A bowl of noodles is certainly not enough to fill you up.

So Su Qingming took out a piece of cake and some dried sweet potatoes.

Seeing this, the few people who were still watching after drinking the soup came over again and looked at the dried sweet potatoes in his hand flatteringly.

Su Qingming: "..."

This is dried sweet potato, not dried meat. Do you care?

The eight people: Stare—

This dried sweet potato looks delicious!

Su Qingming resigned himself to his fate and took out a few more pieces, giving one to each person.

More?

No!

He wants to keep it and eat it slowly!

Because it was soft in his hand, he knew that the dried sweet potatoes made by his sister would be good.

Sure enough, the dried sweet potatoes tasted sweet and soft, unlike the ones he had eaten before, which were hard and difficult to chew, so he didn't like them.

His sister really understands him!

His sister’s cooking skills are so good, why didn’t he notice it before? Now that he has left home, he wonders how much delicious food he will miss!

Just thinking about it makes me want to roar.

"Qingming, your mother really loves you. She prepared so many delicious foods for you. My mother even made me a dozen flatbreads."

The man who was speaking was called Qi You, and he had a twin brother named Qi Zuo.

There was only one spot in his family, which his brother gave to him. He also worked hard and passed the assessment successfully.

He returned to his seat and pulled out a cloth bag. He walked back and opened it to show everyone. Inside was a corn tortilla as big as an adult's palm and as thick as a finger joint.

It's so thick that one piece is enough to complete a meal.

"At least yours is edible. Look at mine." Huang Tieniu took out his steamed corn bread from his arms and knocked it on the table. "Bang bang bang," the sound was enough to make one's teeth grind.

Everyone laughed so hard that they took out the dry food prepared by their families.

There are many kinds and varieties.

In fact, no matter whether it tastes good or bad, or looks beautiful or ugly, it is the love of the family. They are not really complaining, but just want to talk to others about their family in this way to relieve the reluctance and longing in their hearts.

The topic finally returned to Su Qingming. His dry food had a rich variety of varieties, not only meat and vegetables, but also rare dried fruits, which looked good and tasted good.

It's really enviable.

Su Qingming said proudly, "These were not prepared by my mother, but made specially for me by my sister."

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

He saw a group of "wolves" staring at him with green eyes and rushing towards him, which scared him so much that he shrank back holding his bag.

What do you want to do!

"Qingming, you have a younger sister. Is she pretty? Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Brother Qingming, what do you think of me? Am I worthy of my sister?"

"Look at me, Qingming. I'm strong and I can definitely protect my sister."

"Qingming..."

Su Qingming, who had been pushed into the corner, wanted to slap himself for what he had done a few minutes ago, but it was too late to regret.

He just wanted to show off to his sister, but he ended up attracting a pack of wolves.

But my sister prepared so many delicious foods for him, and I felt happy just thinking about it.

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In the morning, little brother Su cried and his mother couldn't comfort him no matter what she did, so she simply took him to the reclaimed land.

She pointed at Su's father and his group working and said to him, "If your sister doesn't go to school, she will be like your father and his group, working in the fields."

After saying that, she raised her hands in front of him.

The hand was dark and thin, with deep wrinkles on the back, calluses on the palm, and many cracks, looking a little scary.

"Do you want your sister's hands to be like this?"

Su Xiaodi's crying suddenly stopped and he started to hiccup. He didn't know that his mother's hands were like this.

He looked at his chubby, white hands, then looked at his mother and shook his head vigorously. He didn't want his sister's hands to become like this!

Mother Su held him in her arms and said to him, "Only by going to school can you avoid working in the fields. When Xiaolang grows up, he will have to go to school too."

Labor is glorious. These hands are the medals of her hard work in supporting her family, and she is not ashamed of them.

But working in the fields was too hard and tiring. Unless it was necessary, she didn't want her children to suffer this hardship and fatigue.

After hearing this, Si Jingyu wanted to say that to study, one also has to go to the fields, isn’t that what these educated youth do?

But seeing that little brother Su is still so young, the policy will probably change when he grows up. In that case, it is indeed better to study than not to study.

Little brother Su seemed to understand, but he understood one thing: as long as his sister went to school, her hands would not become like his mother's.

He stopped crying, and Su's mother carried him back.

Si Jingyu also knew that Su Qingzhu went to the town to study today.

When he got off work and saw the secret signal, he went to look for it and heard that someone in the town had sent a spy with broken hands and feet and a dislocated jaw to the Public Security Bureau today. He couldn't help laughing. It seemed that Su Qingzhu not only went to school, but also went to catch a spy.

Si Jingyu remained silent, and the man was not surprised. "Does the master have any special hobbies? Removing people's jaws is fine, but why must he cut off their hands and feet?"

Si Jingyu glanced at the darkness and thought to himself, this is not hard to guess. Only by cutting off the enemy's hands and feet can we completely eliminate the enemy's thoughts of suicide and resistance.

If Su Qingzhu heard these words, she would definitely give him a thumbs up, as they coincided with her thoughts.

In the first few years of the apocalypse, all rules and order became a mere decoration. The world was in such chaos that there were countless murders and robberies.

When encountering someone asking for help on the road, no one dares to approach rashly, for fear that it is another trap.

The base team has encountered many similar traps.

Pretending to be injured and asking for help, pretending to be defeated and retreating, pretending to be dead during a fight... There are endless methods, just to stab someone in the back unexpectedly.

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