Travel through famine years and awaken a post-apocalyptic survival system.

"Officer Zhao, are you alright?"

Someone shouted at him from the tree.

Zhao Qingsong came to his senses and laughed, "It should be alright now. Don't rush down. There are wolves nearby. Wait a while."

There are definitely wolves nearby!

However, with rifles, there shouldn't be a big problem as long as we're not surrounded.

"Okay, be careful!"

"good!"

Zhao Qingsong agreed.

After waiting for a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the system notification.

This pig is really resilient.

If it were a shotgun, it's uncertain whether it would have been able to kill this guy!

Once he was sure the pig was dead, he came out. As for the wolves around him, they were scared away again by the gunshot.

It's a pity about the wolves we killed earlier.

Wolf meat is fine, but wolf pelts are a real delicacy!

Thinking of this, he looked around and, seeing that Song Cheng didn't dare to come, shouted to the people in the tree, "Don't come down, wait here, I'm going to check on Song Cheng and the others, they'll be here soon."

After saying that, he turned and left.

It wasn't far to begin with.

He soon arrived at the place he had been before.

There lay the corpses of eight gray wolves, three of whom he had killed, and the others were killed by Song Cheng and his men.

Song Cheng didn't dislike the meat; the mission was more important than the wolf meat.

He got all the benefits now.

He quickly put it into his spatial storage and ran back.

……

When he returned, Song Cheng and the other man had already arrived and were squatting on the ground examining the wild boar's carcass.

The people in the tree have also come down.

Seeing him approach, Song Cheng asked in confusion, "Where did you go?"

Zhao Qingsong chuckled and complained, "Of course we came to find you guys! We don't know if we got lost on the way back, we were afraid you'd get there first, so we came back."

Song Cheng didn't think much of it when he heard this.

No one would have guessed that he went back to secretly collect the wolf carcasses.

He quickly pointed at the wild boar and said, "You shot this wild boar in the eye?"

"Um!"

Zhao Qingsong hummed in agreement: "What's wrong?"

Song Cheng looked at the wild boar and said, "What happened? I just checked. Several of the wounds on this wild boar were from the head, and a few were from the stomach, but none hit the heart. The fatal wound was in the eye."

After saying that, he said excitedly, "Officer Zhao, your marksmanship is so accurate, and you were even able to find traces of spies in the mountains. You're amazing! Are you interested in joining our branch? It's a waste of your talent to work at the steel factory."

Zhao Qingsong quickly waved his hand: "Hey, Captain Song, I'm doing just fine at the steel plant, and I have no plans to leave for the time being."

Good grief, he's not going!

The discipline there is much stricter than at the steel mill; he has no desire to go there.

Moreover, the security department of the steel plant now offers much better pay than the police station; only those with too much free time would go there.

Song Cheng laughed and said, "Don't be so quick to refuse! Think about it when we get back. You're perfect for our line of work."

"Hey, Captain Song, now we're thinking about how to get back. My mission in the mountains this time was hunting, and now that I have this, I can go back and explain. Could you lend me a hand?"

He's much stronger now, but he still can't carry a wild boar weighing three or four hundred pounds back.

Two people are about the same.

Song Cheng was somewhat disappointed when he heard him refuse, but he couldn't force him.

Looking at the wild boar on the ground, he felt a bit of a headache.

"This thing is too heavy; I doubt both of us will be able to handle it."

Even if there are two people, on average, each person has to bear nearly 200 kilograms of weight.

Zhao Qingsong was confident that the two of them would be fine; his strength wasn't for nothing.

"Give it a try!"

"Alright, everyone else, follow the previous plan and go down the mountain. Officer Zhao and I will go catch wild boars together."

That's settled then.

The two men each grabbed a pig's leg and dragged it directly on the ground.

Song Cheng was having some difficulty, but the two of them could still manage to pull it.

The group set off.

……

After a while, Song Cheng felt he couldn't take it anymore. He looked up at Zhao Qingsong, whose expression hadn't changed much.

I immediately felt ashamed.

No way, how can we let this kid outdo us? That would be so embarrassing!

Grit your teeth and persevere.

Zhao Qingsong wasn't unwilling to share the burden with Song Cheng; he could drag such a heavy wild boar, but he couldn't keep doing it for an extended period.

I can only try my best to conserve my physical strength.

Time passed by, bit by bit.

Everyone else has been rotated several times.

Everyone else was also exhausted, and Song Cheng was too embarrassed to ask anyone to take his place. He gritted his teeth and persevered, glancing at Zhao Qingsong from time to time.

I hope Zhao Qingsong will take a break.

Unfortunately, you could feel Zhao Qingsong putting in effort, but he just couldn't seem to hold on.

Grit your teeth and keep going.

……

"No, I can't take it anymore."

Song Cheng couldn't hold on any longer and wanted to speak.

Suddenly, Zhao Qingsong spoke up.

"Stop! Someone's there."

Hearing that he was told to stop, Song Cheng breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling himself breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Oh my god, this guy finally couldn't hold on any longer."

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Qingsong spoke up: "There are people ahead! I don't know if they're one of yours."

There were indeed people there, and they were quite scattered, so we conducted a thorough search.

It's like they're recruiting.

It's highly likely that he was one of Song Cheng's comrades who returned after bringing the criminals out of the mountains.

There were six people in total.

I specifically reminded them when they were getting close from both sides.

Song Cheng put his hand to his ear, tucking it behind his earlobe, listening to the sounds from afar.

Then his eyes lit up: "They might be one of ours. Xiao Wang, you guys stop here, I'll go check it out first."

After saying that, he put down his things, took the gun, and left.

……

The others remained where they were, waiting.

After a while, Song Cheng returned, bringing four people with him.

"Officer Zhao, these are people from our department. They just came to see us. That's great! With more people, we can get the wild boar back. There are cars at the foot of the mountain; we'll take them back."

Zhao Qingsong also breathed a sigh of relief.

It's really inconvenient with someone around, otherwise he would have gone back by himself long ago.

"Okay, thank you then."

"Hey, don't be so polite. Meng Yan, you guys switch with them and let them catch their breath. They're too tired."

孟岩

One of the people Song Cheng brought back.

The other party smiled and agreed: "Okay, I brought some food. You guys eat first. I was worried that we would still be carrying out missions in the mountains. I brought a lot this time, so please have something to eat first."

Seeing this, Song Cheng smiled and said, "Alright, then take a rest first. Officer Zhao, you should eat something too. I ate quite a lot of your food just now. Don't worry, after we get back, we'll report to the branch office and they'll reimburse you for your food."

Zhao Qingsong looked at the steamed buns made from two kinds of dough and smiled, "Okay, I won't ask for more."

Food is scarce now.

It would be unusual for him to be so polite.

He took the steamed bun and started eating.

He doesn't like to eat cornbread made from a mixture of two types of flour because it contains a lot of cornmeal and isn't fermented, making it a bit hard.

However, steamed buns made from two kinds of dough, after fermentation, have a sweet corn flavor and the soft, glutinous texture of steamed buns.

He still really enjoys eating.

If it's finely ground, peeled cornmeal, it's comparable to wheat flour. When mixed with wheat flour, it tastes even better than wheat flour steamed buns.

Before the famine years, people in the city ate peeled cornmeal, but now, during the famine years, corn is ground with the husk on.

The same applies to flour; it's ground into a paste, including the skin, and most of the white flour steamed buns on the market are made from this paste.

Pure white flour is also available, but in very limited quantities.

The reason why cornmeal from rural areas doesn't taste good is due to processing issues.

Rural processing is relatively crude.

Song Cheng distributed food to the group, and they ate there.

After they had eaten enough, the group set off again.

With more people this time, it was a little easier; the wild boar was easier to drag with four people.

The group took turns.

More than two hours later, they finally emerged from the mountain.

After the car pulled out, Meng Yan checked the surroundings and said, "The car is up ahead, probably three or four miles away. You guys walk, I'll run over and drive."

Song Cheng agreed: "Okay, go ahead! We'll rest for a bit and then leave."

Seeing this, Meng Yan led the two men away at a jog.

After everyone left, Song Cheng took out a cigarette and offered one to Zhao Qingsong, while others offered cigarettes to the others.

"Officer Zhao, please reconsider what happened before."

Zhao Qingsong smiled and said, "Okay, I'll think about it."

If it were during the state-owned enterprise reforms in the 1980s, he could really consider it; it could be seen as a transitional measure.

But now!

I really won't consider it.

Song Cheng could tell from his perfunctory tone that he didn't say anything more.

Half an hour later, the car finally arrived.

An old jeep and two sidecar motorcycles.

"How can I sit here?"

Looking at the 10 people, a corpse, and a large wild boar, Zhao Qingsong asked a question with some hesitation.

He then smiled and said, "Why don't you go back first and tell the factory people to come and help transport it back? It's not far from the steel plant here."

Wild boars take up too much space.

He would rather these people leave so he could ride his bike back himself, since it's only a little over an hour's ride anyway.

Song Cheng looked at the people, then at the wild boar, and said, "Here's what we'll do: put the wild boar in the back of the jeep, and the rest of you can squeeze onto the sidecar. Just drive slowly. One person can sit on the boar. If that doesn't work, extra people can cling to the side of the vehicle."

After hearing this, Zhao Qingsong didn't say anything more.

The group worked together to lift the wild boar onto the back seat of the vehicle, while the others rode motorcycles as much as possible.

Zhao Qingsong sat in the passenger seat.

The car slowly started moving, heading towards the city.

……

After crossing the river, we arrived at the main road at the gate of the steel plant. Instead of going in, we drove directly along the main road into the district.

The district public security bureau is not far from here, only about four kilometers from the east gate.

The main road located between the inner city of Beijing and the steel mill.

Song Cheng then drove Zhao Qingsong to the factory.

At the gate, the old man who was supposed to open the gate stopped the car.

"Uncle Li, it's me!"

Zhao Qingsong leaned out and greeted the other person, offering him a cigarette.

When Grandpa Li saw it was him, he chuckled and took the cigarette: "Officer Zhao! What's going on here? You're even riding in a car?"

"I went hunting in the mountains and caught a wild boar. I ran into some police officers and asked them to help me bring it back."

"Huh? A wild boar?"

Upon hearing this, the old man looked around in the back seat and exclaimed, "Wow, this thing is huge! Where did you hit it? Did you do it all by yourself?"

"yes!"

"Okay, go ahead!"

Grandpa Li urged him on with a smile.

"Okay! You go ahead with your work, I'll go in first. Captain Song, please go in!"

Zhao Qingsong exchanged pleasantries with Song Cheng.

The car then started moving.

Guided by Zhao Qingsong, the car drove to the entrance of the kitchen of Canteen No. 1.

It's afternoon now, and no one comes to eat in the cafeteria except for a few scattered people coming and going.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Qingsong handed Song Cheng a cigarette: "Captain Song, I'm going to find the canteen manager. He'll have someone come over to move the things in a bit. Please wait here for a moment."

"Okay, go ahead! I'll also go to your security department and tell them what happened today."

"Okay! The security office is on the road we just came from, to the left of the main gate."

After Zhao Qingsong finished speaking, he went directly to the canteen kitchen, while Song Cheng walked to the security department.