20demayo Chapter 513 World 1: He is not
Chapter 513 World 1: He is not
Chapter 513 World Eleven: He is not
Tu Qingyu: "No, what about the food?"
With so many people, does everyone bring enough food?
Yan Yu: "Didn't a lot of people die when we were fighting mutant ants? There were several cars full of food.
When we passed the small zombie wave later, some more people died. Another time, there was a herd of wild boars, but there was no mutated wild boar herd.
If we kill all the wild boars, won’t the meat come out?
Brother Heng gathered all the food together. If he had something to eat at home, he would eat it. If he didn't have any, he would come to Brother Heng to get some. "
Tu Qingyu: "In that case, those who have food to eat will also be willing to do so?"
Yan Yu: "Of course not. At the beginning, some people hid their own food and ran to Brother Heng to get food. Brother Heng saw through it at a glance. In the end, Brother Heng said that if this happened twice, he would chase them away. Let’s go, they will stop now.”
"Brother Heng also said that those who receive food will not be able to receive it for long. They must find a way on their own, either by killing zombies and getting zombie cores in exchange, or by finding ways to find wild animals. In short, they cannot always rely on others to distribute food. "
In fact, at first they were unwilling to eat wild boar, wild vegetables and mushrooms in the mountains, and Bo Heng did as they pleased.
Later, a man was really hungry and asked Bo Heng for some meat.
After the first person eats it and doesn't turn into a zombie, the experienced people will go to find wild vegetables and other things within a safe range.
Tu Qingyu already understood the general situation. She stood up and moved around, then led the macho man out of the tent.
They were now in a clearing outside the woods. To be precise, it was a river bed.
Because in front of the clearing is a river that is about to dry up.
There were small groups of people in the open space. They gathered together. Some of them set up pots, and those who didn't have pots lit a fire and barbecued meat.
Some people were collecting firewood not far away, while others were building stoves with stones.
After this period of escape, their expressions were more or less in a trance.
But fortunately, the complexion is not sallow, and no one is hungry and thin after a few days.
She took two steps forward and stared at the river, "No one drinks this water, right?"
"No, no, Brother Bo said it from the beginning. There is something on the upper reaches of the river. It is different from wild vegetables. The water cannot be drunk."
"That's good."
Tu Qingyu: "Dabao, tell me, how did Bo Heng know that the river water is not drinkable? How can a person be so smart?"
Dabao: "Master, when he passed a river before, he saw a zombie soaking in the water."
Tu Qingyu: "That's it."
She turned to Yan Yu and asked, "What about their water?"
Yan Yu: "When we were escaping, someone brought water. Later, when everyone had about the same amount of water, we passed by a village, and there was actually a well in that village.
Brother Heng caught several mice and tested them. After confirming that the well was fine, he let people pretend. "
"So far, as long as you save some money, no one should be short of water, right?"
At this time, Bo Heng's subordinate Wan Chang came over and said, "Sister Tu, Brother Yu, the food is ready. Come over and have lunch."
He pointed to a big pot not far from the tent. In front of the big pot were around a dozen young people, including Bo Heng and his men.
She nodded, "Okay."
As soon as she got closer, Bo Heng handed her a bowl, which turned out to be a bowl of thick white porridge.
"You just woke up. Drink some white porridge and a bowl of custard. If you can still eat it, you can eat some beef."
Tu Qingyu took the porridge and curled her lips, "I actually don't like eating too bland food."
Bo Heng paused and said, "Sorry, but I think..."
"But it doesn't matter." Before he finished speaking, Tu Qingyu raised his head and looked at him, "The porridge my brother gave me is sweet, I'm happy to drink it."
Of course she didn't dislike the stuff, or she just wanted to tease Bo Heng.
Being able to cook a bowl of porridge and a bowl of custard so quickly in the apocalypse is already very good and thoughtful.
Her sweet look was completely different from that day when she was killing everyone.
Bo Heng's subordinates felt their teeth aching when they heard the voice of "brother."
"You..." Bo Heng didn't know what to say for a moment. It took him a long time to hold back two words, "Eat quickly."
"Okay brother, you should eat quickly, brother."
Next to her, Jiaojiao was eating canned cats, and the macho man was nibbling fresh bamboo shoots.
Someone couldn't help but ask, "No, senior brother, where did these bamboo shoots come from?"
He didn't remember what bamboo forest they passed through?
The senior brother used to eat with them. Why did Miss Tu start to improve the food as soon as she woke up?
Bo Heng also saw the bamboo shoots in the strong man's hand, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.
"I'll eat you, there's so much nonsense."
"No, boss..."
"I put it up before." Seeing that Tu Qingyu was concentrating on drinking the porridge, Bo Heng took the initiative to explain.
The little girl is also big-hearted and not afraid of people being suspicious.
The young man nodded, "That's it."
It seems that the boss wants to show off in front of Sister Tu.
Only after Sister Tu wakes up will she improve Senior Brother's food.
He knew that the boss treated Sister Tu differently.
After eating, just as they were packing up and preparing to set off again, a scream suddenly came from the crowd not far away.
Several young people stood up and said, "Boss, something happened up front."
"what--!"
"Zombie! It's a zombie. He's going to turn into a zombie. Kill him quickly!"
"You're talking nonsense, what kind of zombie! He's not! Don't talk nonsense! He's not!"
A sharp female voice sounded. Tu Qingyu looked over there and did see a little evil in the crowd.
Several people walked towards the place where the commotion occurred.
I saw a woman in her thirties or forties wearing yellow long sleeves holding the child tightly in her arms.
She kept mumbling, "He's not a zombie... How could this happen? It's impossible, it's impossible. With such clear water, he won't turn into a zombie!"
Those people were surrounding her, on guard, ready to escape at any moment.
"His, his fingernails have turned black, and he says he's not."
"Yes, he still has eyes. I said you should let him go quickly, otherwise you will be bitten too."
"That's right, we can still hold down this little zombie. If you are so big, you turn into a zombie and harm us again. Aren't you losing your conscience?"
"Kill him, kill him."
"Yes, kill him and he will become a zombie."
"Kill him! Kill him!"
……
"No, no, no, he is not, he is still so young, he is my son, he is a human being, how can you kill someone..."
She held the child tightly in her arms and insisted that no one touch the child in her arms.
"If you really can't bear it, then you and your son can die together." Someone in the crowd suddenly said this.