The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 61 Lao Wang
After Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan heard Zhang Su's words, their tense nerves relaxed slightly. They also took off their backpacks and put them on the ground, placed their weapons across their legs, rubbed their shoulders, and pinched their arms.

"Uncle, what do you call me?"

Zhang Su asked the milkman's name.

Wang Guangjun heard Zhang Su talking to him and said hurriedly: "My surname is Wang, Wang Guangjun."

"Okay, then I'll call you Lao Wang..."

"Hey, Lao Wang next door... I'm sorry."

Before Zhang Su finished speaking, Zheng Xinyu laughed, but was glared at and apologized with a pout.

"Old Wang, look at your clothes. The milkman on the street over there is responsible for delivering milk?"

Zhang Su took out his cigarette and lit one beautifully. Seeing that Lao Wang was greedy, he threw one over.

"Yes, yes. I am responsible for four communities on this street, and I also deliver milk to some merchants on Xishan Road."

Lao Wang took a deep drag on the cigarette, all the negative emotions in his heart eased, and he rarely showed a faint smile.

"I don't know who owns this house. It looks quite clean and there are no zombies. Xinyu, go to the kitchen and have a look. Xiaoshanzhen go to the master bedroom and bathroom. Lao Wang, go to the other two small bedrooms. If you have a balcony, take a look and bring whatever is useful!"

Zhang Su did not continue to rest, stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and assigned work.

"This is someone else's house...is it convenient?"

Wang Guangjun obviously has not adapted to the life after the apocalypse, and looked at Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan who were already busy with some narrow-mindedness.

Zhang Su said while rummaging through the living room: "Old Wang, things are different now. Don't always do things based on previous concepts. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to do it. Just follow the instructions. Otherwise, you can open the door and go upstairs to find Officer Qin now."

"Yes, yes, Brother Zhang, I understand!"

Wang Guangjun is not imitating the past, but he has not had time to change his ideas. He only needs a small reminder and he learns quickly.

After a while, several people returned to the living room.

"The family probably ran away after the disaster. The kitchen was a mess, and there was nothing useful left. Only these seasonings were decent, and yes, there was a little oil."

Zheng Xinyu put some bottles and cans on the dining table.

Zhong Xiaoshan put down a plastic bag and sighed: "They have Beibi at home. I found a bag of unused diapers, a small half can of second-stage milk powder, two packs of alcohol wipes, and nothing else."

It is a despairing thing to think about escaping with a baby fed milk powder in the apocalypse.

"This family is lucky. None of the three members of the family were infected. I hope they can escape."

Zhang Su was holding a photo frame in his hand. Inside was a photo of a family of three. It looked very new. It was probably a commemorative photo of the child's 100th day.

"Brother Zhang, can you...can you give me these clothes?"

Wang Guangjun found a few rolls of toilet paper and several sets of clothes. He was carrying a mop in his hand, which looked a bit funny.

"Of course, no problem. If you think it fits you, put it on. When the weather gets cold, stuff some more clothes into your bag for emergencies. But Lao Wang, what are you doing with a mop?"

Zhang Su frowned and pointed at the mop in his hand with the mop head dry and set.

Wang Guangjun smiled when he heard that he could wear clothes, and then raised the mop in his hand: "I'm going to make a weapon for self-defense."

"How do you plan to modify this old wooden stick?"

Zhang Su looked at the mop in Wang Guangjun's hand and really didn't like it. "Hehe." Wang Guangjun showed a simple smile and said: "There is no other technique. Just sharpen the head to use it."

Zhang Su nodded noncommittally, didn't say anything, and let Wang Guangjun do whatever he wanted.

After searching for supplies, several people stood in front of the window and opened the curtains, looking at the scene ahead in a daze.

Building No. 4 is located in the northernmost part of Shengqin Homestead. The wall that separates it is not a street, but another old city redevelopment community called Tiezhuangli. The houses are all six plus one, and they are basically all resettled households. The population density is very low.

But no matter how small the population is, the Tiezhuangli community is still miserable.

Wandering zombies can be seen everywhere. The roof of the carousel specially built for children collapsed, and several struggling zombies were trapped underneath. Broken human limbs were scattered in the sports equipment area, with burnt walls, broken windows, and blood-stained ground. ,Everywhere.

The most conspicuous thing is that someone was hung up by a network cable when he jumped from a building. After turning into a zombie, he couldn't break free. He unconsciously waved his arms in the air, causing his whole body to twist back and forth. It was very miserable.

"It's so terrible. I really don't know when this disaster will end!"

Even Zhong Xiaoshan, who was used to seeing life and death in the hospital, couldn't help but cover her mouth.

"Someone is asking for help..."

Zhang Su helplessly pointed to a building farther away.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough they saw a woman behind the window holding a large cardboard with "SOS" painted on it. She must have seen them, her eyes were locked on their side.

"Poor girl."

Wang Guangjun shook his head and suddenly thought that his son might be like this woman, struggling to survive in the cracks. He couldn't bear to turn his head.

Swish.

Zhang Su closed the curtains again, preferring to face the darkness rather than continue to witness the scene of hell...

It was already afternoon when the explosion occurred, and the sky soon became dark.

"Ha, I said Lao Wang, is this what you relied on to survive?"

Zhang Su licked the white yogurt on his lips, and a touch of happy satisfaction appeared on his face.

This delicious food that was once easily available has now become a luxury product. After a power outage, it won't take long for the yogurt that needs to be refrigerated to go bad, and the room-temperature yogurt will gradually become moldy over time.

Wang Guangjun scratched his disheveled hair and said with a smile: "I drank milk for two days, and then I started drinking yogurt when the milk went rancid... Do you have enough? I still have a few boxes over there!"

As he spoke, he went to get the dirty satchel beside him.

"That's enough, Lao Wang. Before you find supplies, you can't eat Haisai indiscriminately. You have to exercise moderation. By the way... don't you get choked up when you eat instant noodles like this?"

Zhang Su pulled the instant noodle bag on the table speechlessly.

He took three boxes of yogurt from Lao Wang, and he also gave Wang Guangjun two packs of instant noodles.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't tasted the salty taste for several days. Wang Guangjun's eyes turned green when he saw instant noodles. It was like eating crispy noodles when he was a child. He mashed them into pieces and sprinkled them with seasonings, even the sauce packets. Licking it clean.

Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan were both stunned by Wang Guangjun's appearance of dry noodles, and they secretly discussed whether they would give him a bag of snail noodles to chew on. I'm afraid the teeth are not weaker than those of zombies!
"Brother Zhang, you don't know what it feels like to go without salt for five or six days. It's so uncomfortable..."

Wang Guangjun licked his lips and touched the shriveled instant noodle bag. He was obviously still unsatisfied and said, "Brother Zhang, I will exchange three boxes of yogurt with you for two packs of instant noodles and half a box of cigarettes. How about that?"

(End of this chapter)