The Little Wolf Dog Keeps Getting the Money

After all, Grandpa Zhang’s bungalow has not been occupied for too long. Although Zhang Zhiyou has hired someone to clean it regularly, but he is not in Letan City. The part-time workers he hired somehow cut corners and did not clean the room as much as possible, resulting in dust everywhere.

Several people started to do the cleaning work, and soon the house was cleaned up with a new look.

Zhang Zhi wrung out the towel, looked up at the tidy room, his mouth raised slightly.

This is the place where he grew up, where he spent the happiest time with his grandfather, and now he can set foot in again with his lover and trustworthy friends. The sad emotions once caused by the departure of his grandfather turn to be filled with heart. Pleased to be replaced.

He once wanted to bring Qin Chi back here, but now his wish has finally come true.

"Brother Zhi, the quilt on the bed is a bit damp. I'll take it out to dry and change it in the space. Do you think it's okay?"

"good."

Qin Chi put the quilt outside the house to dry, then took out the air-conditioning quilt and pillow mats from the space, and spread them on the four beds one by one.

Seeing noon, Ba Ping happily took out the ingredients and some dried vegetables from the freezer, and went to the kitchen to cook with the top kitchen utensils he dreamed of. Old Yuan leisurely turned on the TV and lay on the soft sofa to watch a movie.

After getting permission from Zhang Zhi, Wen Jia went to Grandpa Zhang’s study to find a book. Muzi was still playing the apocalyptic massacre 4, and he was bound to clear the customs within tonight.

It is estimated that no one can live so leisurely in the last days except them.

Standing upstairs, Zhang Zhi could catch everyone's status in one glance.

Without these people, he might be infected by the zombies on the first day when the zombies appeared, but Qin Chi did not give up on him, who would only be a hindrance, and Lao Yuan and others would not dislike him, who can have such a lover. With friends, he is really lucky.

Zhang Zhi thought so, and felt a little sad.

It would be great if he could be a little stronger.

Qin Chi put his luggage and walked out of the bedroom, and saw him sticking in front of the railing in a daze.

"Brother Zhi, didn't you say that you are going to visit a neighbor and ask him to buy weapons?" Qin Chi walked over and hugged his waist. "Pug probably has a while before we can make a meal. Should we go to the neighbor first? That?"

It will be very dry outside in the afternoon, so it's best not to leave the shelter, so as not to be roasted.

Zhang Zhi glanced at the next door, "Go now?"

Fortunately, it's the meal, everyone should stay at home.

Although all the nearby zombies had been cleaned up, Qin Chi still did not dare to take it lightly, pinned the pistol behind his waist, put on a jacket with Zhang Zhi, and went out after saying hello to others.

The weather is so hot that I can't feel it when I stay in an air-conditioned room, but when the door is opened, heat waves hit me. Zhang Zhi stepped on the ground, feeling that the soles of his feet were almost melted.

After standing at the door for less than 30 seconds, sweat was on their foreheads. This kind of weather did not evaporate the zombies, which shows how tenacious the zombies are.

The outside world is like a huge steamer, and people will soon be familiar with it when standing inside. Qin Chi was panting with heat, and Zhang Zhi was not much better, his glasses were all covered by the mist brought by sweat, and his eyes were blurred.

Zhang Zhi took off his glasses and led Qin Chi to his neighbor's house quickly.

This neighbor lives in not a small bungalow like the surrounding rich people, but a tin house that is incompatible with the surrounding buildings.

This kind of house is like a large junkyard, and it looks dilapidated on the outside. However, in this kind of rich gathering place, this kind of building has not been demolished, which shows that the identity of the owner is not simple.

The three sides except the front of the tin house are surrounded by heavy iron plates, and there is only one rolling door for entry and exit.

Zhang Zhi walked to the door and slapped the shutter door a few times. The shutter door made a harsh sound.

The usual movements that have been accustomed to have shocked other residents, one after another from the window. After seeing that the "culprit" was human, he shrank and shrank back home.

Zhang Zhi patted the door again, "Uncle Deng, this is Zhang Zhi, are you there?"

Qin Chi picked up a piece of waste cardboard and fanned Zhang Zhi, "Will it be here?"

"probably not."

After Zhang Zhigang finished speaking, the shutter door was rolled up from below, and then a curly-haired young man wore a cute baby face and looked at the two curiously, "Who are you, who are you looking for?"

Zhang Zhi didn't know the young man in front of him, so he reported to his family, "My name is Zhang Zhi. I came to see Uncle Deng. Is his old man home?"

"Oh, yes, he's shit."

The young man's straightforward words made Zhang Zhi embarrassed, but Qin Chi couldn't help but laughed.

The young man didn't worry about whether the two were infected with the zombie virus, so they let them in without any vigilance.

Seeing that this young man seemed to be an acquaintance of Uncle Deng, Zhang Zhi reassured him, "It may not be a human being knocking on the door, but it may also be a zombie. You should be careful before opening the door next time."

The young man turned his head and grinned at him showing his teeth, "I know, but it's okay, we have a sense of measure."

He has said so, and Zhang Zhi is not good to continue to exhort.

There are several old-fashioned big fans in the tin room, and the old wind leaves flap and turn, but they don't work at all in the abnormally high temperature. The room is still sultry and hot. After a long time, it may become stuffy.

Standing in front of the fan, Qin Chi was caught in the "warm wind" of the heat wave and sweated instead. He stepped aside and asked casually: "Isn't it the power outage? Or is it just our house that hasn't been inhabited for a long time, so the power outage? ?"

"Have you just returned from a field?" The young man said, bringing in a cooler and plugging it in.

"Yes, it's from Luocheng."

"Oh, Luocheng, that place must be..." The young man moved the air outlet of the air cooler to the side of Qinchi, and said, "Now Qingxing District has intermittent water supply and power supply. Every day from 12 noon to 2 pm, 8 pm The electricity is supplied from 1 am to 9 am, and the water supply time is longer. If there is no accident, the water will be cut off from 12 o'clock in the night to 6 o'clock in the morning."

Qin Chi nodded, indicating that he had written it down.

"Uncle Deng should be out soon. You can sit down first." The young man said as he gave each of them a can of cold beer, shook them, "Drink?"

"I don't drink, thank you." Zhang Zhi politely rebuffed, but Qin Chi reached out his hand, took the can and tore off the tab, and took a sip in his mouth.

It's so cool.

There was no sofa in the room, only a layer of mats was laid on the floor. The two sat down cross-legged. The young man sat on the small stool opposite them and asked, "What are you looking for Uncle Deng?"

"I need some weapons, and I want to ask Uncle Deng for help." Zhang Zhi and Uncle Deng are old acquaintances, so they don't mean anything.

The young man smiled, "Do you know what Uncle Deng does?" Everyone nearby thought Uncle Deng was a horrible old man.

"When I was young, my grandfather took me to visit Uncle Deng. I saw his old man playing with guns." Zhang Zhi said vaguely.

The young man laughed again, nodded and said: "I know, you can tell me if you have something, I am now Uncle Deng's successor."

Zhang Zhi had no doubts, and directly handed out the list he had made, "How long will I get these things?"

Qin Chi followed and glanced, seeing that they were all cold weapons like axes.

"Brother Zhi, when did you list it?"

"When you were driving, you also discussed with Old Yuan, and he added some."

In terms of his familiarity with weapons, Zhang Zhi is far behind Lao Yuan.

The young man watched for a while, "It's not difficult, at most four or five days."

"Four or five days?" Qin Chi was a little surprised, but now in the last days, traffic is paralyzed, even if there are more ways, he won't get it so quickly, right?

The young man saw through his mind and said: "The more chaotic the world, the easier it is to get these things."

Moreover, these people rely on doing this kind of business to make a living.

Zhang Zhi nodded to express his understanding, and then asked, "So, in terms of remuneration?"

Now the money is worthless, and I don’t know what the youth will ask for in exchange.

Just as the youth was about to speak, a somewhat old voice came from behind.

"Oh, little bastard, what did you cook in the morning, and seafood porridge, you are afraid it was poisoned, I have been here all morning!"

The young man turned his head back in tears and laughter, "Master, it is obviously that your stomach is not good. You see, I eat more than you, so why is there no problem at all?"

"Little bastard, I learned to talk back to you! Believe it or not... Ouch, oops, I'm going to pull it again!" The visitor is a gray-haired, but very energetic old man, who will clamp his **** and shrink with difficulty. The **** sphincter, a wrinkled old face, turned blue-purple.

Zhang Zhi also looked over, "Uncle Deng?"

"Hehe, Xiao Zhang, I haven't seen you in a few years, you are more mature," the old man glanced at Qin Chi again, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, "Is this kid?"

"His name is Qin Chi, it's mine, cough, love." No matter how many times he introduced Qin Chi to his elders, Zhang Zhi blushed a little.

Qin Chi bowed politely to Uncle Deng, pretending to be a good student, "Good Uncle Deng."

Deng Shuduo looked at Qin Chi a few times, and said nothing.

Zhang Zhi stood up and said to Uncle Deng, "Uncle Deng, I need a batch of weapons. In terms of remuneration, do you want gold or something else?"

He has no money at hand now, but if Uncle Deng wants anything, the group of them can go to the city to "borrow".

Uncle Deng clutched his **** to help the wall and walked over, and slowly waved his hand, "Xiao Zhang, uncle will get you what you want. If you have a good wine, just bring a bottle of it. No need."

Zhang Zhi didn't expect the "remuneration" to be so cheap, so he hurriedly said, "No, Uncle Deng, although the amount I want is not much, it is definitely not easy to get, you..."

"Hey, the friendship between my grandpa and my grandfather is not worth this thing?" Uncle Deng walked up to the young man and took a look at the list. "Don't think that Uncle Deng is old, but it's not worse than when he was young. It happens that some people want weapons. I just need to pay more attention to you when I'restock'."

As the youth said, the more chaotic the world, the more prosperous their business. From the time when the rumors of zombies broke out in Luocheng Kaicheng, Uncle Deng's orders on hand are beyond imagination. If he is not familiar with Zhang Zhi, he is too lazy to take care of the things that Zhang Zhi wants.