Doomsday Super Merchant

Seeing that it was getting dark, it was really not suitable for driving in this wilderness, so we found a relatively open place with sufficient warning time. The convoy stopped and, amidst the noise, began to arrange the defense of the temporary camp and the installation of tents.

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The night in the wilderness is relatively cold. Before it gets completely dark, some people are sent to look for dead branches and dead grass leaves. The place where they camp is a grass field, and among the dots of grass, what is exposed is golden yellow.

Due to the growth of plants in the sandy soil, several mercenaries who had been living in the wasteland for a long time, holding shovels, dug out a deep pit after searching for more than ten minutes, and water slowly seeped out of it.

, let it stand for an hour or two, and then you can drink it.

Zhou Yuanqiang has also seen this wasteland. There is some water shortage on the surface, but after removing the thin layer of sand on top, the bottom is usually solid soil. In some good places, the soil is still moist. There is no doubt that this wasteland

It is not that there is no grass growing here, it is just that due to the lack of security, people are unable to farm, which leads to hunger that has enveloped mankind.

Dragging it from the back of the pickup truck, I moved my tent down, chose a patch of grass and started to set it up.

Ren Xinyun hesitated for a while, and finally dragged her injured thigh, slowly moved to Zhou Yuanqiang's side, grabbed a corner of the tent, and helped tie it to the iron stake that Zhou Yuanqiang knocked down. It may be due to the half-squatting, the tear

The pain reached her suppurating thigh, and the strong woman couldn't help but moan softly.

Zhou Yuanqiang turned around, hurriedly threw down the hammer in his hand, wiped her up, and said angrily: "What are you doing? Go back to the card and stay there. You are injured like this, how can you help me? You can only do this."

The busier you get, the busier you get. Go back quickly!"

There was no expression on Ren Xinyun's dirty face, but she still whispered: "There are all useful people here. I don't want to be a useless person, so just let me help you, okay?" Zhou Yuanqiang shook his head.

, said: "What kind of thinking are you thinking? A wounded person must be aware of the wounded person. You are a woman, who will say anything about you?" Then he pulled her carefully and sat down on the grass, picked up the hammer again, and put it on the ground.

Another iron stake was driven down and fixed in the sand.

Setting up a tent is indeed not a difficult task. Some dexterous and experienced people can complete it in just a few minutes. But Zhou Yuanqiang’s tent is a large field tent bought in Hyundai. It is military green and is very convenient for Zhou Yuanqiang’s powerful space.

He always thinks that the triangular tent can barely sleep one person, and it is a luxury to move it a few times at night. Isn't it too tiring?

The food carried in the convoy was not all dry food. The sorghum brought by Zhou Yuanqiang happened to hitch a ride in the Grand Canyon settlement, and no one doubted the origin of the sorghum. In order to leave a good impression, this meal, but

Solid sorghum rice. Of course, if paired with bacon or sausage, it will definitely be delicious, but if you make it like this, won't you be pushed to the forefront? In these apocalypse, eating some meat will make others jealous and attract jealousy.

trouble.

There is a special patrol group, and their range is patrolling in a circle three hundred meters away from the camp. Safety is still guaranteed. The idle mercenaries are all gathered around a few large pots, watching the boiling pots.

The sorghum rice rolled up in the air, and the whole camp was filled with laughter and laughter.

I don’t know who it was, but I just found a few baskets of wild vegetables in the grassy field. Although they lacked oil, they were still full of salt and pepper, which made everyone feel full.

It was completely dark. I looked at the time and saw that it was already around eight o'clock. Originally, it was not allowed to light a fire after dark, but considering that there might not be zombies in the wasteland, Qiu Guorui agreed to light a few fires for everyone's warmth.

A fire comes out.

To be honest, Zhou Yuanqiang didn't like sorghum rice very much, especially the wild vegetables, which were so satisfying and bitter. He still forced himself to eat this meal, feeling 20 to 30% full. After everyone finished eating, they stayed quietly in the tent.

Zhou Yuanqiang ran back to his tent, teleported directly back to modern times, hurriedly found a barbecue shop, ordered a large barbecue platter, and started devouring it.

After eating, he picked up toothpicks and walked out of the barbecue shop. When he saw the pharmacy next to him, he remembered the gunshot wound on Ren Xinyun's thigh. He frowned and finally went into the pharmacy and bought some cotton wool and hydrogen peroxide.

, painkillers, clips for retrieving bullets, medicinal powder for treating wounds, Yunnan Baiyao, etc. In fact, Zhou Yuanqiang didn’t know why he bought these things for her. She had despair and unwillingness in her eyes? Or was it pity for the world?

Zhou Yuanqiang didn’t dare to stay in the modern world for too long. There were people everywhere in the camp. Don’t let anyone look for him then. This would be a big joke. Fortunately, there is no cooling time when teleporting to the end of the world in modern times, so it is easy to return.

In the tent of the apocalypse, I was only gone for half an hour.

Coming out of the tent, snorts came from many tents around them. After a tiring day, they entered Mengxiang early.

Seeing a figure huddled next to the pickup truck, Zhou Yuanqiang was stunned for a moment, and soon recognized it as Ren Xinyun. He patted his forehead and saw that the tents were all for two or three people, and there were no vacancies.

There were more than 20 casualties, but the tent had long been divided up. With a grown man living there, how could she, a female prostitute, live in the same tent with other people?

But Zhou Yuanqiang was depressed again. His tent was big, but he couldn't let a woman he didn't know very well live in it, right?

After shaking his head, Zhou Yuanqiang ran to Ren Xinyun and said with a cold face: "Follow me." Ren Xinyun didn't understand what Zhou Yuanqiang meant, but still followed Zhou Yuanqiang to the tent honestly, but refused to go in anyway.

Seeing her vigilant eyes, Zhou Yuanqiang felt funny for a while, "You look so dirty, and I don't know if you are a grandma or a grandma, what can I do to you? Come in, I brought some medicine, yours

If the legs are not treated, it will really be too late."

Seeing Zhou Yuanqiang say this, Ren Xinyun's eyes were embarrassed at first, and then filled with anger. She looked at Zhou Yuanqiang with some annoyance. But when she saw Zhou Yuanqiang entering the tent, she bit her lip, opened the tent and went straight in.

Zhou Yuanqiang's field tent is not too small. There is a carpet on one side and a cloth table on the other. The charging lamp is placed on the cloth table, making the entire tent bright. When Ren Xinyun came in, Zhou Yuanqiang was already sitting

At the edge of the carpet, he saw her come in, pointed to the medicine on the cloth table, and pointed to the carpet, "Lie down!" Seeing Ren Xinyun's embarrassed look, he said, "If you can take out the warhead yourself, I can go out

!”

"This...this..." Ren Xinyun hesitated for a moment. Far from his heroic appearance during the day, he became more delicate.

Perhaps it was this sudden hope that finally made her lie on the carpet, closing her eyes nervously, not daring to look at Zhou Yuanqiang.

To be honest, Ren Xinyun's figure is absolutely top-notch, especially her tattered clothes, which made her body looming, especially some sensitive parts. Zhou Yuanqiang's body felt a little hot. But soon, Zhou Yuanqiang cursed in his heart: "

How can such an ugly woman with such a small fortune deserve to make my heart flutter? Damn, men are really animals that think in the second half of their lives."

He took a deep breath, carefully cut the strips of Ren Xinyun's pants around his big toes with scissors, and said honestly: "I'm not very familiar with this, so you have to be patient!"

(I’m very depressed. There are people who don’t have more collections than me, who don’t have more chapters than me, and who are not great gods or sub-gods. How can they be on the weekly points? It’s so frustrating...vote more votes to comfort this hurt mood!)