Chapter 339: Oh no, the formation is about to be broken!
She has already booked a solar generator with Lin Xinhuan, and said that they also have human-generated electricity, so she would like to get one too. Flashlights that are out of power can be charged through the generator.
The candles used in Zhujiazhuang were usually purchased by servants from shops. But now, even if you give them a lot of money, the shops are gone and no one is making candles. Where can you buy candles?
The moon was covered by clouds, making the dark night even darker.
The ancients, who used to go to bed earlier, were forced to go to bed even earlier. They hid in their quilts shivering, listening to the roars outside the city. Their hearts were never at peace, and they could not fall asleep for a long time after closing their eyes.
The farmers who were sleeping in the room that the Zhu family had specially prepared for them were shaking non-stop on their beds. The wooden bed could not bear the weight and was shaking even more violently.
"Aniu, if you are cold, just cover yourself with more quilts. Stop shaking. You are making me almost fall off the bed." There are not many wooden beds, and several people sleep on one bed. The farmers are used to it. In some families, three generations sleep on one bed.
"Brother, I need to go to the toilet. I can't hold it anymore." Ah Niu twisted like a caterpillar on the bed, his body tense, afraid that if he wasn't careful, he would ejaculate.
They only have this one quilt and bed. If he wets it, he will be too embarrassed to face anyone!
Glancing outside the door, I saw that the darkness provided the best cover for all creatures, just like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, inviting you to walk into its belly.
"I don't dare to go out~"
Every night before going to bed, they would go to the toilet, and since they didn't have much food in their stomachs, they naturally wouldn't get up again.
But today was the best meal they had had in more than 20 years. Not only did they eat the noodles cleanly, but they also added a bowl of clean water to rinse off the floating oil and smell at the bottom of the bowl. They did not stop until the water was free of smell.
Not long after going to the toilet, I felt the urge to urinate again.
"I'm afraid of falling into the toilet and drowning. I'd rather be eaten by zombies." What a smelly and embarrassing way to die. I won't be able to face my ancestors in the underworld!
The toilet was just a few wooden boards. In the pitch-dark night, if you missed a step, the scene would be so unimaginable that tears would fall.
Ah Niu's body was shaking even more violently.
Daqiang, who originally had no urge to urinate, was shaken along with the others, and the water in his stomach was about to be shaken out: "hiss~"
The two looked out the window anxiously, wondering whether they should endure the calm for a while or release themselves to the vast sea and sky.
“Roar! Roar! Roar!”
The two of them tacitly covered their heads with the quilt.
"Boom boom boom."
The quilt was tightly attached to my body, leaving no gap.
"Aniu, Daqiang, come out and get the flashlights!"
After the voice shouted several times, they realized that it was not a zombie knocking on the door, but a living person. They got out of bed in the dark and opened the door for the person outside.
"It hurts, what is it? It's the stool." Ah Niu didn't find it and his knee was hurt by the stool.
It was only a few steps from the bed to the door, where the two brothers had gone through the hardships of their journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. As soon as they opened the door, before they could say a word, a hard object was stuffed into their arms.
"This is a flashlight. Press this switch to light up. Push it back and it won't light up. Miss Ten said that when you need light, turn it on again. The light will last longer. It's like a candle. If you keep it lit, it will run out quickly. Remember to turn it off when you don't need it."
Demonstrating the opening and consecration, the area illuminated by the flashlight can be seen clearly again: "By the way, if it can't emit light, you can send it to the residence of Master Zhu Er. I still have to send flashlights to other households. I'm leaving first."
"Wait, Butler Li, every household has a flashlight? Do our migrant farmers have one too?"
Daqiang touched the flashlight in his dream. It looked like the material was not cheap. How could a group of poor people like them afford it?
"It won't cost anything, will it?" But what else can they give to you except their own lives?
"What are you thinking? Don't you know what the Zhu family is like? Will they mistreat you? Miss Ten said that we can lend it to everyone for free. We servants need to go out at night, so everyone has one!"
He showed them the flashlight in his hand to show off, making Aniu, who couldn't get a flashlight, jealous. He gave each of them one!
After Butler Li left, Ah Niu grabbed the flashlight and turned it on. The warm light shone straight out, and wherever it was illuminated, he could see clearly: "Great, this flashlight is better than a candle!"
They are reluctant to light even candles. The money for one candle can buy meat buns. They don't light candles at night unless there are special circumstances.
When the younger brother at home wanted to review his homework, he could only borrow the light from the candle next door through the slit in the wall.
The candlelight was dim, not as bright as the flashlight. I rubbed my eyes and said that the words were a little blurry.
The two sighed heavily and said, "If my younger brother saw the flashlight, he would be so happy."
"You don't have to squat near the wall to read the words closely."
Unfortunately, their youngest brother could no longer see the flashlight. After the disaster, only the two brothers were left in the family to depend on each other.
"Wait...brother, let me go to the toilet first, I need to pee."
"Aniu, I'll go first, let go, let go."
As the lights came on, they felt extremely at ease; even the roars of the zombies outside the city became softer.
That night, everyone in Zhujiazhuang had a sweet dream.
In Kinabalu.
Lin Xinhuan didn't get up until noon the next day, until after eleven o'clock. It was approaching deep winter and the weather was getting colder and colder. It was perfect for sleeping in this kind of weather.
I stretched out comfortably in bed, and it was great to communicate with my parents about sleep time!
Brother Chen Dong saw that Lin Xinhuan had been studying very hard during this period and the training results were amazing. In just one or two weeks, her skills were almost catching up with veterans who had been training for four or five years, so he let her have a good rest for a day.
"Mom, I need to have a good sleep tomorrow and eat after I wake up. Don't call me."
"good."
"My dear daughter, what do you want to eat when you wake up? Daddy will make it for you." Lin Zhuangcheng was afraid that the child would hurt her stomach if she didn't eat breakfast, but the child wanted to sleep, so he couldn't force her to get up and eat breakfast.
He planned to let the child sleep happily, and he would be ready to give the child food as soon as he got up.
"I want to eat steamed buns and sweet soy milk." Holding a cup of warm soy milk in your hand is such a happy thing when the weather is cold.
After washing up, she went straight to the canteen of the B&B. Her father would basically stay in the canteen to study the daily menu. According to him, "Tourists are waiting to eat the food I cook. I can't let them come from a long way and leave disappointed."
Before, Lin Xinhuan was afraid that her father would be too tired, so she limited the number of people dining there each day and required reservations to be made one day in advance. There are only so many tables, so you guys can grab one among yourselves.
Now Lin Zhuangcheng has started to practice, using his spiritual energy to nourish his body. He has also learned to use his spiritual energy to control three pots at the same time, tripling the speed of serving food! Not a drop of sweat has fallen from his face.
But the number of people who can eat is still limited. After all, there is only one chef and the number of tourists has reached a terrifying number. Lin Zhuangcheng is already thinking about how to control ten pots of food to be cooked at the same time.
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