Over the next month, the temperature rose to 43 degrees Celsius.

The pine trees and bamboo outside the yard, and the small green vegetables inside, can't be stopped from turning yellow even after being watered several times a day.

The pine trees and bamboos were left to their own devices, but the bok choy was not; Zuo Ling didn't want her hard work to be in vain.

A sunshade was set up in the vegetable garden to reduce the heat of the direct sunlight to some extent.

The family adjusted their schedule, moving training to the early morning and evening, but they were still drenched in sweat from the heat.

The three people and two animals eat five or six iced watermelons every day to cool off.

One day, as Zuo Ling was stuffing iced watermelon into her mouth, she watched Xiao Hao and the two little ones playing around and suddenly felt that something was missing.

He said to Pei Nansheng, "Xiao Hao can't just play around like this every day. He's never been to school. When he grows up, he'll be illiterate."

Pei Nansheng nodded in agreement: "We can't spoil him too much. Perfect, you can teach him."

"Me?" Zuo Ling pointed to her nose. "With my limited education, you expect me to teach him?"

Pei Nansheng rolled his eyes: "If it wasn't you, do you expect me to teach you? Do I look like a good student?"

Zuo Ling: "..."

So neither of the brother and sister is educated.

"You were with the Ding family, and they didn't let you go to school?"

"I read it, but I've forgotten everything," Pei Nansheng replied without blushing.

Zuo Ling: "..."

At this moment, she missed Professor Jin and his wife terribly, really, really!

It's just teaching children; Pei Nansheng isn't incapable of teaching, he just lacks the patience.

In his view, teaching Xiao Hao how to kill would be better than teaching him academic subjects in the apocalypse.

Similarly, Zuo Ling also lacked patience.

The brother and sister didn't want to raise a younger brother who only knew how to kill, so no matter how impatient they were, they had to grit their teeth and teach Xiao Hao academic subjects.

Xiao Hao has been a martial artist since childhood, and his personality has become wild. Sending him to school would be almost like sending him to prison.

Zuo Ling's face darkened: "If you don't study, you won't get any snacks or fruit. Your food allowance will be halved. You can choose."

How can we do without snacks and fruit!

Xiao Hao was terrified of hunger since he was a child, and his obsession with food is something that people who have never gone hungry cannot understand.

"I'll study, I'll study hard, sister, please don't take away my snacks and fruit, and don't cut my meals in half."

Just learn!

Among the materials that Panghuhu downloaded were elementary school textbooks, which were to be taught to Xiaohao and Zuoling, who needed to review them first.

The elementary school curriculum is simple, so it wasn't too difficult for Zuo Ling to teach it.

Xiao Hao pouted and muttered that he had no choice but to spend three hours a day studying academic subjects.

Days slipped by, temperatures rose higher and higher, the earth was scorching hot, and the wide river shrank by half.

Zuo Ling took out the ice blocks she had collected during the extreme cold and placed them in various corners of the house. The ceiling fan, electric fan, and air conditioner were running 24 hours a day, but it was still unbearably hot.

One day, Zuo Ling was helping Xiao Hao practice calligraphy when they heard gunshots outside.

The three of them, as if wound up, picked up their weapons and moved swiftly, instantly entering combat mode.

The waterfall leaped onto Zuo Ling's shoulder, the snowy night kept the dog's mouth shut, and its four paws trotted lightly.

Pei Nansheng and Xiao Hao opened the observation hole in the outer wall and looked out, while Zuo Ling peered out through the crack in the door.

A young soldier in military uniform was being chased and beaten by five burly men. The young soldier had a gun, while each of the men had a gleaming broadsword.

The young soldier, whose arm was weak, stumbled as he ran, his body stained with blood, his steps unsteady.

The burly men got closer and closer to the young soldier, who pulled the trigger backward and found he was out of bullets.

He had been chased for quite a distance, his arm was injured and bleeding profusely, he had no strength left to run, his vision was blurring, and he felt utterly hopeless.

Bang! A gunshot rang out, and a burly man fell to the ground.

With someone coming to his rescue, the young soldier seemed to be infused with life, and he rallied his spirits and ran toward the sound of gunfire.

The remaining four burly men lay on the ground in panic, looking around frantically.

Bang! Another gunshot rang out, followed by a scream as a burly man was shot in the shoulder.

The older brother fired, and Xiao Hao followed with his own shot. Pei Nansheng was already teaching Xiao Hao how to use a sniper rifle.

Shooting dead targets is far from enough for Xiao Hao; when he encounters a living creature, there's no reason not to fire.

Xiao Hao was dissatisfied, extremely dissatisfied. His brother got a headshot, but he only got hit in the shoulder, and then another shot followed.

Blood mist shot out and hit him right between the eyebrows. Xiao Hao was very satisfied and chuckled a few times.

Zuo Ling couldn't describe her feelings. The little guy was only 8 years old! He already treated human life like dirt. How was she supposed to raise him to be a normal person?

Seeing that things were not going well, the two survivors and the one wounded got up and ran away. Three shots rang out in succession, each one a headshot.

Xiao Hao proudly raised his chin at his older brother, saying, "My brother killed three, and I'm not bad either, I'll kill two."

The young soldier had already run up to the door and knocked on it repeatedly.

Zuo Ling said to the door, "Isn't saving your life enough? Hurry up and leave."

There was a woman inside the door; her accent sounded somewhat familiar.

The young soldier peered through the crack in the door, and upon seeing Zuo Ling's face, he paused, then shouted:

"Sister, sister, it's you! Don't you remember me?"

Sister, someone I know?

Those who call her "sister" are just a bunch of idiots like Bai Hongwei, Lin Wang, Li Mingli, and He Guizi; their voices don't sound like her.

Opening the courtyard gate, the young soldier grinned, vigorously wiped his face, and leaned closer to Zuo Ling:

"Sister, look again carefully, how could you not remember me?"

The young soldier was emaciated, his hair was a mess, and his clothes hadn't been washed in ages, emitting a foul stench.

Zuo Ling doesn't remember knowing such a person.

The young soldier looked aggrieved: "How could you not remember me? You even hit me."

Can hitting someone really be a reason to remember them? Zuo Ling searched her memory for the people she had hit.

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