Endless Road of Corpse

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Winter came quickly, just after November, and it was the first snow I'd ever seen in my life.

All autumn we were like squirrels, preparing for the winter. The several hundred kilograms of food that Ghost Market had distributed were sufficient for the winter. But aside from the several tens of kilograms of soybeans, most of them were rice and flour. There were sufficient carbohydrates, but they were seriously lacking in proteins and vitamins.

It's a good thing that with the existence of Ghost Market, we have a sufficiently safe place to exchange for the materials that we need. Although meat is extremely rare, as long as someone sells it, the price we pay isn't high. In this era of extreme scarcity, all of the meat became extremely luxurious food. Basically, no one could afford to eat it. A catty of rice was enough to feed an adult for several days. However, fresh meat was hard to preserve, even if it were to be preserved. Just like my childhood, when an old woman in the village raised an old hen and laid an egg every day for more than ten days, she would go around the market and trade it for some salt and vinegar. A chicken was the main source of her life, and an egg was something she couldn't bear to eat even if she died, but when she brought it to the market, she couldn't get much money because very few people could afford to buy eggs.

And our biggest harvest is the vegetable patch that the Uncle Feng carefully manages. First, the rapeseed and the cabbage were mature, especially the rapeseed, which had a large yield and a long growth period. Then there were the carrots and potatoes, although their roots were very small and grotesquely shaped because of lack of fertilizer, which made one doubt that they were not of the same species as the large and even things they had seen in the market before, but at least they had fruits, and both were very resistant to storage, and the Uncle Feng had left them in the ground to eat and dig at any time. He said that if they could be eaten in the spring of next year, they would certainly not be wasted on things like radish, which we had never noticed before.

Broad beans were not very satisfactory. Most of the pods were empty. A piece of vegetable field could only produce five catties of beans and dried grains. It was a pity that they had no taste for food. Fortunately, the broad beanstalk could be used as firewood, which could be considered as another harvest.

Of course, the biggest surprise was still the powerful pigeons. Just like what Big Force said, a pair of pigeons gives birth to two eggs a month, and a month after the eggs hatch, they mature sexually and lay eggs again. So in just three months, we already have six pairs of pigeons! San Mao had once suggested that they leave only one male pigeon to grow seeds. But the strong saying is that pigeons are monogamous, one dead, the other will not mate with other pigeons. San Mao said that he did not expect this pigeon to be very pure. I thought it would be great if it was like you, maybe even catching an eagle today.

Everyone's face had regained the color of blood, and although their bodies were still lean and lean, they were no longer the same weak and frail body that they were before. For someone like San Mao, whose body was already good to begin with, with a body that had become fat and strong instead, looked like it was filled with vigor and vigor.

However, most of the people's days were not so good. Ever since the first snowfall, they had been starving to death, and many of the people they had just met died in the wilderness on the second day. As for the remaining people, they looked no different from Zombie s.

We haven't been out much since it started snowing, because it's too dangerous, and the danger comes from people who are hungry and have no hope of surviving the winter. These people were fearless due to their despair. Hunger made them even more crazy. The civilization that humans had worked hard to build for thousands of years quickly collapsed on them, revealing the true face of a wild beast.

In their eyes, only those weaker than them would be their prey. These people would often gather together and attack the human settlements they scouted, and even besieged the Ghost Market once, and were finally ordered by the Mayor Chen to use heavy machine guns to shoot a large number of people. Only then was the scene stopped, but San Mao said that after this battle, the ammunition reserve for the Ghost Market was most likely seen through. It looks beautiful, but it's actually just a silver pewter spearhead. " San Mao has always held Ghost Market and Mayor Chen in contempt, I think that the majority of the reasons are probably because they still bear a grudge towards Liu Guojun after taking him in.

During this time we have converted our sanctuary. This place was originally a stainless steel processing plant, opened by a distant nephew of the Aunt Chen. When the stock market was at its peak, she made a lot of money and quickly set up real estate, covering more than ten acres of land in the industrial area. However, after the collapse of the domestic stock market, the real economy became even more depressed, so he could only build a factory in the area facing the street.

We completely sealed off the side of the factory and dragged a few Zombie's corpses along with us and threw them at the entrance, creating the illusion that there were piles of Zombie inside. The entire factory was a rectangular structure, and we lived at the far end of the clearing. On one hand, it's to prevent moisture. On the other hand, it's to make it easier for us to move, so all of us moved to the second floor. San Mao, Monkey, and I will be living in one room while Uncle Feng and Aunt Chen and Little Casey will be living in another.

The first floor is a living space, the kitchen and dining room are together, it is also our living room, in the cold winter, the happiest thing is that everyone eats around the stove, the warm stove is the center of all of us, although because of the lack of fuel, the stove cannot burn all the time, but as long as there is a meal, the Uncle Feng lights the stove, as long as everyone has nothing to do, everyone will come over, everyone will circle, laugh and make a scene, as if we have returned to civilization. The new monkey here made a great contribution. Before he became a thief, he was a tinsmith, with a sheet of white iron. He cut and cut, hammered and hammered, and became a tool of all kinds. And in this stainless steel factory, stored tons of galvanized iron!

The monkey added a thick piece of cast iron to our three-eyed honeycomb stove, then built a long line of pipes with a white sheet of iron. He made a zigzag walk around the two bedrooms on the second floor and then went up to the third floor before releasing the smoke from an unremarkable place. In this way, on one hand, the exhaust pipe became a heating pipe, and on the other hand, the smoke gradually cooled down in the long pipeline.

In addition, Monkey also forged a lot of useful things, such as buckets, sprinkling jugs, pots and pans, and so on, the most impressive thing is that he can actually make stoves, various types of iron stoves, these are our most sought after goods in the Ghost Market, almost as soon as they were in the city they surrounded us and took them all away, if not because we were afraid of attracting too much attention, we could just sell these stoves and we would become the richest people in this era!

On the first floor, in addition to the living room, there was a studio, and in the middle of the building, in a patio, we pulled up a thick curtain around us. This was where the monkeys made the tin, and where we made the tools and weapons.

After the autumn harvest was completed, the Uncle Feng used the seeds that we traded in from Ghost Market, including radish, cauliflower, spinach, and white cabbage, as well as the original rapeseed and cabbage. This winter, our vegetables can be said to be very abundant.

After Liu Guojun left, Casey seemed to have become a completely different person. She was no longer that submissive and cautious person, even though shesheas still a little scared when she saw San Mao and I, but she got along well with the others, especially with Yang Yufan. Ever since Lin Hao died, Yang Yufan, who has a huge generation gap with us, poured all of his hot blood into Little Casey, and even started to teach him how to read. Now that Little Casey has always been attached to him, we all say that when Yang Yufan was young, he was still a virgin, and already had a daughter.