Before going to bed at night, Fu Hongyang prepared a cardboard box for the big fat cat to make a nest.

I don’t know if the big fat cat was kept in the house before. After being tied up by a rope, it was now safe to move into the cardboard box after a brief mania.

No noise or quarrel.

Eat the fruits of the mulberry tree for a while and lick the hair on your body for a while, and feel at ease.

Doudou is very hostile to fat cats, but it is as timid as a mouse on the tree and dares not approach the fat cats at all. In fact, it is even trembling when standing on the tree.

After all, he is a dog and is born without the ability to climb trees.

"Sleep, Doudou, don't look at the fat cat, you are not suitable." Fu Hongyang reached out and touched Doudou's short and hard black hair. The wound that was originally cut by the iron sheet in his left hand had been completely healed, leaving only a faint scar. As time passed, the scar was also disappearing.

I don’t know if it’s the effect of green fiber or the fact that scars are not easy to leave on the palm of my hand.

"Ahhhh." Doudou shook her tail, lying on the bed board but still staring at the fat cat under the branches. The light gradually dimmed, leaving only its two dog eyes with a faint luster.

Occasionally, in the paper box, the fat cat would look up at Doudou, and his eyes would emit a faint light.

Fu Hongyang's eyes did not shine because he had closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep. Before the disaster, he didn't have any sleepiness after twelve o'clock. Now he can basically fall asleep as the environment changes. Who would have thought that college students who are powerless can grow into strong men?

"I also want to be a swordsman, a lone man in the smog, hunting zombies through thousands of miles!"

...

The slightly secondary imagination was the last vague thought before he fell asleep.

I never dreamed of black seeds, nor did I dreamed of saplings. When I woke up the next day, he sat on the bed and recalled his dreams carefully. I found that they were all broken memories such as big forests, cat and dog battles, ant legion, and zombie frenzy. This is true that I have thought about it on the day and dreamed about it at night.

Since the dream has nothing to do with Wu Ju, he no longer recalls it seriously.

I glanced around and saw no zombies invading or strange animals. The haze-free area of ​​the baubles is safe. The black squid next door has grown to a smaller size than the baubles, and it will be a seed in two days. The big black ants under the tree are a little dishonest and occupy the pile of wooden boards next to it.

Originally, the wooden board was used to build a wooden house, but he planned to leave, so the wooden board could not be taken away, so he let the big black ant ruin it.

It just so happens that there are a variety of umbrellas for Doudou to be food.

"Meow!" When the fat cat in the paper box saw Fu Hongyang, he screamed, probably because he was hungry.

"Woom!"

Doudou responded unwillingly.

"Shut up." Fu Hongyang put down Doudou and added a few bauble fruits to the fat cat, but the fat cat didn't want to eat it at all, so he lazily combed his hair.

"Aren't you hungry?" Fu Hongyang was stunned, and then suddenly realized, "Yes, the fat cat is on the tree by itself, and the rope is long enough. It can pick fruits and eat when it is hungry." Unlike Doudou, a stupid dog, it is as easy as playing with a cat. Picking fruits will not make the fat cat suffer.

Wash your face and brush your teeth, and signal Doudou not to run around in the yard.

Fu Hongyang did a set of radio gymnastics warm-up, waved the machete and steel bars to strengthen his muscle memory. Then he took a deep breath and put on the thickened mask sewn yesterday: "Huh, don't wait, I'll do something big today, pull only zombies from the haze to do an experiment!"

There is no obvious boundary between the haze-free area and the haze, but there is an excessive period from thin to thick.

When he walked to this area, for some reason, he felt nervous in his heart, and then he laughed in his heart: "Damn, he looks useless!" He was trying to hunt zombies, and now he was nervous even when he stepped into the haze-free area. It was so embarrassing.

Twist your neck.

Waving that slight tension away, Fu Hongyang followed the cracked cement road in the direction near his hometown as he remembered. The light from the corner of his eyes was always observing the surroundings - if it weren't for the thick haze, the view now was about spring-like scenery.

In the mud on the roadside, grass is everywhere, growing very vigorously, with a few white and yellow flowers.

There is no sunshine, they still grow firmly.

The trees on the roadside began to become lush, but they did not grow like oval trees and black slabs, and only maintained the original appearance of the plants.

"Roar!" There was a zombie cry in the distance, which looked a little misty.

Fu Hongyang's vision was blocked, and he could only see less than five meters away, and the distance was blurred. So he paid special attention to the movements around him, and even breathed very smoothly. The faint choking smell penetrated through the gaps in the mask, making his throat a little uncomfortable.

Want to cough.

But if you can bear it, you will continue to step into the smog.

"My family is a single family. If you walk here for less than fifty meters, it should be Tao Liangyu's family. Should I go to Tao Liangyu's house first to see the situation?"

Tao Liangyu is an acquaintance in the village. Like Fu Hongyang's parents, the couple went to work in other places just after the Lantern Festival. In this era, the young and strong people worked outside the country all year round, leaving behind some elderly or left-behind children, which are rare for housewives.

"It seems that there is no one in Tao Liangyu's family. I remember that he had an old man with the eldest child in the first half of the year and lived in Tao Liangyu's house in the second half of the year."

This is basically the case in rural areas, and the support of the elderly is shared by the brothers and several brothers.

While thinking, he had slowly touched the door of Tang Liangyu's house. The door was locked and the Spring Festival couplets had not been torn off: "It shouldn't be considered illegal to flip into his house now, right?" This was just a ridiculous idea for a moment. The next moment, he had already jumped over the wall and entered.

I came in to plunder supplies.

The doorman was locked tightly, and he couldn't help but pried open it with a machete. When he entered the room, he made sure that no one was living in it and there would be no zombies ambushing it, so he started to search for it casually. There was rice and flour in the kitchen, but Fu Hongyang no longer cared about it. Instead, he found half a bag of fried peanuts in the cabinet, and he carried it directly on his shoulder.

There are also some melon seeds and sugar, which are left over during the Chinese New Year, and these are all put into Fu Hongyang's pockets.

"There are also bacon and sausages. Do you want to have some?" Fu Hongyang looked at the marinated meat hanging on the roof of the kitchen and felt saliva secreting. "It's better to just make some rice, make a few eggs, and go back and have a meal... Eat fruit every day, your stomach can stand it, and your mouth can't stand it."

So I happily picked up the bacon, sausage, eggs and a little rice.

Finally, I found a hatchet in the yard, with a long hatchet head bent inward. I tried it more convenient than my own hatchet: "If you cut the head, you should be able to cut one by one... Not bad. With this hatchet, my machet can be retired."

It took twenty minutes before and after, and the search ended.
Chapter completed!