There was still a pile of firewood in front, but Qiao Xuejun stopped picking it up. He tied the bag with a rope, tied a knot that was convenient to pull with hands, and dragged the bag down the mountain.
Seventy or eighty kilograms is quite heavy. It would be difficult for Qiao Xuejun to carry it on her back, but it’s okay to drag it like this.
The pocket was a burlap woven bag that was used to store the 30,000 kilograms of potatoes when they were bought. It was very wear-resistant, and the two bags were put together. When Qiao Xuejun lightly kicked on the mountain, the bag would fall to a place far down the mountain. Qiao Xuejun walked down again and kicked it again.
Just kicked it to the foot of the mountain.
But sometimes it gets kicked crooked and I have to pull the bag back to the right place, which is quite tiring.
It would be nice to have a handcart, Qiao Xuejun thought.
When they studied the history of agricultural development, they did learn about the structure of a cart, but knowing the structure is one thing, and making it is another. That is the skill of a carpenter.
The journey home was a little longer than Qiao Xuejun had expected, mainly because the seventy or eighty kilograms of firewood was indeed a heavy burden, and his pace slowed down.
At 7:30, the sun had completely set and the sky had become dark, but Qiao Xuejun had not yet returned home, and there were still more than ten minutes to go.
Qiao Xuejun became nervous and reached out to touch the small leather bag hanging around her waist, which contained her slingshot and steel balls.
She was afraid that another case of mad cow disease would emerge from somewhere. She was already exhausted and she might not be able to withstand it if one really emerged.
It seems that I have to go down the mountain twenty minutes earlier next time.
Qiao Xuejun couldn't help but quicken her pace. The sound of the woven bag rubbing against the stones on the ground and the wood scraping against the ground became sharper, clanging.
In order to save electricity, she didn't look at the street lights. It was too dark to see clearly, so she took out a small flashlight from the side of the backpack behind her, shone it around, and made sure there was nothing unusual.
By the end, she was practically jogging toward the door.
The night was very quiet, so Qiao Xuejun's movements seemed very loud and could easily attract the monster's attention.
Qiao Xuejun heard some strange howling sounds and footsteps.
Getting closer and closer to her.
Qiao Xuejun ran so fast that her breathing became so rapid that she seemed to be suffocating.
She could feel that the monster had noticed her. She felt that if she turned around, she would see a pair of blood-red bull eyes pressed against her head, but she didn't dare to turn around.
She could even hear, beyond her own panting, the low, hoarse breathing of another creature, and a sticky gurgling sound coming from its throat.
Qiao Xuejun continued to run forward, and the monster followed her.
Almost home, Qiao Xuejun counted the time, ten, nine, eight...
one.
arrive!
...Damn it, he closed the iron gate when he went out, and I had to take out the key to open it!
Qiao Xuejun stuck to the iron fence and had to look back this time.
Just as she heard, the monster was less than ten meters behind her and was rushing straight towards her.
Help!
Qiao Xuejun screamed in her heart.
She quickly pulled the key from her little leather pouch and inserted it into the lock.
It only took two seconds to unlock the door, but Qiao Xuejun was exhausted and nervous, her hands were shaking, and she almost failed to push it in.
There was clearly enough time, but the monster didn't pounce.
After Qiao Xuejun unlocked the door with the bag of firewood, she found that the monster was stopped five meters away from the gate, wandering around and looking at Qiao Xuejun eagerly, as if it really wanted to come in, but was afraid and did not dare to take another step forward.
The mugwort took effect.
Qiao Xuejun's heart, which had been beating rapidly, returned to its original position and she felt her blood pressure soar.
She closed the iron gate and locked it, and was glad that she was efficient and had already planted mugwort all around neatly. If not, who knows what the situation would be like today.
Qiao Xuejun dragged the bag of firewood into the house, ignoring the infected person who was threatening to attack her from behind.
When she arrived in front of the small building, Qiao Xuejun did not go in immediately, but looked at the bottom of the door. Before she left home, she placed a small grain of sand and mud that she brought out of the shelter there. If someone pushed open the door, the grain of sand and mud would be crushed and scattered into dust.
The little grain of sand was still there.
Qiao Xuejun felt relieved, took out the key to open the door, and pushed it open. The small grain of sand under the door also made a slight friction sound, and was gently crushed into fine dust.
If the visitor hadn't been intentional, they wouldn't have noticed it at all.
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After returning to the shelter, Qiao Xuejun felt like he was alive again, and he was sweating all over again.
After taking a shower, Qiao Xuejun felt hungry.
The three loaves of bread I ate when I went out are no longer useful.
Qiao Xuejun took out her cell phone to check today's news and information while walking towards the warehouse where the food was stored.
The old lady of the Qiao family sent several voice messages, and Qiao Xuejun clicked on them one by one to listen to them.
[Grandma: Where are the things you took away? Return them quickly. Do you want us to starve to death?]
【Grandma: There is only half a bag of rice left at home. 】
[Grandma: If you return the things, your grandfather and I will not bother with you about the previous things, and you will still be a member of our Qiao family.]
Qiao Xuejun remained calm, exited the message, and clicked on the news pushed today.
The outbreak of mad cow disease is still ongoing. There have been no large-scale deaths so far, but there have been several vicious incidents of mad cow disease patients biting people in the streets, and some have even bitten flesh off people's faces.
Qiao Xuejun walked to the shelf where food was stored and took out a bag of bread.
But I just had bread in the morning, which was very dry and not very filling.
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