I sell Coke in the doomsday

"How can you hold a child like this? She will be uncomfortable."

"You are so rough and crude, and you are not afraid of hurting the child."

Listening to the woman's complaints, I felt a little embarrassed. Having never taken care of a baby before, I was naturally a little clumsy when I held the child.

The little guy's crying eased the atmosphere a lot. The man behind me hesitated for a moment, and finally took away the thing that was pressing against my waist. I turned around and saw that it was a rusty shovel.

There were about a dozen people who gathered around, but they didn't seem to have any interest in me. Instead, they surrounded the little girl, making faces and teasing her.

However, no matter how those people teased the little guy, he just kept crying. In desperation, the young woman picked up the little guy again and handed him over.

After falling into my arms, the little guy who was crying just now quickly quieted down, smacking his lips, looking at me with his black eyes, smiling foolishly.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but a warm current was flowing slowly in my heart.

The young woman had been looking at the little one in my arms. When she saw him smiling, she also started to smile and raised her eyes to me. There was an imperceptible envy on her gray face.

"She likes you very much."

"Although the way you hold him is not right, children still like their parents the most."

Hearing this, I held the little guy in my arms, my eyes dimmed, and I wanted to explain something, but after looking at the little guy in my arms, I finally nodded gently and spoke in a low voice.

"Yeah, isn't that what people are like?"

I exchanged a few simple pleasantries with everyone present, and in the end it was the uncle who blocked my way with a shovel who invited me into their base.

The twenty or thirty people in this base all lived in the original staff building. The accommodation environment was much better than that in other bases, but food was very scarce.

The uncle took me to a hall that looked like a cafeteria, asked me to sit down, and began to ask about my background.

"Young man, you said before that you were here to do business with us? Tell me in detail what kind of business it is."

On my dining table, there was a bowl of fermented yogurt. It looked like it was fermented using traditional methods and there were many milk lumps in it. I tried to dip a little with my finger and then put it to the little guy's mouth.

The little girl was not picky about food. She stuck out her little tongue and started licking. Well, she had been hungry for a while.

I answered the uncle softly while feeding the little one with my fingers.

"I parked a pickup truck outside the farm with a full tank of Coke. I wanted to trade the Coke for a cow."

Hearing this, the uncle was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile and said apologetically.

"I don't know how you knew there were cows here, young man."

"But the situation may be different from what you think. We only have seven dairy cows left, and only one of the breeding bulls is still alive."

"These eight cows are our only source of food. We cannot afford to lose even one."

"So, hug..."

Before the uncle could finish his refusal, I interrupted him and spoke very seriously.

"It's okay, I don't need to take the cow away, I just come here every once in a while and take away enough milk."

"If you still have concerns, I can promise that every time you come, I can bring you enough canned food."

The uncle was shocked by the conditions I proposed, and stood there for a moment, as if he couldn't understand it. But after a moment, he looked at the little guy in my arms, his expression relaxed, and asked softly.

"Is it for this child?"

I didn't hide anything, just nodded slightly and spoke in a low voice.

"Some time ago, this child's mother died in a riot. Without food like milk, this child...would not survive."

I was pretending to be pitiful on purpose. I didn't say that I picked up the child, but pretended to be the child's father in order to gain sympathy.

This trick is more effective than I thought.

After hearing what I said, the uncle looked at me and the little guy with a little more sympathy. After thinking for a moment, he comforted us softly.

"This will all pass, young man."

"Don't worry, even if you have nothing, we won't let the child starve to death."

Hearing this, I was delighted, but I still had to pretend to be sad and grateful. I held the little one in my arms and kept thanking him.

"Thank you. If you have any problem in the future, just tell me. As long as I can help, I will do my best."

The uncle smiled when he heard my words and regarded them as meaningless polite talk. He didn't take them seriously. But then he seemed to remember something and reminded me.

"That's right, young man."

"Twenty miles north of here, there is a seed warehouse. If you pass by there, be sure to take a detour."

"It's very dangerous there, full of zombies, you must avoid it."

Seed warehouse?

Hearing this, I was moved and became interested in the seed warehouse. But before I could ask, the uncle asked me very enthusiastically.

"By the way, what's your child's name?"

I was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the little guy in my arms. The little guy was sucking his fingers. I was slightly dazed and answered softly.

"Su Ke'er."

"Her name is...Su Ke'er."

Chapter 102: Chance Encounter (Part 2)

"Su Ke'er."

"Her name is...Su Ke'er."

Hearing this, the uncle frowned, touched his head with his hand, and his facial features were squeezed together. He looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated. He held it in for a long time before speaking awkwardly.

"No, isn't this name too girly?"

"..."

The corner of my eye twitched, and after staring at the uncle for a long time, I held my forehead and sighed.

"Well...Ke'er is a girl."

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell into silence. The old man's face turned red and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak. It was obvious that he was not good at communicating with others.

Especially at such an awkward moment.

Coincidentally, I am not that kind of person.

The uncle and I looked at each other, with awkward smiles on our faces. We laughed dryly, but didn't know how to end it.

After nearly five minutes of silence, I took the initiative to break the awkward atmosphere and successfully changed the topic.

"That's right, uncle."

"Where did you say there was a seed warehouse?"

The introverted uncle heaved a sigh of relief and his expression returned to normal.

"Oh, that one."

"Twenty miles north of here, there is a seed warehouse. When the zombie virus first started, many people ran there and wanted to take out the seeds inside."

"But in the end, for some reason, there was a very powerful zombie there. It was almost as tall as a two-story building, and it was also very smart."

"The people who went there were not eaten directly by the big zombie, but were all infected and turned into zombies, making the number of zombies there extremely scary."

"People who come later won't be able to get the seeds. They will be eaten clean by the zombies just passing by."

Twenty miles to the north? This is exactly the opposite direction of my return. No wonder I never knew such a place existed.

Seed warehouses are more valuable than guns in the apocalyptic wasteland, at least in my opinion.

I have to go and take a look.

After thinking for a moment, I looked down at the little guy in my arms and asked the uncle softly.

"Uncle, can you... help me take care of this child?"

"It won't take too long, two days at most."

Hearing this, the uncle obviously realized something and tried to persuade him earnestly.

"Young man, don't be stupid."

"Once you go to that place, you can't come back."

I smiled, looked relaxed, and spoke slowly.

"Uncle, you misunderstood."

"I have other things to do, so it's inconvenient for me to bring Ke'er with me. It has nothing to do with the place you mentioned."

Such a simple excuse was certainly not enough to convince this kind-hearted uncle. In the following time, he kept persuading me earnestly.

After a long time, the uncle finally realized that he couldn't persuade me, so he sighed helplessly, lowered his head in defeat, and sighed.

"The child is still so young, why are you so depressed?"

"It is better to live a miserable life than to die."

After persuasion failed, the uncle stopped looking at me as if I were dying. Later, he called the young woman who wanted to hold the baby and asked me to hand the baby over to her.

The young woman didn't understand the situation, but the joy on her face was genuine, and she seemed to really like this little guy.

Finally, the uncle sent me to the gate of the farm. He should have said some goodbye words, but he looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Finally, he sighed and whispered with guilt on his face.

"In fact, I should have stopped you from going to die, even if it meant breaking your legs."

I was a little curious, so I asked in a provocative way.

"Then why didn't you do it?"

Hearing this, the uncle turned his head and looked behind him. The young woman was holding the little guy, her face full of love, and she was gently poking the little guy's face with her fingers.

Her movements were gentle and slow, as if the little one in her arms was as fragile as a bubble.

The uncle looked at the young woman, his brows lowered, and spoke in a low voice.

"That's my daughter, that's why I didn't stop you."

Hearing this, I suddenly realized, and my eyes passed over the uncle and fell on the young woman, and I said softly.

"I think I understand."

The little guy lost his parents, and naturally some people also lost their children. This is not a coincidence, but a common occurrence in this world.

The uncle smiled bitterly, rubbed his slightly dirty pants with his hands, and spoke slowly.

"In the past three years, three children have been born in this base, but none of them survived."

"We tried our best, but children are too fragile. In this terrible world, giving birth is already a very dangerous thing, not to mention children."

As he said that, the uncle turned around, looked at me deeply, and said something meaningful.

"Young man, we have three mothers who have lost their children here."

"Whether you want to abandon this child or commit suicide, I can guarantee that this child will not suffer any injustice in this stronghold."

"Maybe it's a good thing for some people here that you can't come back."

Hearing this, I could only smile bitterly, shake my head, and whispered.

"You don't have to be so blunt."

Now that things have come to this, I understand why the uncle did not stop me from going to "die". But being able to speak out this matter so frankly was an extremely rare thing, even in the civilized society of that time.

No, perhaps it is precisely because of the world we live in that we can be so frank.

I didn't say anything else, and didn't care whether the people in the distance were looking at me or not. I just waved goodbye. After doing all this, I turned and left.

I'll be back. I'll be back.

Although I have only been with the little one for half a month until today, I will definitely come back to pick her up.

I got in the car, identified the direction, started the car, drove over the tall weeds, and headed north.

The tall grass blocked my view, the light and shadow were scattered, the weeds in front of me fell down one after another, and the muddy road made my journey bumpy.

I rolled down the car window and the air was filled with the fragrance after the rain. Although I was reluctant, I had to admit that the air was indeed getting better after the zombie virus outbreak.

Twenty miles is not far. Even though the road is a bit difficult to walk on, I still successfully reached my destination after an hour.