Xiaoguan limped and helped Li Yanping back to the 10th floor, panting with exhaustion.
Along the way, no one came to help, and they all said they were "hungry" and "no strength".
Understanding everyone's situation, Xiao Guan had no complaints and worked hard to support Li Yanping's plump body and move towards 1002.
The front door had been removed, leaving only the bedroom door intact.
The same was true for the other two residents.
Ever since the power and water supply were cut off in Yulan Garden, Xiaoguan led the refugees to collect all usable wood and planks to make fire and cook noodles, or to use as mattresses for those sleeping in the corridors.
Because some residents did not agree to take in the refugees, the manager could not force them and could only arrange for them to stay in the corridors on each floor.
The property owners and the affected residents on the lower floors crowded into the empty living room of Building 1001.
I hadn't washed for a few days, and my excrement wasn't properly disposed of, so the air was filled with a sour and foul smell.
Seeing Xiaoguan coming back with a bruised face and nose, and without taking anything, everyone looked away in disappointment, tacitly ignoring each other's injuries.
It's not them who are fighting, so why should they care?
Xiaoguan didn't notice everyone's indifference and knocked on the closed door of the second bedroom.
It was Jiang Zixuan who opened the door.
Behind him was Jiang Zhengkang and Jiang Ziqi, who was lying on the bed with injuries.
Jiang Zixuan didn't want to squeeze together with the dirty refugees. She knew that Xiaoguan was soft-hearted and easy to talk to, so she pretended to be pitiful to gain sympathy and obtained the qualification for her family to live in a separate room.
Seeing Li Yanping leaning weakly on Xiaoguan, with her exposed skin covered with scars, Jiang Zixuan immediately reached out to support her.
Jiang Zhengkang also went over to support Li Yanping.
Jiang Zixuan: "Xiao Guan, why is my mother injured?"
Just as Xiaoguan was about to explain, Li Yanping suddenly shook off Jiang Zhengkang's arm and pressed Jiang Zixuan to the ground.
Bang bang bang!
Without saying a word, Li Yanping started slapping Jiang Zixuan with both hands.
"Ah! Mom, what are you doing?!"
"Yanping, you are crazy!" Jiang Zhengkang and Xiaoguan tried to pull Li Yanping away.
But Li Yanping weighed nearly 200 pounds and was pressing down on Jiang Zixuan so hard that the two of them couldn't pull her out at all.
Jiang Zhengkang tried to pull Jiang Zixuan out.
Li Yanping seemed to be staring at a hungry wolf. Every time Jiang Zixuan moved, she followed suit, flapping her hands non-stop, making a slapping sound.
More than ten minutes later.
Li Yanping's empty eyes gradually became anxious.
Realizing what she had done, she quickly got off Jiang Zixuan.
Jiang Zixuan's cheeks were swollen and red from being beaten, and her eyes became squinted.
Blood of varying shades oozed out of his skin, his head was buzzing, and his ears were stinging like needles.
"I'm sorry Zixuan, I don't know what happened to me just now, it was like I was possessed and wanted to slap you, my poor daughter."
Li Yanping cried out in distress, staggered to pick up Jiang Zixuan, and put her down with Jiang Zhengkang to lie beside Jiang Zixuan. She turned around and called Xiaoguan: "What are you still standing there for? Go get us some medicine!"
Xiaoguan suddenly came to his senses and went out to find medicine.
Without caring about her own injuries, Li Yanping stayed by the bed, holding Jiang Zixuan's hand, and apologized over and over again: "Mom really doesn't know how to respond."
"That bitch Jiang Fei must have played some tricks! Otherwise, why would I feel like I was possessed after returning from the 22nd floor!"
She used to be reluctant to touch her precious daughter!
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was Jiang Fei who was behind it, and Li Yanping began to curse.
Jiang Zhengkang couldn't bear it any longer and couldn't help but ask, "Can you please stop blaming Feifei for everything?"
"You suddenly lost your mind and beat Zixuan. What does this have to do with Feifei?"
"You and Xiaoguan went upstairs to ask Feifei for a rubber boat and supplies. How could you be so embarrassed? If you had been nicer to her before, would she have given us nothing?"
"Jiang Zhengkang, how dare you blame me?! Wasn't I good enough to that idiot?! I think you don't want to live like this anymore!" Li Yanping cursed and scratched Jiang Zhengkang's face.
Already accustomed to Li Yanping's shrewish behavior, Jiang Zhengkang squatted down with his head in his hands, not wanting to argue with her anymore.
Hearing Li Yanping's noisy voice, Jiang Zixuan wanted her to be quiet, but her face was so swollen that she couldn't speak.
Especially Jiang Ziqi next to him, who was emitting the stench of rotten meat.
So annoying!
She's really fed up with living here!
But now she has nowhere to go and not enough food to survive the flood.
Jiang Zixuan suddenly remembered that she had seen that man on the 4th floor.
I live on the 22nd floor.
Not only is he handsome and has an inflatable boat, he also brought back a lot of supplies last time.
It would be nice if I could catch up with him.
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The rain got heavier again, and it seemed that it would completely submerge the city.
In just three days, the water level reached the 7th floor of Yulan Garden.
Since he couldn't get out anyway, Jiang Fei entered the supermarket. He wanted to plant more vegetables, but he found that the Chinese cabbage seedlings on the ground were rotten.
My favorite!!!
Jiang Fei looked at the seedlings with pity, but she didn't know how to plant them.
Unfortunately, the Internet is down now and I can’t check it online.
How about asking the neighbors and the chatterbox?
Jiang Fei left the supermarket and went out to ask.
But Lu Yu and Xiao Chuxia knew nothing about this, so Jiang Fei had to give up farming temporarily and stock up on food instead.
There is so much beef unlocked on the second floor of the supermarket, it would be a shame not to cook some and store it.
It just so happened that she bought a lot of marinade at the wholesale market, so she could marinate a batch and save it for grilling later.
A week passed in a flash.
Jiang Fei was in the supermarket warehouse, counting the fruits of his labor these days.
Tomato beef brisket, spicy rabbit, honey barbecue pork, pork ribs and corn, cumin lamb, salt-baked chicken, braised duck, sweet and sour fish, braised pork elbow, etc., each was cooked in a big pot.
In addition, three large pots of multi-grain steamed bread were steamed, using up all the utensils.
Now Jiang Fei wants to cook a bowl of noodles, but there is nothing to put it in.
The seasoning storage was also one third empty.
I have to find some time to go out and buy it for free.
Jiang Fei left the supermarket warehouse and took out a braised chicken for dinner.
The stewed chicken is tender and full of mellow soup. It is fresh and tender when eaten. Paired with the soft and chewy rice, it is so delicious that you can't stop eating it.
After dinner, Jiang Fei drank a cup of hot milk tea, then washed up contentedly, turned off the lights and went to bed.
“Sizzle, sizzle—”
“Squeak—squeak—”
Hearing a sharp and tiny sound getting closer, Jiang Fei opened his eyes dazedly and suddenly met a pair of blood-red eyes.
A mouse the size of a brick stood beside her bed, its mouth open.
“?!”
Jiang Fei's body reacted faster than his brain. He jumped up, quickly took out his gun and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The rat's head exploded and its body fell to the ground.
After making sure there were no mice in the bedroom, Jiang Fei went to turn on the light.
Sizzle, sizzle—sparks flying.
Jiang Fei stepped back immediately.
Apparently the rats had chewed through the wires.
Taking out a flashlight, Jiang Fei rushed out of the room with a gun.
Two big rats overturned the trash can in the living room and greedily ate the remaining chicken bones inside, making creepy crunching sounds.
Jiang Fei killed all the rats in the living room with one shot each.
There was no sign of rats anymore, so Jiang Fei connected the floor lamp to the generator and checked the house.
Finally, in the kitchen, we found that the range hood duct had been broken by a mouse.
She cooked frequently during this period and did not seal the pipes.
In the previous life, these mutated red-eyed rats appeared after the insect plague, how could they appear earlier?
Jiang Fei didn't have time to think, he sealed the pipe with cement, then took out rat poison and insect repellent and sprinkled them in every corner of the room, changed into a four-piece set of bedding, and disinfected the room inside and out.
After finishing all this, Jiang Fei put the sticky mouse boards and other rat-killing tools into a box and went out. Thinking of cleaning up the corridor, he saw piles of charred and unknown objects on the ground outside.
The air was filled with a strange meaty aroma, with a slightly burnt smell.
Jiang Fei moved the flashlight.
Lu Yu, with a pale face, leaned weakly against the door of Room 2203, holding a black spray gun in his hand.
"Ahem... I'm injured, can you bandage it for me?"
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