

Only then did Liu Dayong realize the problem. Indeed, what is the use of these scrap metals?

He was a little puzzled. This female devil must be a witch.

"Don't think about it. It's been a busy day. If you're not hungry, I'm still hungry!"

Liu Dayong's wife carried her son to the toilet and washed her hands. When she came out and looked at her dazed husband, she couldn't help but push him and urged him to sit down and eat.

At the dinner table of the end of the world, the family sits together, and the sparse food is heart-breaking.

The porridge in the pot looked substantial, but in fact it was only a small handful of rice and a few pickles, which was their only dinner.

"Mom, I don't want to eat this, I want to eat meat!"

The three-year-old son looked dissatisfied, pointing at the porridge on the dining table and mouthing reluctantly.

"What time has it been and you still want to eat meat? It's good if you have something to eat and don't starve to death."

Liu Dayong's wife, Xiao Qian, frowned. She had been tired for a day. When she saw her son crying immaturely, she became even more irritated. Unable to control her emotions, she reached out and slapped his little hand hard.

The son's little hands turned red visibly, and heart-wrenching cries filled the whole room.

Upon seeing this, Liu Dayong stood up quickly, hugged his son, and comforted him softly, "Stop crying. Dad will get you something delicious tomorrow, okay?"

The son's sobbing gradually subsided, and he nodded with red eyes. "How can you beat him? My son is so young, what does he know? Don't be so cruel."

After Liu Dayong comforted his son, he turned to glare at his wife, with suppressed anger at the corners of his mouth.

"It's not because you are incompetent that our family can't eat as well as other people's dogs."

Before the end of the world, at least the family lived a well-off life. What is this thing now? Liu Dayong's wife slammed her chopsticks on the table with a look of dissatisfaction.

Wu Xiaofang felt uneasy when she saw her son and daughter-in-law arguing.

She quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, stood up, and walked between the two of them, intending to ease the atmosphere.

"We are already pretty good. We still have rice to eat. Many others are just messes. We are much better than many people now. Stop arguing. People must learn to be content!"

As Wu Xiaofang spoke, she looked at Liu Dayong and his wife, hoping that they could calm down.

Although the couple did not speak, under Wu Xiaofang's mediation, their faces gradually improved and the resentment in their hearts gradually dissipated.

Indeed, if her husband hadn't been an important member of Zhao Guowei's team, he would have been like everyone else, relying on snacks to get through the day.

"Husband, come and eat some pickled mustard."

Xiao Qian picked up the chopsticks she threw on the table, picked up half a mustard, and carefully put it into Liu Dayong's bowl.

He wasn't someone who would hold on to it. He let out a light "hum", picked up the pickled mustard and took a small bite. This matter was considered a thing of the past.

"Honey, I know you're working hard. I'll find a way to get some meat tomorrow to feed your son and my mother."

Although Liu Dayong is an out-and-out villain to the outside world, he still responds to his family's requests.

Hearing her son's words, Wu Xiaofang's wrinkled face showed a bright smile.

"Okay, okay, my son is still capable, and our family depends on you."

The woman drinking porridge beside her also laughed.

Although the dinner was simple, the table at this moment was filled with a rare warmth.

Wu Xiaofang silently prayed that days like this would pass soon so that her family could live a better life.

"Son, I saw Jiang Kai when I took your son to play in the corridor today."

After finishing the meal and putting away the dishes, the family sat on the sofa and chatted.

"Ah? His legs are inflamed and suppurating. What are you doing out here now?"

"How do I know this? I saw him bending one leg and struggling to walk to the sixth floor and knocking on the door. Then they gave him an iron pot. I am too old and blind to hear what they said, but I guessed He must have gone to get the ironwork.”

"Son, tell the truth to mom, he can't surpass you like this."

"Mom, don't worry, how much can he collect? I will follow Zhao Guowei for two more days, and this plaster will be in my bag."

Liu Dayong laughed and waved his hands contemptuously, his face full of confidence.

"Besides, this is just a minor injury. Not to mention plaster, it's fine even if you don't bandage it. I mainly want to use it in case your grandson bumps into it in the future."

"Husband, Zhao Guowei can't go back on his word. He is very shrewd at first sight. If you said that if he finds out, there is nothing wrong with your leg, but he secretly gave the plaster to that kid, then you are just a bamboo basket. All in vain?"

"No way."

Although Liu Dayong said he didn't know how, he was unsure in his heart.

"Honey, you take your son to rest first, and I'll go to the fifth floor to check on you."