Busy Farming In the Last Days

Xiao Chao stood next to the refrigerator, looked up at the electrical appliances that were several times higher than him, and looked down at Ji Cha, who was squatting at his feet and rummaged.

Xiaochao's parents are working outside, usually taken by his grandparents. After witnessing the corpse of his grandparents, his whole body became taciturn. Because Zhang Qinqin has been taking care of him, Xiaochao is now relying on him wholeheartedly.

As for the other people in the factory, Xiaochao is obviously more accepting of women with kind attitudes, and they are still very reticent about Ji Cha. Ji Cha himself likes children very much, especially Xiao Chao, who is only three years old but unexpectedly sensible.

There is no hoarding of things like popsicles in Season Tea. After all, I was busy purchasing other necessities at that time, and there was no leisure time to figure this out. It took him a long time to find a two-sectioned gourd-shaped popsicle from the frozen layer.

Anyhow, I found it, and Ji Cha breathed a sigh of relief.

He closed the refrigerator, lowered his head and broke the popsicle in half. With a crisp sound, Xiao Chao's sight followed.

"Want to eat?" Ji Cha smiled at him, and handed half of it to Xiaochao.

Xiao Chao looked at him, his white tender face and slightly pursed lips moved along with his nodding, revealing a small dimple.

Zhang Qinqin would not let him eat such iced things. Xiao Chao still remembered that in the kindergarten, only when the weather was particularly hot, the teachers would give out refrigerated mung bean soup, not even the grandparents at home.

He was happy in his heart, and even before leaving, he whispered to Ji Cha, "Thank you, brother."

Xiao Chao ran off after speaking, afraid that Zhang Qinqin would see it.

Ji Cha gave Xiaochao such a cute child, and even forgot a lot of worries. He took the remaining half of the popsicle and walked out. He was about to go upstairs to check the situation on the second floor. However, when he was about to take a bath and sleep, he heard a cry of exclamation from the living room.

He subconsciously aroused his spirit, pressed his hand against the wall and fiddled with it, and rushed over like an oar, "What's the matter?"

The elders and Zhang Qinqin sitting in the living room downstairs watching TV. Zhang Xing and Wang Qin went upstairs to tinker with the computer after having dinner.

"The TV is gone." Zhang Qinqin turned her head, her expression a little dignified, "At the beginning of the afternoon, several major TV stations lost their signals, and now even the CCTV is gone."

Season Tea took advantage of the opportunity to watch it, and there was a flickering snowflake on the TV screen.

He then walked around the sofa, bent over and took out a USB flash drive from the drawer under the TV, and threw it to Zhang Qinqin, "Maybe there is a signal failure. You can put down the TV series here first, and I will go upstairs. one time."

After Ji Cha finished speaking, he instigated the popsicle in his mouth, turned back three steps and flew to the second floor in two steps.

There was only a faint light from Zhang Xing’s room on the second floor. Ji Cha walked over and knocked on the door. Before a second sound, there was a reply, "Come in."

He turned the doorknob, opened half of the door and leaned in his upper body, "Do you still have internet access?"

Zhang Xing shook his head solemnly. Wang Xueqin was holding his mobile phone, and there was a vague broadcasting sound from inside, "The phone signal is gone, now only satellite broadcasting is available."

"Isn't what he said is the original one, let us not run outside at home, but also these days have passed, there is no sign of rescue or improvement of the situation!"

Zhang Xing cursed, frustrated and scratched his scalp with both hands madly.

At this moment, Wang Qinxue's mobile phone that was receiving broadcast signals suddenly only left a large noise.

Ji Cha held the doorknob tightly in his palm, and the last trace of modern social communication seemed to have disappeared from their lives at this moment.

Xiao Chao stood in the dark courtyard. During the day, he was bored alone and had circled the entire factory area several times before and after, and he didn't even forget to go to the pigsty.

The chickens, ducks and piglets who occasionally called twice during the day became quiet as it got dark. Xiao Chao tilted his head and listened carefully to the occasional sound of insects, and then it was all silent again. There is never a cognition of ghosts in the mind, and of course there is no fear of the dark.

He has been holding the outer packaging of the popsicle with one hand, and now feels a bit cold, so he sucked in his mouth and was about to change his hand when he suddenly heard very light footsteps.

This lightness is not deliberately lighter footsteps, but the sound of footsteps heard from a distance. Xiao Chao was a little strange. He slowly walked around the gate, half-kneeled, and looked out through a gap about one centimeter wide.

It was pitch black outside, Xiao Chao opened his eyes laboriously, and tried to look out, vaguely seeing the soft grass outside.

He licked some melted popsicles, his ears half pressed to the ground. The turf at night was a bit cold, Xiao Chao couldn't help rubbing his ears. The dull footsteps outside were getting closer.

He finished sucking the last bite in the popsicle and was squeezed in his mouth by him.

Xiao Chao became more and more curious about the sound of approaching outside, frowning slightly.

What is it outside?

"Xiao Chao, what are you doing here?" A hand suddenly hugged Xiao Chao, blocking his sight from prying through the door.

Xiao Chao turned his head and covered Zhang Qinqin's mouth, cautiously stretched out a finger towards the outside, and swayed gently.

Zhang Qinqin held her breath unconsciously. The turf outside was traversed and trampled. The hoarse and dull mechanical sighs from the people's throats spread densely into the ears of the two.

Zhang Qinqin put Xiao Chao on the ground, and fell down again with him, the right eye of the two men barely seen through the crack in the door. Across the two doors, in a short distance, countless pairs of shoe uppers dangled in front of them, wandering back and forth aimlessly.

Xiao Chao's mouth loosened, and the empty popsicle bag silently landed on the grass.

Zhang Qinqin reacted quickly, she picked Xiao Chao up and ran into the house quickly.

The elders in the room are still watching TV, and the TV doesn't sound, at least they can't hear anything from outside the house. Zhang Qinqin put Xiaochao in the room and touched his face, "Don't be afraid, Xiaochao, I will lock the door, you are here, don't cry, don't make trouble, please?"

Xiao Chao nodded, "I don't cry."

The two large and heavy doors outside were already locked early. Zhang Qinqin just turned back to the door of the factory building on the first floor, locked it carefully, and checked the curtains on the entire first floor. This was a relief. Turned around and ran upstairs.

Liang Jincheng was sweating like rain on some simple fitness equipment placed in Jicha on the top floor. He has been exercising for almost two hours. Apart from sweat, he can't feel a trace of fatigue.

Today's unexpected hug with Ji Cha made Liang Jincheng's blood boil as soon as he thought about it. He was afraid that if he watched Ji Cha more or spent more time with him, he would lose all his self-control and do unexpected things. So not long after dinner, he avoided everyone and went to the top floor.

He half-closed his eyes, and with his undulating figure he could still see a little bit of starlight that was not very bright.

Ji Cha's clothes are generally loose T-shirts. When he occasionally bends down or runs, he unconsciously reveals a small piece of flexible waist. Liang Jincheng noticed that his complexion was darker than the previous few days, and he looked very soft.

Liang Jincheng sighed deeply, trying his best to restrain himself from imagining the undulating picture of his waist.

Oh, he's going to explode just thinking about it.

The imaginary thoughts blocked Liang Jincheng's attention and alertness, so that after a while after he heard the sound of the door being locked downstairs, Liang Jincheng noticed a lot of chaotic noise outside.

He stood up, waved away the sweat from his eyes, and looked condescendingly. Around the factory building and the long road before and after, there are almost thousands of zombies sporadic but stretched over.

There was a rush of footsteps on the stairs, and Ji Cha and Zhang Qinqin ran up one after another.

When he saw Liang Jincheng, Ji Cha immediately said, "Senior, there seem to be zombies outside."

He ran in a hurry, panting a little, Liang Jincheng stroked his back, "It is true, but the problem should not be big. They are driven by the sound, and they are just passing by now."

Zhang Qinqin had already taken the binoculars and looked down. The darkness blocked the range of sight, but she could easily see the dense and lifeless living dead, who were moving forward at a very slow pace. The plant is an inflection point that they must pass halfway.

"My God..." She couldn't help sighing softly, "I have to go downstairs and tell them, they want to keep quiet together!"

After such a large-scale group of zombies passes through, once a problem occurs, it does not mean that casualties are not casualties, and the fighting strength is like Liang Jincheng, and it may not be possible to leave unharmed.

In other words, if the group of zombies discovers their existence at this time, it is almost tantamount to seeking a dead end.

Zhang Qinqin put down the binoculars, turned and ran downstairs quickly.

Ji Cha took the binoculars and looked around, his face also ugly. The pressure to survive the last days has brought him back at this moment.

"Don't be afraid." Liang Jincheng's hand held his hand with the telescope, "Everything will pass smoothly."