Chapter 41 Commissary

Along the way, it was like falling into a mud pit, and the car broke down several times in succession, and the group of people managed to reach Shiba Village without any risk.

Just at the entrance of the village, met the village chief who had just finished repairing and inspecting the dam. Old man Liu, who received the red envelope from the crew, got out of the car and went to communicate.

After a while, the old man Liu returned and directed the team to the village, saying that the village chief had promised to vacate a few warehouses to temporarily accommodate them.

Vehicles were full in the yard of the village brigade, everyone got out of the car to move things, the men and women were separated, and a large group of people huddled together, which was barely a place to live.

In the crowded room, Fu Wenyuan unscrewed the mineral water bottle and handed it to Ye Rong, and then fumbled out the chocolate he had just collected from Feng Zhiting and stuffed it with Ye Rong, and said, "Put it on first, from last night until now. Didn't eat anything."

Ye Rong was puzzled for a moment, holding the chocolate in his hand and shaking it in front of him, "Why do you carry this with you, do you like it?"

Fu Wenyuan waved his hand and hurriedly tried to prove his innocence, "It's not me, how could I like to eat that kind of food, it was brought by that idiot Feng Zhiting." He deliberately added another sentence, "Because Kong Chensheng likes sweets."

Ye Rong let out a long sigh, slowly tore open the chocolate packaging, and said casually, "I can make chocolate cake. I thought you liked it, but I thought I could make it for you in the future."

Fu Wenyuan suddenly felt like he was shooting himself in the foot. After being silent for two seconds, he automatically ignored what he just said, changed his face without changing his heart, and said slowly, "Actually, I like chocolate. …”

Ye Rong rolled his eyes, broke off half of the chocolate to feed him, and said with a smile, "Well, okay... If you like it, I will give you half."

Fu Wenyuan's taste is light, and he never likes to eat these sweet and greasy things, but what Ye Rong feeds him at this moment is another matter.

Not only is it not greasy at all, but it is also sweet to the heart.

Ye Rong stuffed the remaining half into his mouth, took a sip of water, and discussed with Fu Wenyuan: "Liu Ping just told me that there is a canteen in the village. Let's go buy something after a while."

Fu Wenyuan nodded, hugged Ye Rong against his shoulders, and the two of them leaned against the wall and closed their eyes to rest.

After Liu Ping was pulled home by his father and finished feeding the animals, he rushed to the village brigade and bumped into Ye Rong, who was just about to go out.

As soon as he heard that he was going to the commissary, Liu Ping enthusiastically wanted to show them the way, saying that he knew a path to get there quickly.

Shiba Village is not big, and the three of them walked around the muddy path, and it didn't take long for them to reach the canteen.

When he got there, Ye Rong found out that the so-called canteen turned out to be a simple plastic shed, which was pitifully small in the storm.

They squatted into the shed, and saw that there were several iron shelves inside with instant noodles and spicy noodles and a bunch of cheap snacks.

There was a small wooden bed in the corner, and a middle-aged man with messy hair sat up from the bed when he saw someone came in.

Liu Ping greeted him with a familiar look: "Uncle Wang, come and buy something."

The man who was called by Liu Ping to Uncle Wang responded lukewarmly and let them choose by themselves.

Ye Rong moved two boxes of instant noodles according to the head count, and Fu Wenyuan moved with them, and cleaned up the few stocks in the canteen in three or two times.

Liu Ping took out a few dollars from his pocket and asked happily, "Uncle Wang, do you still have Jumping Candy? I've been waiting for a long time."

Hearing this, the man's face twitched slightly, and his eyebrows were huddled together, as if Liu Ping had said something unspeakable.

Liu Ping took the money back with a disappointed expression, and quickly changed his mood. He turned around and diligently helped Ye Rong and the others move things together.

Liu Ping's movements were quick and agile, causing Ye Rong to pay attention.

In the end, he was surprised to find that although Liu Ping looked thin and weak, his strength was unexpectedly strong. He was not out of breath when he carried a few boxes of mineral water. Ye Rong even felt that he was comparable to Fu Wenyuan. I've beaten myself hundreds of times.

Ye Rong stood in front of the iron shelf and emptied the last box of braised beef noodles, but found something on the bottom layer of the iron shelf, covered by a red cloth, and couldn't guess what it was.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to uncover it, but Wang Guiren, who had always been sullen, suddenly roared when he saw his movement: "Don't move!"

Ye Rong was startled, and with a flick of his hand, he pulled the red cloth down.

Contrary to what imagined, under the red cloth was just a clay sculpture of a smiling pregnant woman with a big belly, and there was nothing unusual.

But Wang Guiren was out of anger as if someone had ripped off a fig leaf, his expression twisted and his limbs extremely uncoordinated, he walked towards this side.

Only then did Ye Rong realize that Wang Guiren turned out to be a disabled person, half of his body dragged weakly and rushed over, twitching from time to time, as if a bluish-gray

zombie

Fu Wenyuan stepped in front of Wang Guiren first, without making a sound or making a move, just looking at him with such a blank expression, an invisible pressure shrouded the sky and covering the sky.

Like a dog who met a lion, the tall, handsome, healthy young man in front of him made him even more ashamed. Like a ghost who had seen the light, he stopped under Fu Wenyuan's gaze, but he could only reluctantly. Back shivering.

At the end, he only glared at Liu Ping who brought them here, and shouted in dialect: "Get your things and go!"

[The author has something to say: I have been outside for the past two days, and there is a temporary situation, and the update will not be too normal. Thank you for your tolerance! 】