Survival [End Times]

Lu Yong's arrival put Zhou Qingrong in a bad mood. Zheng Han asked carefully: "Is he the man that my eldest sister married?" The family didn't mention it very much. She only knew that there was a sister-in-law who died young. It's not clear. "He... doesn't look like a bad guy?"

Zhou Qingrong's eyes widened: "He is a bad person!" He told the story again. At that time, he was studying in a junior college in other places. His sister got married and died in those three years. He was so fast that he was at a loss, and because his sister was afraid of delaying He studied and did not let his family tell him about his illness. When he came back from the summer vacation, his sister had already run out of work. His sister left not long after he was with her, which added to many regrets.

"He turns out to be a relative of the person who lives in the small villa to the west of the village?" Zheng Han could figure out such a relationship, but she really didn't remember it specifically. She and her husband's family went back to her hometown no more than ten times. The reason why Zheng Han remembered that The reason for this is because the small villa is particularly beautiful. After entering the village, there are all ordinary bungalows or terraces. At first glance, it looks like a western-style small villa with a backyard. It is difficult not to remember it. No wonder when she pointed at the villa and praised it, her husband looked sullen.

"That's the nephew from that family." Zhou Qingrong said, "A few years ago, his aunt came to talk to my mother, saying that her nephew was very affectionate and refused to get married again. Hahaha, he is so affectionate even though he is not dead! Disgusting! "Ask him, if Lu Yong could use one-tenth of the courage he had in refusing to get married in the past ten years and protect his sister even a little bit, his sister would not die. Now are you pretending to be affectionate? Who is disgusting!

Unlike Zhou Qingrong, who looked extremely angry, Yu Heng acted very calmly: "Just think of him as a piece of cow shit, invisible. Am I not angry? Of course I am, but the angrier we are, the less we can take him seriously. Son, we are living a good life, and your sister is also happy. You have to worry about what you did before and how you still do it now."

After comforting Zhou Qingrong, the two continued to work in the cellar. After continuous work, the underground structure had already reached a large scale.

In the next few days, Zheng Han kept talking to her mother's side, and it seemed that she couldn't stop him. The eldest brother of the Zheng family insisted on coming. Zheng Han was so angry that he cried and cursed: "I don't care anymore!"

Mingming, who is in City C, has also kept in touch with the Zhou family. He is very optimistic: "I am living well at home. I bought the generator and coal stove briquettes that my aunt asked me to buy before. Later, I also bought private oil." I bought oil from the merchant and it’s not freezing at all. I will definitely go to Laokang Village immediately when the weather gets better next time.”

While busy, Yu Heng also listened to Zheng Han talking about Zhou Jianye's family while eating. The next door is now very lively. Two more families have moved in, making it noisy every day. "Mom, I didn't expect that cousin Qinghu has such a bad temper and curses people every day."

As soon as everyone was told, Zhou Qinghu came to Zhou's house as a guest with her things. She was a tall and strong-looking woman. She said hello first when she entered the house, and everyone was greeted. Then he apologized again: "There are so many sick people at home that I can't walk away. I'm also sick, with frostbite all over my feet. Second Auntie, look at me - I'm still limping when I walk."

Zhou Qinghu, who was very sharp and sharp in both words and deeds, came over in a hurry and quickly got to the point. She looked around the living room, came closer and said to Yu Heng, "Second aunt, has Uncle Jian'an's house been repaired?"

Zhou Jianan has just been discharged from the hospital and is still living in the Zhou family. His mother is taking care of him. His wife and eldest son, who is only thirteen years old, have been supervising work at their home these days to repair the house that was previously collapsed by snow.

"Not yet. There are many people building houses now, and materials and labor are in high demand."

"Oh." Zhou Qinghu said "oh" meaningfully, and then asked affectionately, "Second aunt, when Uncle Jian'an moves back to his home, won't there be a room available in your home? Can you let me and I Live at your in-laws’ house?”

Yu Heng looked embarrassed: "I have promised to let Qingtian's family live here when they come. You know, Qingtian has sold all the fields and land in his hometown a long time ago, and there is no place to live in his hometown." He held his hand sincerely Zhou Qinghu's hand: "You said it was too late, I'm really sorry, eldest niece."

"...No, it's nothing. Then I'll go back first and come to my second uncle's house to sit down next time." Zhou Qinghu also simply left immediately. Next to him, Zhou Qingrong asked in surprise, "Mom, when did eldest brother say he was coming back? Why didn't I know?"

Zhou Qingtian is the only son of his original husband's eldest brother. He is very promising and lives far away in Kyoto. He has not been back for several years. It’s not that there is any conflict in the relationship, it’s just that they are unfamiliar. Uncle Zhou left early, and Sister-in-law Zhou took her children and remarried out of town. Time and distance have diluted the feelings, but the friendship still exists. Zhou Qingtian also came to Zhou Jianjun’s funeral. Yes.

"It happened a long time ago." Zhou Qingtian returned to Beijing again after the funeral and contacted him once, but he didn't say he was coming back. This was Yu Heng's excuse to stall Zhou Qinghu. There was nothing he could do. It was not that he was dissatisfied with Zhou Qinghu, but that the family Zhou Qinghu married was too difficult to get along with. When the two families got married, they were all in trouble. How could he not live with such a large family living in his house? Anyway, stop talking first. Even if Zhou Qingtian doesn't come back, someone else will make an excuse.

After uncovering the matter, Yu Heng rubbed his hands, looked up at the sky, and asked Zhou Qingrong: "I feel like it's getting colder. Look at the thermometer."

Zhou Qingrong responded and neatly took down the outdoor thermometer hanging on the porch, "Mom, minus twenty-seven degrees Celsius, tsk tsk tsk, this temperature is too scary at first sight. If you had told me before, I would get used to such cold weather. I must have thought that person was farting."

One and a half years have passed in the blink of an eye, and strong young people like Zhou Qingrong have become more accustomed to such temperatures, and their body's cold resistance is increasing.

"Let's go, hurry up and get the cellar ready." Yu Heng looked away from the dark sky. At an invisible height, the snow was blocked there.

As a large number of people moved into Xiangya Town, many unfamiliar faces also came to Laokang Village. These outsiders were even more curious about the existence of the so-called snow shield. Therefore, after taking good care of their health, they often organized groups to visit everywhere. The Zhou family's row happened to be in the middle of nowhere. The buildings in the center of the snow area are the most popular. The people in the village were honest and hospitable, and the flow of people in the village was very frequent for a while. Yu Heng advocated closing the door tightly to watch the children, and rejecting strangers, so he quickly and slowly finished the cellar.

The smell of the cellar was left to dry, and Yu Heng was busy planting vegetables again. The small yard was full of life. Zhou Jianan had one leg amputated and rarely went out on weekdays. His mother looked at the life of the Zhou family with envy and turned around to carry her. The son sighed. At such a young age, less than 40 years old, I lost a leg. What will I do for the rest of my life? Zhou Jian'an took the initiative to comfort her: "So many people have frozen to death, at least I am still alive. When the weather gets better in the future, I will look for a job. If I can't find one, there is a Disabled Persons' Federation."

His mother wiped her tears and smiled: "Mom, I believe you."

As a result, the next day, Uncle Zhou Qi notified the whole village that the ancestral hall had finally been repaired, and asked every family to come to participate in the grand ceremony. The cost of repairs and sacrifices would be shared by each family at 500. Zhou Jian'an's mother was furious: "If he hadn't insisted on building the ancestral temple in the snow, how could my son have his leg amputated?! That old and immortal pest deserves to go to hell in his next life!"

In the room, Yu Heng listened to her scolding her more and more disgracefully, with a sharp and high-pitched voice that could be heard outside, so he went over to comfort her, and finally returned to the room with his forehead buzzing. His family's money was sent over by Zhou Qingrong. When Zhou Qingrong came back, he whispered to Yu Heng: "It seems that Uncle Qi wants to compensate the injured people before, so the money will come from the elderly group." There is an elderly group in Laokang Village, which is organized by the village. It is composed of highly respected elderly people. When some promising people in the village give back to the village, they will donate money to the elderly group, which will arrange and distribute it to the old, weak, sick and disabled in the village, which is called pension fund. "I just said I don't need it. I'm still alive and kicking and don't need the medical expenses. But I think Uncle Jian'an's family and Fourth Uncle's family are in trouble..."

On the day of the sacrifice, neither Yu Heng nor Zheng Han went. Zhou Qingrong and Zhou Haojun went there at home. There were firecrackers all morning in the west of the village, which sounded more lively than the Chinese New Year.

Yu Heng was cooking medicinal meals in the kitchen, and Zheng Han was sewing clothes and watching TV in the living room. Suddenly he saw a piece of news and quickly called him over to watch. It's said on TV that the finished snow cover is expected to be ready by the end of this year and may be mass-produced and put into use next year. For the first time, the news also gave a preliminary explanation of the structural principles of the snow cover. For laymen to watch the excitement, but for insiders to understand, Yu Heng read the news carefully. When the next news item about the international situation was broadcast, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mom, do you think it's unreliable?" Why is that expression like this?

"No, it just feels a little long."

Zheng Han laughed and said, "Just wait a minute. I know this news for sure. When it is used in batches across the country, we won't be afraid of snow anymore!"

"That too."

At noon, Zhou Qingrong came back with his son in one hand and a big bag in the other. He said that there was a strip of pork belly in it: "I saw it was cut, both fat and thin. It will be delicious when braised in braised pork." He also took the initiative to talk about the situation of the sacrifice, "It didn't go well. , when throwing the cup, Uncle Qi threw two heads three times in a row, and finally dispersed, and no one dared to throw it again. "Zheng Han took a breath: "It was all tails three times?"

Zhou Qingrong nodded with a heavy face: "The uncles and uncles in the elderly group are all pale."

After saying this, the atmosphere in the living room was depressing and heavy. Zhou Qingrong suddenly laughed: "Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about something happy. Just now, the elderly group gave money to Uncle Jian'an and the others. Uncle Jian'an got 30,000 yuan and promised to do everything in the future. There are subsidies..." Yu Heng nodded after hearing this.

At noon that day, they cooked pork belly and added local pickled peppers and bean paste. It was delicious and easy to eat. The next day, Laokang Village exploded. It turned out that the village had received an official document from the town and Xiangya Town was designated. In order to accommodate the population relocation pilot, Laokang Village was allocated a quota of 1,500 people. Laokang Village is now required to "act cheaply" and prepare shelter for more than 1,000 incoming disaster victims.

"Don't get excited! Don't get excited! We can't make a decision until we have a meeting, and we won't compulsorily expropriate everyone's houses!"

Laokang Village has a registered population of more than 1,200. This task directly doubled the village population. In fact, it is not difficult to say because the villagers in Laokang Village live relatively sparsely and the village area is relatively large. The difficulty is that now each household has more or less accepted residents from neighboring towns. Where will the additional 1,500 people who have come in live?

Uncle Zhou Qi comforted the villagers, and the village chief stood aside with a smile. After everyone calmed down, he said: "We are all our own people, so I will tell the truth. There is no snow in Xiangya Town now, and it is destined to be a hot cake. The country has arranged it this way We have to listen. Let me ask a question now, who else is willing to come in? "

A few people stood over. He counted and shook his head: "There are not many. If you are willing, come to the office to register later. As for the remaining guests, there is only the second way. I don't want to force outsiders to enter your home. I don’t worry if it’s not safe, so let’s pack up the kindergarten first and go to town to buy a two-story canopy bed, so we can barely live in it—Hey, Lao Lin, how big is your kindergarten?”

There are also people from other families in Laokang Village, but not many. The head of the kindergarten, Lao Lin, is one of them. He thought for a moment and said, "There are only about 200 square meters of land that can accommodate bunk beds!"

"Oh..." The village head calculated and left some space for entry and exit. At most, 50 bunk beds can be placed to accommodate 100 people. Oh, there is still more than half! "No, no, then we have to build a house! Don't make a fuss. I won't let you pay. I will report it to the higher authorities and ask them to allocate funds!"

The meeting was over. Zhou Qingrong was in no mood to chat with other cousins ​​and hurried home. Yu Heng at home was not worried about how the meeting went. Anyway, he didn't want outsiders to live in, so others couldn't come in. This courtyard has been poured with too much effort, and the back road is also in the cellar. It is impossible to give it up and let the village make unified arrangements.