Eye of the Wasteland

Chapter 11
After the woman and her companion communicated with the supervisor of the construction site, Wu Yunhao and other homeless people were assigned to a construction site.

Their tasks are to excavate earth, transport waste soil and bricks, sift fine sand, and mix cement.

As the only wounded member of the team, Wu Yunhao was lucky enough to be assigned to sifting sand and mixing cement with an old man and a child of about teens.

Afterwards, Wu Yunhao followed the ragged old man to scoop up the sand in front of him with a shovel, and then sprinkled it on the erected filter.

And the teenage child mixed the sifted fine sand with cement powder and water in proportion, and then began to stir them skillfully.

Because of the injury on his arm, although the recovery speed of the injury was far beyond Wu Yunhao's expectation, Wu Yunhao still had to stop and rest for a while from time to time.

As for the old man, because of old age and frailty, when Wu Yunhao rested, he would also rest with him.

Seeing that the teenage child was very skilled at mixing cement, Wu Yunhao smiled and said to the old man in front of him, "This kid...is really good at it."

The old man who was resting with a shovel glanced at the silent child when he heard the words, and then replied with a smile, "This is my grandson."

Wu Yunhao then looked at the old man with a little surprise: "You two are...grandfather and grandson?"

The old man smiled and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and face, then nodded with a smile and replied: "When the Doomsday War happened, Xiaobei's parents were both working in the city, and they were destroyed by missiles along with the city. "

"This kid was lucky. He happened to be sent to the countryside for summer vacation during that time, so he escaped by chance. From then on, the two of us have lived together in this wasteland."

After looking again at the ragged old man in front of him, and then at the silent child, Wu Yunhao said, "It's good to be alive now, besides, your town is pretty good."

Looking around with a smile, the old man replied to Wu Yunhao: "This town is not bad, but we, grandpa and grandson, have no chance of living here."

Sighing lightly, the old man reluctantly continued to smile and said, "Just like you, we also came to work from a nearby homeless stronghold."

Looking at the silent child again curiously, Wu Yunhao asked again: "This child looks fine. Aren't the survivor cities and towns willing to accept these healthy children?"

He also turned his head to look at the child, and a self-deprecating expression appeared on the old man's face: "Yes, the survivor cities and towns are willing to have this child, but they don't want me, a bad old man."

"Although Xiao Bei doesn't talk much, he is still very filial. He doesn't want to leave me alone, so we, grandpa and grandson, live together in a nearby homeless stronghold."

Speaking of this, the old man asked Wu Yunhao: "Son, why did you suffer such a serious injury?"

Wu Yunhao shrugged his shoulders with a helpless smile and replied: "It's bad luck. I met a mutant when I came by car from another homeless stronghold, but I was lucky enough to save my life."

Nodding lightly, the old man said to Wu Yunhao: "Then you are lucky. Our team encountered mutants before, and none of them came back. It's good to be alive."

At this moment, Wu Yunhao and the old man came from behind a burst of scolding: "What are you two talking about, if you have the energy to chat, you can't hurry up and work, if you don't want to do it, get out!"

Turning their heads and glanced at the patrolling town guards, Wu Yunhao and the smiling old man hurriedly picked up the shovel again and continued to sift the sand.

After the pile of sand in front of him was sifted, a homeless person on the other side brought two more carts of sand. Before taking a breath, Wu Yunhao and the old man could only look at each other and smile, and then continued to pick up the shovel.

After sifting ten carts of sand one after another, the town guard over there announced the end of today's work with a gong.

Maybe it was because many homeless people came in the evening, or because they were afraid that these yellow and skinny homeless people would run away, so the town guards walked to the center of the construction site with a few iron buckets.

"Come, come, come, this is the mayor of our Ningquan Town. Thanks to everyone's hard work for our Ningquan Town, this is the supper for everyone."

"Everyone line up, those who just come at night are given priority, come, come, come, line up, everyone has it, don't crowd, or don't blame me for whipping you twice."

Hearing that there was supper available, Wu Yunhao quickly stood up from the ground, and hurriedly motioned for the old man and the child to follow him, and then the three quickly rushed to the line that had already started to gather.

It sounds like a high-end supper, but in fact it is rice soup that is casually boiled with water from the leftover rice of the wealthy families in the town, plus a spoonful of swill mixed with leftover dishes, and half a steamed Potato.

But even so, for the wasteland where there is a shortage of food and supplies, this is still a good meal.

It's free after all, so what more could you ask for?

The warm rice soup was poured into his mouth with side dishes, Wu Yunhao let out a long sigh of satisfaction, and then took a big bite of half a potato in his hand.

At this time, the town guards pushed two carts of wood with a small cart, and then dumped the two carts of wood on the wasteland next to the construction site.

The homeless team members who were standing next to the construction site, smoking and chatting hurriedly rushed up and helped the town guards prepare two bonfires with a smile.

After the two bonfires were lit, the homeless team members surrounded a few town guards to smoke, and the homeless people on the construction site came to the bonfire with bowls to keep warm.

These two piles of bonfires are the guarantee for all of them to be warm tonight.

After many homeless people finished their supper one after another, they sent the licked clean bowls back to the vats placed by the town guards on the construction site, and then returned to lie down in front of the campfire, wrapped tightly in their clothes.

After the grandpa and grandson picked a good place by the bonfire, Wu Yunhao wrapped up the old camouflage coat on his body tightly, curled himself up as much as possible and lay down on the ground.

Although the wound on the arm and right eye was still aching, and the chest and stomach also occasionally hurt, but under the warmth of the campfire, the exhaustion quickly overwhelmed the pain.

"Come, come, come, everyone is up, enough sleep."

"Hurry up, get up for me, don't dawdle, or you won't have breakfast!"

Amidst the sound of gongs and roars, Wu Yunhao, who felt that he had just fallen asleep, slowly opened his eyes.

The sky was already slightly bright, and the guards of the small town walked by beating gongs not far away.

On the wasteland, a new day has begun.

　The new issue still continues to ask for various things!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)