Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1558 Living Like a Mouse
The fire flickered and the wood crackled.

The burning smoke was blown away by the open windows at the front and back.

A gust of wind blew, and Lin Muguang was covered in smoke.

He shifted his position.

There were more than twenty people sitting in the room, and each of them remained silent.

After a minute, Lin Muguang finally spoke:

"We can consider what Lao Zheng said, but we have worked hard to grow these crops over the past few months. We have put in a lot of sweat and effort. It would be a pity to abandon this place and go to the trading market."

"How about this. When the crops are ripe, I will personally take the grain to the market to sell it. I can also talk to the people in Oil City. If the jobs and treatment they offer us are good, then we will all move to the market."

"If not, then we'll continue to stay here."

"I agree with Captain Lin's idea." Zheng Hanbing was the first to express his attitude.

"I agree."

"Just do it."

"Captain Lin's method is the most practical one. I agree with it."

Everyone contributed their opinions, and the solution proposed by Lin Muguang was basically supported by everyone.

"But... the people from the Golden Tiger Gang have set their sights on us. What should we do?" Zheng Zheng suddenly asked.

Lin Muguang raised his head and looked at the bright moon outside the window, and said with deep emotion:

"There's nothing we can do. We're not as strong as them, so we should try to avoid them. In the future, everyone should try not to leave the forest park, so as not to be discovered by others."

"Don't go to the trade market for now. The things we have exchanged now are enough for us to use for the next period of time."

Zheng Hanbing frowned and asked, "What should we do with all the vegetables? So many vegetables are ripe, we can't eat them all by ourselves."

"After dehydration and drying, it can be preserved for a long time." Zhao Dongmei said.

Lin Muguang nodded and said, "Yes, slice them and air-dry them to make them like dried vegetables."

"Grass!"

"Damn Old Wu, he's screwing me again!"

Suicheng County, the largest street for second-hand electronic products in the old city.

The streets were filled with zombies walking aimlessly.

Uh-huh! Swish!

Occasionally, there are a few wall-climbing zombies, like Spider-Man, crawling on the facades of shops on the street.

Ding dong!

A wall-climbing zombie jumped from the roof of a car onto a broken street lamp, and the already broken light bulb fell down.

It attracted the attention of other ordinary zombies around and walked towards this side.

Boom!
The wall-climbing zombie jumped up and landed on a scrapped vehicle below. The roof of the vehicle was squeezed and sank, making a crackling sound.

On this street, there is a shop that specializes in repairing and selling electronic products.

The glass door of the shop was shattered, and broken glass was all over the floor. The stainless steel handle was torn off by someone and was hanging in the air, swaying in the wind.

The floor of the store was covered in a paste made of garbage, rotten leaves, and dirt, which had dried up due to the recent hot weather.

Headphones, mobile phones and computers are scattered everywhere.

But these electronic products all have one thing in common: their surfaces are rusted and most of their screens are broken.

Suicheng County has a relatively low terrain, with a river running through the old and new urban areas. The old urban area has been flooded several times in heavy rains and floods in the past few years.

During the last thunderstorm disaster, the flooding lasted for three months and all the shops on the first floor were flooded.

Looking at the street from outside the building, you can see signs of flooding on the facade, which is probably as high as two floors.

All the shops on the ground floor were destroyed.

These electronic products were soaked for several months, and the electronic components inside were basically broken and could no longer be used.

The trading market now accepts various electronic products, which can be exchanged for points.

The better the quality of the electronic product, the more points you can redeem.

When Gong Huo was at the trading market, he heard someone mention that there were things to be found in the second-hand electronic products market here.

So I came here yesterday, thinking that I could get something and buy some delicious food to reward myself during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Who would have thought that after coming here, I found that all the electronic products that looked slightly better had been picked up, leaving only a pile of junk that was completely unusable.

Thinking of this, he felt very depressed.

He is a loner. It's not that he has no friends in the trading market, but he's not that familiar with them.

He temporarily teamed up with others, and he was afraid that if he found something, he would be tricked by his companions.

He had suffered this kind of loss once, and after that he dared not team up with anyone anymore.

He would rather be alone with someone stronger than him, as he is afraid of being robbed and killed.

He is afraid of being held back by stupid teammates who are weaker than him.

Not long after the apocalypse broke out, he once joined a team, but the captain of that team was too saintly and insisted on not giving up on any of the team members.
One time, when one of the team members was surrounded by a group of zombies and was bitten, he insisted on leading everyone to rescue them.

Gong Huo couldn't stand Captain Diao anymore, so he ran away without saying a word.

On the rooftop, he watched with his own eyes as his team members were surrounded and devoured by zombies, and their entire army was wiped out.

From then on, he understood a truth: being in a team is not necessarily as safe as being alone, especially when there is an unreliable leader who will lead everyone into a pit.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and at this moment he was in a dark little warehouse, cursing and swearing at Wu Laosan.

The more he cursed, the more upset he felt. It was clearly a good day, but he was trapped in such a dark warehouse and couldn't even see the moon.

But he only dared to curse in a very small voice, for fear of attracting the zombies outside.

Haw!

Something furry hit him on the head and slid down into his clothes.

He shuddered all over and was about to scream out, but he reacted extremely quickly.

Without hesitation, he pressed his hand on his stomach through his clothes.

Zhizhizhizhi——

After hearing this voice, his previous fear suddenly dissipated, and joy suddenly surged in his heart.

Rat!
God is kind and sent me meat.

Rat meat is also meat. Its protein content is 5 times that of beef. It is low in fat, contains no cholesterol, and is nutritious and healthy.

hiss!
He was bitten in the stomach by a rat, and he grimaced in pain. He put down the sharp bayonet in his right hand, and used both hands to press the rat's body with one hand and the head with the other through his clothes.

Just like wringing a towel, use the friction of the clothes and twist it in the opposite direction with force.

He twisted the mouse's neck violently and broke it.

Only after he was sure that the mouse had been strangled to death did he slowly open his clothes and take the dead mouse out of its stomach.

He took out an ultraviolet lamp from the package and covered it with his hand, leaving only a little light exposed.

Shining the light on the dead mouse, hehe, it was indeed a mouse, but this mouse was a bit thin, probably less than one kilogram.

He checked the mouse to see if there was any blood. He carried a sharp bayonet and dagger, but he did not use them because he did not want to cause blood.

He is now on a busy street in the old city residential area. The bustling scene is the bustling zombies at night. The whole street outside is full of zombies. If he dares to kill a rat with a dagger, it will probably take less than a minute for the zombies who smell the fresh blood to rush over.

He didn't know if the door of the warehouse could withstand the zombies outside.

Since he killed the mouse by breaking its neck, there was no blood at all.

After checking again and again, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He wrapped the rat in a piece of cloth and stuffed it into the food area of ​​his backpack.

After doing all this, he lifted up his shirt and saw a small triangular mark, an equilateral triangle.

"TMD" There was some worry in his eyes, afraid that the mouse was sick and infected with some plague virus.

Even if there is no virus, I am still afraid of wound infection.

He carefully poured some water from the thermos and poured it on the wound on his stomach.

Alcohol is too expensive and requires ten points.

The medicine is expensive and he can’t afford it. He now only has 3.8 points in total.

"What a loss!" Gong Huo took out half a tortilla left over from lunch from his backpack.

He ate the tortilla slowly. He took a bite of a piece and held it in his mouth until his saliva soaked the tortilla before he swallowed it and occasionally drank a sip of water.

Eating in this way allows the tortilla to be fully mixed with saliva, allowing it to be better digested and every nutrient to be squeezed out to provide him with energy.

It took him more than half an hour to eat, but he only ate a quarter of the tortilla. He wrapped the rest in cloth and would have it for breakfast the next day.

As for the rat, I can roast some rat meat for lunch tomorrow, which will be the first time I’ve had meat this month.

There was a dull pain in his stomach where the rat had bitten him, so he leaned against the warehouse door and turned off the ultraviolet light.

The moon is very bright today. The moonlight outside shines into the store, refracting through the walls of the store and into the gap in the warehouse door.

Although the moonlight had become very dim after all this trouble, at least in this pitch-dark warehouse, the moonlight coming through the gap under the door was the only light in the warehouse.

Looking at the dark warehouse and smelling the strong musty odor, Gong Huo was in a daze.

My mind was full of thoughts. At first I was worried that the rat bite would cause inflammation and infection. Then I was thinking about how to eat the rat for lunch tomorrow.

As he was thinking, he fell asleep.
He dreamed that he was lying on a comfortable sofa, watching a melodramatic TV series on TV. The doorbell rang, and he got up and went to the door to pick up the takeaway.

He took a pile of lobster, barbecue, beer and lamb skewers back to the comfortable sofa, eating his midnight snack while watching a melodramatic TV series, his mouth full of oil.

Just when he was eating so much that his belly was full and drinking so much that he was a little tipsy, a tall and hot beauty in loose pajamas came out of the bedroom door, looked at him pitifully and said coquettishly:

Husband, why aren't you asleep yet? Come in quickly.
He imagined himself wiping the oil off his hands and mouth, then happily holding his wife's hand and going into the room to work.

In his sleep, he was drooling and looked very enjoyable, as if he had reached the peak of his life.

Oil City.

Zuo Ruxue, Xiao Hu and others who were transporting food and oil from the north returned here before dark.

The imperial concubine joined the transport team, so she also followed them back to the trading market.

The dinner in Oil City is much better than usual, but not as good as that in the Dazhangshu headquarters base.

Su Qian and the cooking team worked for a long time and prepared a fairly sumptuous meal for everyone.

The vegetables in the ancient tomb bunker are also ripe, and there are people selling wild vegetables at the market every day.
Therefore, the level 123 personnel in the oil city can also eat fresh vegetables.

No one was allowed to drink in the oil city, but they just gathered in the cafeteria to have a sumptuous dinner.
Uncle San spoke to everyone and then everyone went about their own business.

Today's trading market is very lively, with crowds of people bustling around. Some shops even hang up a few paper lanterns.

The imperial concubine stood on the wall of the oil city, looking at the bustling trading market not far away, her eyes sparkling with wonder, and she sighed:
"It's been less than three months since I left, and the market has turned into this! It's changed so much!"

Old Huang puffed on his cigarette, slowly exhaling white smoke.

"Yeah, I was also surprised when I came here a while ago. I have to say it's a miracle."

The imperial concubine glanced at Lao Huang and said jokingly with a smile:
"Manager Huang, you are now the manager of the trading market. I am really amazing that I can even talk to Manager Huang."

"You girl, even dinner tonight can't stop you from talking!" Old Huang cursed.

Then he said with some concern:
"You said you were doing well in the North, and being a militia captain was so comfortable, but you had to run to the transport brigade, running around all day, and the risks increased exponentially. What was your purpose?"

The imperial concubine's eyes were firm: "For freedom, because I like it."

"You, you, I don't know what to say to you." Old Huang pointed at the imperial concubine with his yellowed index finger, shook his head and sighed repeatedly.

When the imperial concubine saw that Lao Huang wanted to talk about herself but didn't know what to say about herself, she obviously felt cared for. Lao Huang looked very much like her father at this moment.

"Hahaha, if I don't join the transport team, you won't be able to see me during the Mid-Autumn Festival." The imperial concubine's voice was brisk, and anyone with a discerning eye could hear that she was in a good mood at the moment.

Old Huang paused as he smoked, "In the future, pay more attention to safety. It's okay to be a little cowardly when you need to be. The most important thing is to save your life."

It would not be good if others heard what he said.

But he still said it, which also shows that he really regards the imperial concubine as his own, which is why he said such heartfelt words.

The imperial concubine felt a little warm in her heart and nodded, "Okay."

Xiao Ye walked over from the other side of the wall and said to the imperial concubine excitedly:
"Sister Guifei, let's go to the trade fair. It's so lively outside."

"There is a match worth watching tonight, Shen Xiaoxiao versus Liu Wenlong."

The imperial concubine asked in confusion: "Ring match? What is that?"

Xiao Ye quickly explained: "Oh, it's a gladiatorial fight. Two people are on the ring, fighting with their bodies without weapons."

"Now, many people from the Operations Department and the Civilian Armed Forces Department often come to participate in the duel, and the survivors in the trade fair will also participate. The fistfights are so exciting!"

Ever since Li Yu watched the ring match that time, he came up with an idea to use the ring match to hone the close combat strength of the members of their own team.

At the same time, we can also select some people with good strength from these survivors and recruit them.

The imperial concubine asked again with some doubt: "I remember that Shen Xiaoxiao worked at a gas station, didn't she?"

"It's okay. You can go if you want. It would be a waste if Sister Shen doesn't go." Xiao Ye said excitedly, "Let's go."

The imperial concubine's curiosity was also aroused, so she said hello to Lao Huang and followed Xiao Ye down the wall to the arena.

(Ask for monthly ticket)