Doomsday Bunker Upgrade

Following the previous police instructions, Chen Xin drove the car to the beach near the town.

"It seems that this place has become a passage." Seeing that there were fresh ruts in the place that should have been the river, Chen Xin couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps because he was getting closer and closer to his parents, Chen Xin became very happy.

Zeng Liu and others have been put into the town's shelter by Chen Xin. Among the four, Ning Jie and Lao Tang seem very happy. Although they are still a little nervous and nervous about the unfamiliar environment, they are able to meet a large number of people living there, and they are also very happy. Settling down in the official sanctuary in operation was a dream for Ning Jie and Lao Tang.

Xiaoye Ye didn't have any doubts about this, but instead fell into the anxiety of going to school again.

Only Zeng Liu seemed a little uncomfortable, and he was a little hesitant when he got out of the car.

Chen Xin didn't pay attention to this, or even if he found out about Zeng Liu's anomaly, he wouldn't say anything. After all, they were just four strangers who were rescued at random, and it was a matter of benevolence and righteousness to be able to send them here.

So after handing over the four of them to the town's official staff, Chen Xin hurriedly drove away.

Walking along the rut marks on the original river, Chen Xin couldn't help but think of the story his mother told him. When his mother was young, she lived in the mountains of her hometown. At that time, there was no road, and when it snowed, The mountain will be closed, and it is very inconvenient for the villagers to enter and exit the mountain. They can only rely on the river to walk on the river after it is frozen.

But that was when Chen Xin's mother was a child. In recent years, the river has rarely been frozen, and the village has long been connected to the road, and no one has walked this river in winter for many years.

But now, apparently the river is again fulfilling its function as a transportation route.

Going up the river, as the river on both sides became narrower and narrower, Chen Xin knew that he was coming home soon.

Although he has never lived here since he was a child, home does not mean a certain place or a certain house, but a place where his family lives.

The place where the family is located can be called home, and it is the home of the soul.

Finally, Chen Xin drove the car to the mountain village where his hometown was.

Although it is covered with snow, Chen Xin can still identify the general terrain.

There is a small river ditch in the village that passes through the village. Although it has long been filled with snow, Chen Xin can still vaguely identify this ditch from the results scanned by the radar and the pictures captured by the drone's camera. The small river ditch where the crabs were caught.

The field on the edge of the river is the field that my grandfather often talked about in his own family. He used to grow sesame seeds in this field when he was young, although the land has long since changed its ownership.

The small piece of flat land in the village was the former rice field, the place used to dry rice in the village, but there are fewer and fewer people drying rice over the years.

Chen Xin parked the car at the head of the village. There are not too wide roads in the village. It used to be possible to drive in, but now Chen Xin's big car is obviously impossible to drive in.

After parking the car, Chen Xin changed into protective clothing. Although it was said that it was inconvenient to wear clothes with a broken hand, Chen Xin still used both hands and mouth. He quickly put the protective clothing on his body, put on a protective mask, and prepared ready.

Opening the car door, Chen Xin held a snow pole in his left hand, and put on specially prepared snow walking boots on his feet. Leaning on a snow pole in one hand, he walked towards the village with some difficulty.

The village seemed to be able to receive supplies from the town for convenience, or to sweep a piece of snow on the bank of the river. The snow in this place is not that thick, and it is not particularly troublesome for Chen Xin to walk, only occasionally. Standing unsteady and needing poles to support the body.

Even so, he soon made his way to the village.

The village has long been different from what Chen Xin remembered. All the houses were buried by the snow, and even the ancestral hall that the villagers valued most, the old house from the Ming Dynasty is now crushed by the snow. Completely buried under the snow.

In addition to these, the biggest difference is that in the place next to the village that was originally a mountain and a field, there is a small hill covered with snow. If you think about it, you can tell that this is the sanctuary of the village.

Chen Xin can see that this is not the kind of shelter that is completely dug underground, but half of the building part of the shelter was dug up, and then the excavated soil layer is covered on the building, so as to use this An easy way to quickly build a thick enough layer of soil, rather than actually digging a hole in the mountain in a more expensive way.

In fact, the Yan Kingdom was able to resettle most of the country's population within three months. The shelters built in this way should account for a large part of the credit. After all, a considerable part of the country's rural population lives in such shelters.

Chen Xin walked along the road to the door of the shelter. There were still ruts and footprints on the ground. Chen Xin could see that it should be left by someone entering and leaving here, and the snow on the ground was not frozen or covered up. Obviously, the time when these marks were left It won't be long.

However, Chen Xin didn't care about these, but stood in front of the gate of the shelter, took out the radio station and shouted into the radio according to the communication channel that the town police had told him before.

"Is there anyone? Can someone hear me?" Chen Xin shouted into the radio in the dialect of his hometown. Although the surrounding wind was cold and the snowflakes blown by the strong wind almost instantly turned him into a snowman, even if he was wearing protective clothing It was also cold for a while, but Chen Xin still felt a burst of heat in his heart.

He was about to see his parents, how could he not be excited!

Soon, a voice came from the radio, and the familiar local accent made Chen Xin so excited that he almost couldn't hold the radio station in his hand: "Which one? What's the matter? This week's supplies are not just in the morning. Has it been delivered?"

"Second uncle, it's me, Ah Xin! Open the door!" Chen Xin shouted excitedly, of course he could hear his second uncle's voice.

"Axin? How come you little brat came back?" The second uncle was obviously startled by Chen Xin's sudden appearance, and there was a sound of stumbling and shouting on the radio: "Wait, I'll call someone to open the door! "

Chen Xin waited anxiously, his chest thumping non-stop, he took a deep breath to calm himself down a little bit.

The second uncle did not let Chen Xin wait for a long time, and soon someone opened the door of the shelter, and in front of Chen Xin were his long-lost relatives, as well as his parents.

"Dad! Mom! I'm back!" Chen Xin shouted, tears finally welling up in his eyes.