This is apocalyptic

Chapter 50: Let’s continue

Bai Xiao was reading the notes left by Lin Duoduo's family, trying to find some clues from them.

He was a little confused by Aunt Qian's words, but the old lady now just wanted to wait for death. If it weren't for Lin Duoduo, Bai Xiao doubted that she would not want to say a word to him.

The reason I talked to him was that I hoped he could leave the village with Lin Duoduo to find a way out. It would be safer for two of them than for Lin Duoduo to wander around alone.

After flipping through the pages for a long time, when Lin Duoduo felt a little sorry for her notes, Bai Xiao said, "You can get some seeds some other day, and we can plant some land."

“Can you plant?”

"You can learn it eventually. I have grown flowers before," said Bai Xiao.

"Flowers are not everywhere, so why plant them?"

Lin Duoduo felt that the zombies were really idle before. She looked at the vegetable garden that Bai Xiao had turned over.

"I'll shovel back the dried silt from the river next time. It's fertile." Bai Xiao continued.

As we were talking, the sky turned cloudy and dark, with a hint of coolness amid the gloom.

The rain in June and July always comes quickly and violently. Lin Duoduo urged the Zombie King loudly while collecting the firewood that she had carried down from the mountain last time and spread out with great difficulty, as well as the dried raspberries that had begun to dehydrate, and moved them all into the house or threw them under the shed.

If live firewood is soaked in rain water, it will become unburnable.

Raindrops as big as beans began to fall with a crackling sound, moistening the land that had been baked by the scorching sun for a long time, and hitting the shed with a bang.

Lin Duoduo worked hurriedly for a long time, cleaned up the yard, and stood under the eaves to avoid the rain.

"I haven't finished moving the dead tree yet!" Bai Xiao felt that the rain came at a wrong time.

It was the first time that the newly built shed was put to the test. He hid under the shed and looked up. Fortunately, there was no leakage. The rain flowed down the slope from the roof in a line.

Because of the rain, it was already dark before nightfall.

"Why don't you go back and check if your house is leaking?" Lin Duoduo shouted.

At the same time, he found a tattered umbrella from the house and threw it to him.

The Zombie King opened an umbrella and held it above his head. He walked out of the yard in the heavy rain and returned to his own house to see if there was any water leak.

If the leak is serious, you will have to take down some tiles from other dilapidated houses and fill it up after the rain stops.

Lin Duoduo stood under the eaves and shouted to the neighbors: "Is it leaking?"

"It's leaking!" The voice of the Zombie King came from next door.

"Is the leakage severe?" Lin Duoduo continued to shout.

It is almost inevitable that an old house like this that has been uninhabited for a long time will leak, it's just a matter of how serious it is. The most serious ones are completely uninhabitable. Not only does it leak rain in the summer, it also leaks air in the winter. All the heat escapes, making people shiver with cold.

"It's okay! There are only leaks in the side room and the kitchen."

Bai Xiao's voice became a little clearer. It sounded like he had gone around every room and was now standing under the eaves of the next house answering.

Lin Duoduo felt relieved. She took a stool and sat down, looking at the gloomy rain.

After the initial rush of packing up, the rain will give you a feeling of peace.

Bai Xiao was worried that the rain would collapse his house, so he didn't stay in the house. He stood under the eaves and looked at the mountains in the distance that were blocked by the rain.

He suddenly remembered the fish basket he had put in the river. The river would surely flood if it rained, and he wondered if he could ever find it back.

The silt that had been dried in the sun for several days was wasted. I should have carried it back today... A rain could ruin many plans. Bai Xiao understood the farmers' helplessness. However, there were also good things. The wildness had been dry for too long. This rain could bring great benefits.

The sky gradually darkened and the rain was still falling with no sign of slowing down.

Bai Xiao went back to the house to rest. It was very comfortable to rest on a rainy day. The air was moist, and he listened to the sound of rain outside.

The rain continued until the next day.

The rain has become much lighter, but it hasn't stopped yet.

The yard was wet and water was still flowing down from the eaves like beads strung together, sweeping away the heat of many days.

Bai Xiao said hello to his neighbor, opened the old umbrella and went out, walking out of the village. His back gradually became blurred in the drizzle.

He went to the river and took a look. Sure enough, the water level had risen a lot. It was originally just a small river, but now he could hear the sound of water splashing from far away. The turbid river water had become larger and was flowing very fast. As for his bamboo basket, it had disappeared and he didn't know where it had been washed away.

After walking around, he found that the village was a little far from the valley and there was no risk of mudslides. He walked back with an umbrella and saw Erdan in the fields. The sound of rain made him look a little anxious.

Erdan's already tattered clothes were now soaked and stuck to his body, making his already dark and thin body look even more skinny, with his ribs clearly visible.

The zombie king thought about it and made some noise to attract it. When he just entered the village, he met Uncle Cai again. The morning glory on Uncle Cai's ear had disappeared long ago, and now he was just a scary old zombie.

Bai Xiao walked in front holding an umbrella, humming something, leading the two zombies to an empty yard, led them in, and then closed the door.

The zombies in the wild are exposed to wind and rain, and will decay faster than the zombies in the city.

If you still wander around in this kind of weather, you might be washed away by the water at any time.

"It's raining so heavily. The river over there is flooded." The Zombie King returned to the yard and put away the umbrella.

"Where's your basket?"

“Washed away by the water.”

"Tsk, I just caught a few things and it's gone."

Lin Duoduo expressed her contempt, saying that the Zombie King couldn't even keep an eye on a bamboo basket.

"Weave another one, a bigger one, and I'm sure I can catch fish." Bai Xiao was full of confidence. "Weave a few more, and I'll lay a few more. I still have earthworms. When the weather clears up, I'll go to the fields and catch some grasshoppers and mash them to see if I can use them as bait."

The drizzle continued to fall. Lin Duoduo put away the book she was reading, put it aside, and went under the shed to get a bamboo pole.

These were the books she brought back from scavenging in the city. They were used as entertainment when she was bored. She couldn't understand some of the content, but she could understand most of it.

"Let's talk about Pan Jinlian." Lin Duoduo said while splitting bamboo strips. Zombies are idle anyway, and can't read books, so they just listen to Ximen Qing, the foot-eater.

"Are you addicted to it?" Bai Xiao was surprised.

"Speak quickly!"

"Well...where did we leave off last time?" Bai Xiao couldn't remember.

Fortunately, I tried hard to recall it.

"…Wu Da was fed arsenic by her, but he was not dead yet, but his stomach hurt as if it was being cut by a knife. Pan Jinlian saw this and was afraid that he would scream, so she covered him with a quilt and sat on him. At this time, Wu Da was still asking, "I can't breathe, please relax." Pan Jinlian said that the doctor said that he should sweat after drinking the medicine. Then she covered him for a while, and Wu Da became motionless. He was poisoned to death…"

"How miserable." Lin Duoduo sighed. She was a very good listener and listened very carefully. Telling stories to such people was the most fulfilling thing.

The deserted village, the light rain, and listening to people telling stories have become the best entertainment activities in her life.

(End of this chapter)