Busy Farming In the Last Days

The sound of vehicles entering the entrance of the village attracted many eyes. They hid behind the curtains and carefully peeped at outsiders.

"There are no zombies." Zhang Qinqin was surprised, she wanted to push the door and get out of the car.

"and many more."

"Wait a minute." Ji Cha and Liang Jincheng stopped her movements at the same time. At this time, an empty village without zombies is not necessarily completely safe.

Liang Jincheng circled the car to the side of the warehouse far from the village house, and then carefully confirmed that there was no one in front of their car, and then the three of them got out of the car together.

Kantou Village is a large village with a population of thousands of people. The warehouse is located at the end of the village, half facing the village and half facing the empty farmland. The rent is cheap because it is low and remote.

At this time, the door of the warehouse was tightly locked, but the lock was a very simple old lock, not like a lock that would be used for security in the warehouse.

"This warehouse may have been controlled by the villagers." Liang Jincheng looked around and said.

Sure enough, before Ji Cha, who was holding the lock lock tool in his hand, came forward and started to do it, five young men ran up in the distance, all holding self-defense weapons in their hands, and said loudly, "Stop!"

Ji Cha clenched the pliers in his hand and hung it down, muttering, "At any rate, there are no zombies around here."

Otherwise, the voice just now wasn't choking?

When Zhang Qinqin saw this, she immediately returned to the car and took the three-section stick, held it tightly in her hand, and stared at the incoming person eagerly.

The five young people are different in height, short, fat, and thin. The only thing they have in common is their defensive and unhappy look at the Ji Cha trio. They pointed at Liang Jincheng fiercely, probably thinking that he is the most threatening among the trio. Where did you come from and what you want to do, you'd better get out quickly, or you will be killed!"

"This warehouse is rented by my friend, and he asked me to come over and get the materials." Ji Cha told the young people in front of him the information of the friend in the excavation treasure shop that Zhang Xing had told him. This seven-turned relationship probably can't be regarded as a deception. After all, Ji Cha thought, this warehouse was rented by the villagers to Zhang Xing's friends, but they really didn't have the right to control the things in it.

When the five young people heard what Ji Cha said, they obviously felt that the information was right. Although the social function has been completely paralyzed, people still believe that life will return to its original state in the near future, so they still have a certain respect for the original property.

"Then, then I'm going to talk to the village chief." One of the young people said, the conversation loosened a little.

"What are you talking about!" another young man quickly interrupted him and said in a nasty voice, "The rent for this warehouse has not been given for several months, and I want to take back the contents for nothing? Either take money or take food. Come change."

He was prepared for this tea season. He raised his hand to stop the words behind the young man and said, "This is fine. I have the money. You can let someone open the warehouse first. Let's go in and take a look."

The youth hesitated.

Liang Jincheng smiled and said, "Where are so many of you, are you afraid of the three of us?"

"Bah, you're waiting." One of the young people turned and ran back, looking like they were going to get the key.

"Hey, I think the situation in your village is pretty good." Ji Cha and the youth spoke up.

With the premise that transactions can be made, the atmosphere on the scene has suddenly cooled down a lot.

The young man with the evil voice just took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a hard breath, and said, "It's okay, there are many people in our village who are sick, but he killed happily, and stopped the zombies from biting people early. People who are almost half dead."

"No, there are nonsense on the TV about the spread of the virus. Isn't that the movie has come true?" Another young man said.

"Where are you?" the young man asked, "you risk coming over to get the materials now, for what's the most important thing?"

Ji Cha slapped them sloppyly, "Hey, how are we not as good as you here, the zombies are not clean yet, my wife," he said and put his arm around Zhang Qinqin's shoulder, "My wife gave me a daughter last year, other things The places are all good, just like crying and crying, don’t you say it’s dying at this time, the zombie ears are like detectors, come out of my yard in the sky, shouldn’t I find something that can be soundproofed for her?"

Liang Jincheng looked at Ji Cha's hand on Zhang Qinqin's body, his face was a little darker, and after hearing what Ji Cha said, his face became even darker.

As the youth looked away, he immediately raised his hand and fiddled with Ji Cha's hand on Zhang Qinqin's body.

Season Tea:? ?

Zhang Qinqin:? ?

There are no loopholes in Ji Cha’s words. The young people present link him to his father’s identity, and now he recognizes him a little bit more. “That’s also true. Our sons from the Murakami family also love to cry. I looked for them here a few days ago. Going back with some soundproofing materials, it's really useful."

Speaking of which, the young man who ran to get the key has also ran back. He panted and unlocked the rolling shutter. The contents of the warehouse had been scattered, and it could be seen that a lot of them were taken by the villagers.

The youth guided Ji Cha to the area where the soundproofing materials were stored, but fortunately there were a lot of them here.

Before going out, Ji Cha brought more than 10,000 yuan of remaining cash with him to prevent accidents. He also endured heartache and brought two bags of white flour, fearing that the other party would not get in.

"One hundred yuan a piece, you can move as much as you want." The youth quoted a price.

Ji Cha is a pain, but in order for the chicken to lay an egg and crow at ease, he still took out a wad of ten thousand yuan bills, took out a small wad from it, and handed it over, "I want a hundred yuan, give you these first. You help me move to the car and I will give you the rest of the money."

The young man in the lead took the money Ji Cha handed him, counted it at random, then turned to his companion and said, "Forty-three."

The eyes of the few people changed, they looked at each other, then turned to Ji Chadao, "Then let's move together."

Liang Jincheng watched their expressions in his eyes, and slowly squeezed the five fingers hanging on his side, and then released them calmly.

A hundred pieces of soundproof cotton is not heavy, and it is easier to carry it with a few people. Liang Jincheng and Ji Cha moved 30 yuan together, and Zhang Qinqin also carried 10 yuan alone, but the remaining young people were very daunting. When Ji Cha came back after moving, they only had four people left. They asked with some suspicion. "Why are you missing one person?"

The remaining fifty-seven big red banknotes were still tucked in his trouser pockets, half of which was very eye-catching. . Ji Cha believes that things that are of little value in the follow-up are still a source of evil in the eyes of some people.

At this time, Zhang Qinqin had finished moving and was about to return to continue, but Yu Guangli saw one of the young people who were there just now with a group of people rushing here. She immediately felt something was wrong, Zhang Qinqin carefully bent over to wrap the three-section stick in her clothes, and then walked quickly towards Ji Cha.

"What hurry," the young man smiled, "take your time, we will help you move."

Zhang Qinqin walked behind Ji Cha and poked the palm of his hand with a three-section stick. Ji Cha understood, holding the three-section stick in his hand without looking back. Liang Jincheng couldn't concoct it, and the atmosphere in the warehouse became tense again.

"Ten thousand yuan want to buy so many good things to go back?" A middle-aged man's voice sounded, and everyone followed their reputation. The young man who had just left was now walking in the crowd with a dozen men. Seeing how he dressed and spoke, the person who spoke, Ji Cha estimated that he might be the head of Kantou Village.

"Otherwise, how much do you want?" Ji Cha frowned. They might have encountered blackmail.

"How many bucks are in their car now?" the village chief asked.

"Forty yuan," the young man replied.

"Enough, forty yuan and ten thousand yuan is cheaper for them." The village chief said, and then pointed to Ji Cha and the others, making sure that the three of them would not dare to mess around with so many people. "The three of you will either take the rest. Take out the money and take this away, or you don’t have to go!"

Ji Chaqi's teeth are itchy, but he also knows that there are so many people in Kantou Village at this time, and they can't be upset. He took a step back, just about to withdraw the remaining money so that everyone could get out smoothly, Liang Jincheng's hand suddenly pressed his hand.

Ji Cha turned her head, her eyes widened silently, why are you pressing my ass! ?

Liang Jincheng didn't seem to notice, but instead patted Ji Cha's hand. Ji Cha felt that this seemed to be soothing, but it was really more like slapped his **** twice!

The location is wrong and the situation is wrong, Ji Cha's face is still a little red.

"Give it or not?" The village chief joked, "Are you asking for money or dying?"

"Do you still dare to kill people?" Liang Jincheng's gaze swept across them slowly, and the people in front of them were just relying on the number of people to do their work, which can be seen at a glance.

"Don't think we dare not," the two young men jumped out and bravely said, "So many zombies are our hands, that would be murder."

Liang Jincheng sneered, and while pulling Ji Cha behind him, said, "Sorry, we have to order a hundred yuan, and you don't need the rest."

"Just you can speak big words!" the village chief scolded, "Everyone has surrounded me, and I will clean up after a while, and then see if they dare to pretend to be bullish!"

"I'm talking big because," Liang Jincheng shook off the three-section stick and pulled the village head in front of him like electricity, and then stuck his throat with the handle of the three-section stick, making him feel suffocated in an instant. In pain, Liang Jincheng looked down at his face coldly, "I know you have no guts to kill, and I know you are afraid of death."