Sister Yun looked at the lively group of geese and chickens at Yu Xifeng's place and said enviously, "When the weather warms up, I'll save up some time and exchange a cub with you to raise back home."
"Okay, I'll break your bones." Yu Xifeng said.
"That's what you said." Sister Yun said with a smile, "If you lie to me then, I won't allow it."
"Zheng Weiyang is distributing relief food this afternoon. I'd like to get some too." The fat man said, "No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat."
Yu Xifeng asked: "Does Zheng Weiyang distribute relief grain frequently?"
The fat man said, "This is the third time. The first two times were after riots. The scene was so spectacular that some people knelt down and kowtowed on the spot. Even the one who believed in the sun god said that he was a messenger sent by the god to save the world."
Yu Xifeng asked: "Did Zheng Weiyang respond?"
The fat man said, "How could a big shot like him respond to this? These are just his followers flattering themselves."
"There's no smoke without fire," said Sister Yun. "I feel like his timing for disaster relief is always great. It's about saving people from disaster, but the underground shelter is too noisy. It feels like the turmoil never stops. Fatty, you'd better not go. Half a piece of black bread, our family isn't that rich."
"The patrol team is busy enough cleaning up the bodies every day," the fat man said, "I heard that many people from the outer districts voluntarily went to the surface and never came back, eh."
Whether it was Zheng Weiyang's auction or Zhou Qingsha's tea tasting party, Yu Xifeng had heard a lot of complaints.
Narrow space, unbearable living conditions, and scarce resources.
Some people even consider dying from taking sleeping pills as a decent way to die.
No pain, passing away in sleep.
Sleeping pills are very popular in Zhou Qingsha's circle.
Yu Xifeng doesn't have this kind of thing. It is a strictly controlled prescription drug and is not sold in ordinary pharmacies.
Yuxifeng only has melatonin.
This is the case even in the inner circle.
For those on the outside.
Going to the surface is the most dignified way to die.
After Sister Yun left, Yu Xifeng sat on the stool and thought carefully for a long time, and it really reminded her of something.
The Sun God Cult organized a self-immolation.
They claimed that this was a return to the embrace of light and fire.
Zheng Weiyang's office.
Sitting opposite the table was a bald man with an indifferent expression, cinnabar dots on his brows, and dressed in a weird way, somewhere between a Taoist priest and a monk.
Zheng Weiyang received him solemnly.
No one knew what the two talked about in the room.
The secretary personally escorted the person out.
The secretary returned to the office and asked, "Commissioner Zheng, isn't this too risky?"
Zheng Weiyang smiled and said, "If it were my old self, I would think so too."
What changed him?
He could no longer remember what his son Zheng Chengfan looked like.
He has so many things to plan every day that even his sadness is limited.
Zheng Weiyang took a sip of red wine and sighed: "The grapes of this year are not good enough, and the wine tastes a little bit worse."
Zheng Weiyang just said that.
This is the best red wine the secretary could get.
If you want to move forward and move up, you must be fearless.
Zheng Chengfan is dead, and he no longer needs any funeral affairs or posthumous fame.
Anyone who stands in his way deserves death.
The chick's fur is very nice to touch.
They would peck at Yu Xifeng's palm.
Yu Xifeng felt refreshed and put the rice in his hand into the food bowl.
This is also a special treatment for the little chicks.
Dabai and the grown chickens can only eat millet.
It's no problem to clean the space every two days or three days. Yu Xifeng occasionally gets lazy and cleans it once every five days.
But this house in the underground shelter is not suitable.
Living under the same roof, Dabai would at least poop in the corner, so Yu Xifeng put a cat litter box in the corner.
Except for the bed and the table, the chicks have traces of their urination and defecation almost everywhere else.
There was no ventilation in the room, so Yu Xifeng could only find an air purifier.
The one in the supermarket looks like the brand Zhou Qingsha owns at home.
That night, Yu Xifeng was awakened by Dabai.
A rattling sound like a broken gong.
The moment he opened his eyes, Yu Xifeng smelled a pungent smell in the air.
Seeing Yu Xifeng wake up, Dabai stopped calling and protected the two chicks under his wings.
Yu Xifeng turned on the monitoring function on his mobile phone.
It was too dark outside, and the surveillance camera could only vaguely reveal a wheel and a pair of glowing eyeballs.
Deng Feiyu was outside the door.
According to the time on the surface, it is now early morning.
There is no distinction between day and night in the underground shelter, but overall, the daily routine remains the same as before.
Why was Deng Feiyu running to his house at this time?
Doesn't he have to get up early tomorrow, go to the Sun God Cult, and then report to the search and rescue team?
Yu Xifeng felt inexplicably uneasy.
She waved to Dabai.
Dabai staggered towards Yu Xifeng.
Yu Xifeng threw Dabai into the space, and also threw the two little chicks in.
She put on her bag and held the Tang sword in her hand.
Dabai was screaming frantically. Yu Xifeng wanted to go over and teach Dabai a lesson, but he stopped.
As he got closer to the door, Yu Xifeng recognized it.
The smell is gasoline.
Gasoline is such a precious commodity, how could it appear at her door?
What does Deng Feiyu want to do?
According to the original plan, Deng Feiyu had other tasks.
He was going to burn to death the guilty person who had defiled the messenger of God.
The priest told him to make more noise so that no patrol would disturb him tonight.
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