Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

Chapter 16 Surviving Seven Days
She remembered very clearly that these bloodstains were new ones.

what happened?

She is the only one in the entire first floor, who is fighting outside her door?

I have never seen zombies killing each other...

Mu Cang shook her head, confused, but after waiting for a long time and still no knock on the door, she turned around in frustration and carried her son back to the kitchen to have dinner!

Xiao Zai chewed the shrimp in his mouth and asked, "Mom, why don't you open the door and take a look?"

Mu Cang immediately refused and told him sternly, "You must never open the door, you know? Do not open the door under any circumstances."

He asked again: "What if it's dad?"

Mu Cang swallowed the food in his mouth, and said sullenly: "Your father can open the door by himself."

"Well."

Xiao Zai nodded, ate seriously, and stopped talking.

A plate of fried vegetables and shrimps, and a pot of rice, the mother and son ate them up.

After the meal, Mu Cang was in charge of cleaning the bowls and chopsticks, and Xiao Zai was in charge of placing them on the drainer. Suddenly, the small light on the range hood went out.

"Mom, there's a power outage."

"No, I thought it would last longer."

Mu Cang pressed the panel on the range hood, and the small light stopped turning on. She then took out the small night light in her pocket, touched the position of the socket, pressed it down, and the night light did not turn on again.

"It's really out of power."

She quickly turned on the gas stove. Fortunately, the natural gas was still available, and so was the water.

"Mother."

Xiao Zai could only see his mother through the firelight.

Although the glass window in the kitchen is frosted and opaque, Mucang put a layer of black cloth inside just in case.

In a kitchen without electricity, there is only blue fire to illuminate.

She took out an aromatherapy candle and placed it next to Xiao Zai, "The electricity is gone, I don't know how long the water and gas can last, mother will make some food that is convenient for storage, and Zaizai will be responsible for filling up the water, okay? "

Xiao Zai nodded.

Mu Cang found out two buckets and three basins, and asked her son to watch over them to drain the water. Then she went to the bathroom and filled the bathtub with water. Even the sink was completely filled with water.

Even so, the supplies at home will not last long.

She knew it.

But living a day is a day, and Mu Cang has no clear long-term plans at this moment.

Just like this, four days passed in a blink of an eye while I was stuck at home.

The zombie brother outside the window of the master bedroom was still hanging in the air, neither eating nor drinking, but still full of energy, with his golden head hanging down, and the wind blowing over the window from time to time.

Mu Cang was very worried, fearing that the zombie brother would break the glass of the master bedroom one day.

She was still figuring out how to do it until this morning, when she suddenly discovered that she couldn't hear the sound of the zombie pendulum clock.

I opened the curtain and looked around, and found that some kind neighbor was using a staircase on the seventh floor to extend the rope far away.

In the absence of wind, Brother Zombie can only float two meters away from the window.

Xiao Zai also tilted his head. Seeing this scene, he followed his mother's line of sight and looked upstairs. He asked, "Mom, can't the rope be cut?"

Mu Cang was taken aback, and replied, "Maybe, keep cutting."

She remembered that there lived an old retired couple on the seventh floor. They were both almost eighty years old. Compared with cutting the rope, they probably had no strength to support such a heavy and long aluminum alloy ladder. So, who was it? Can some kind person help?
Mu Cang scratched her head, she couldn't figure it out, and she didn't have the courage to go upstairs to thank her, so she could only silently wish the two old people good health and a long and smooth life.

Today is the seventh day of the zombie crisis. Unfortunately, the natural gas is out.

Mu Cang took the gas card and swiped it again and again to make sure that there was still a balance in the card and that it was not her family's gas.

There is no electricity, no gas, and only water left, so we can only live a primitive life.

Mucang used a large hourglass in Xiao Zhi's study as a simple stove. He knocked off the useless quicksand, turned it upside down, straightened it, placed a small milk pot on the circular opening, and lit a fire underneath.

After ordering two books, it finally ignited.

"Mom, can this be burned?"

Xiao Zai dug out a palm-sized root carving from his father's bookcase. It had a strange shape and poor workmanship.

Mucang remembered this root carving.

Five years ago, on the night of her birthday, Xiao Zhi worked overtime, didn't come home, and his phone was turned off.

She cooked a table of dishes and bought cakes herself.

She frequently opened the door to look out, and it was almost early morning before waiting for Xiao Zhi to come back.

His face was cold, his brows were full of exhaustion, and he was holding such a small root carving in his hand.

She thought it was a birthday present, so she jumped over excitedly to look at it, but was thrown away by Xiao Zhi and bumped into the coat hook of the entrance cabinet.

At that time, the bump was painful.

The root carving also went into the trash can.

This carving looked like the carving work of a novice. She thought that a person like Xiao Zhi, who pursues perfection in everything, would get angry because he was embarrassed. She quietly picked up the carving and put it in the small drawer of her cloakroom, cherishing it. The most important.

But I don't know how this carving got to the drawer of the study.

"mom!"

Seeing his mother distracted, Xiao Zai yelled again.

Mu Cang rubbed his face in embarrassment, and smiled, "It can be burned, why can't it be burned, the size is just right."

After getting mother's permission, Xiao Zai stuffed the root carving into the shelf of the hourglass.

I don’t know what was painted on the shiny root carving, but it turned out to be fireproof. Not only did it not catch fire, it almost suppressed the remaining flames.

Mu Cang hurriedly picked up the root carving with chopsticks, "Uh...it might not be suitable."

Xiao Zai nodded sadly, "Then I'll look for others."

After a while, he trotted over with a box of wooden building blocks, "Mom, these are for you to burn."

Mu Cang was a little bit reluctant, "This is your favorite set of building blocks."

Xiao Zai pretended to be a serious little adult, and waved his hands, "It's okay, I have grown up, I don't have time to play with building blocks."

Mu Cang suddenly felt a mixture of emotions and felt sour in his heart, but he knew that his son was telling the truth. At the moment, the first priority was to provide food and clothing and survive, and there was no need to worry about toys.

Even in the large emergency backpack that is always kept behind the door, there is no place reserved for toys.

These subtle changes are accelerating the growth of ignorant children.

After a while, Xiao Zai brought over his puzzle again, put it away, and waited for his mother to burn it.

The small milk pot is bubbling and bubbling, and the rice fragrance is overflowing.

"Zai Zai, bring a small bowl to serve the porridge, don't be busy."

Mu Cang used a colander to serve the porridge, naturally the dry rice grains went into his son's bowl, and the soup and water went into her bowl.

Euphemistically called it, my mother likes to eat clearer porridge.

The food at home, with careful planning, can last up to a month.

A month later, she had to go out to search for supplies. As long as she stepped out of this door, there was a risk that she would not be able to come back.

She rubbed her son's thin little face and suppressed the fear that was exposed. She didn't dare to imagine what would happen to her child if she didn't survive.

Xiao Zai only ate less than half of the bowl, then put down his spoon and said, "Mom, I'm full."

"That's it?" Mu Cang thought his son was reluctant to eat, so he coaxed, "Did Mom ever say that we need to operate on a disc? Look, it's a pity to waste so much rice porridge."

Xiao Zai wrinkled his face, rubbed his belly and said, "Mom helps eat."

Mu Cang shook her milk pot of porridge and said, "Look, mommy also has a big pot. Zaizai can eat it by himself, and finish it obediently. Don't leave even a grain of rice."

Xiao Zai still shook his head, with a bitter face, "I'm so full, I don't want to eat."

Seeing that he was rubbing his belly, Mu Cang hurriedly opened his clothes to look, and found that his belly was swollen, which was outrageous, so he hurriedly asked, "Did you eat something secretly?"

(End of this chapter)