Sister Yun looked at Old Man Cai and said, "Is this your master? He is in great shape."
Pushing the cart seemed to be the fat man's fate.
Let the fat guy put the cart at the door. He would rather not come in but he has to watch the cart.
The space in the tent is even more cramped.
But with more people around, it seems a little warmer.
There were five people and a cart, so people could only squat and cross their legs.
Sister Yun was busy adding the honeycomb coal.
The fire started again, and Sister Yun's frozen pale face finally showed some color.
With the tent there, at least the wind can't blow in.
After rolling in the fire, everyone made a fool of themselves. Zhang Qiu did some simple cleaning for Fatty and Sister Yun.
Seeing that they were recycling the rags on their bodies into bandages,
Yu Xifeng couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up a bandage from his backpack and threw it to Zhang Qiu.
Several people had some white spots on their bodies.
Hissing sounds came one after another.
Yu Xifeng and Old Man Cai were not seriously injured, except that when they left the underground shelter, their bodies were covered with a lot of charcoal ash.
After treating the wound, Sister Yun used the simple stove to boil some hot water, soaked some pancakes in it, and shared them with Fatty.
The fat man said, "I don't think the underground shelter will be restored in a short time. I don't know if we can go in tomorrow."
Old Man Cai is the oldest and is closest to the fire.
Yu Xifeng was next to Sister Yun, and the fat man was squeezing Zhang Qiu, so Zhang Qiu could only curl up his legs.
If you can’t stand the cold anymore, just go out and run around the tent twice before coming back in.
Near the exit of the underground shelter, there were circles of people, their lines were neat and orderly.
The tents were pitched on the spot in an orderly manner.
The underground shelter was hit too hard this time.
Even if the fire is extinguished, there is still a possibility that it will reignite.
After a fire, not only did the interior need ventilation, but many facilities also needed to be repaired.
Some of the survivors were moved to nearby buildings by truck.
The tent will also receive some survivors.
The tent is about the same size as Zhang Qiu's.
But one tent must accommodate at least twenty-five survivors.
They were squeezed in like a pile of people.
The fat man went over to ask around and squeezed back into the tent: "Forget it, let's not go over there, let's just stay here."
The temperature rose a lot during the day, and Zhang Qiu went outside to reinforce the tent.
People started circling outside again, trying to come in and borrow some space.
To put it bluntly, the official tents are even more spacious than pig pens.
The man refused to leave and looked at Zhang Qiu expectantly.
Zhang Qiu called out, "Yu Xifeng."
Yu Xifeng wiped the knife.
The blood seeped out, the noise outside became quieter, and after a while, he left.
After Zhang Qiu finished his work, he returned to the tent, lowered his voice and coughed with his head turned away.
Old man Cai took out a bottle of cough syrup from his pocket.
Zhang Qiu poured out a bottle cap and swallowed it.
He finished drinking and noticed that everyone was looking at him.
Zhang Qiu looked at Yu Xifeng, then at the others.
Some of them said in embarrassment: "Sweet ones, would you like to have a bite too?"
Yu Xifeng turned his head.
The fat man said awkwardly: "Drink it if you like."
Sister Yun smiled.
Zhang Qiu and Fatty made lunch.
The two of them talked for a while, discussing the cooking temperature and the possibility of using herbs as seasonings.
The final chef was Zhang Qiu.
Zhang Qiu used the mutton soup given by Yu Xifeng, added water and then cooked a pot of noodles, and sprinkled a handful of wolfberries into it.
Add diced bacon to enhance the saltiness.
The fat man took out a bottle of beer from the bottom of the cart: "Look what this is, cold beer!"
Zhang Qiu said, "Why not heat it up a bit?"
The noodles tasted pretty good, with the right amount of softness and a chewy texture.
Old Man Cai drank a glass of Fatty's cold beer with him.
Zhang Qiu doesn't drink alcohol: "This is a medicinal drink, so I won't drink it."
Yu Xifeng drank a cup. It was bitter, but it made his body warm and he felt quite comfortable.
Yu Xifeng poured another cup, and the second cup didn’t seem so bad.
Fatty Sister Yun, Yu Xifeng and the other two shared the drink.
Zhang Qiu asked for some water from the bottom of the cup, intending to save it for removing the fishy smell from the meat later.
Zhang Qiu added a piece of honeycomb coal to the basin: "You feel warm after drinking the wine, but this heat is a false heat. You can't be exposed to the wind. I don't think we can go back to the shelter today. You three should stay at home."
The fat man thought Zhang Qiu was boring.
He took Old Man Cai and walked away with his arm around his shoulder.
He took out a cigarette from somewhere and made old man Cai very happy.
The way he looked at the fat man was much more loving than the way he looked at Zhang Qiu.
Old man Cai squatted by the zipper of the tent, smoking his cigarette seldomly, and then hurriedly put it out after smoking a small puff.
Carefully wrap the remaining half with a handkerchief.
Yu Xifeng propped up his head and blinked his eyes.
I feel so sleepy. I want to sleep.
Reason told her that she couldn't sleep.
At this temperature, whether you can open your eyes once you fall asleep is another matter.
By this point, everyone had basically not slept for a whole day and night.
The fat man returned to Sister Yun. Sister Yun yawned and leaned her head on the fat man.
Yu Xifeng looked at Sister Yun and the fat man, thinking about something, and suddenly said: "I have condoms."
Old man Cai was squatting and was about to stand up when he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Zhang Qiu looked stunned.
The fat man was shy and surprised: "How can I feel so embarrassed? It's so embarrassing. Oh."
Sister Yun kicked the fat man on the butt: "Yu Xifeng!"
Is this something you can say in public?
Yu Xifeng's eyes were closed.
Zhang Qiu picked up a blanket and wrapped Yu Xifeng, then pressed the corners of the tent down.
"Take a nap, I'll call you in a quarter of an hour." Zhang Qiu said.
Yu Xifeng was at his mercy, her cheeks flushed.
A few people left the place closest to the fire to Yu Xifeng.
The fat man chuckled, "Three glasses of beer, you really have a good alcohol tolerance."
Sister Yun and Zhang Qiu laughed quietly.
Old man Cai couldn't help laughing.
It was said to be a quarter of an hour, but I felt like I opened and closed my eyes and then Zhang Qiu called me.
Yu Xifeng frowned and looked at Zhang Qiu.
"The temperature is too low. I can't sleep for too long," Zhang Qiu said.
This person is so annoying.
Yu Xifeng wrapped himself in a blanket, rolled around, with his back facing Zhang Qiu and his face resting on Sister Yun's legs.
Sister Yun was also feeling sleepy, and touched Yu Xifeng's head in a daze.
The fat man burped loudly and got up: "I'll go get some water."
When he went out, he brought a gust of cold wind, which woke Sister Yun and Yu Xifeng up.
Yu Xifeng yawned, took the hot tea handed to him by Zhang Qiu, and asked Sister Yun in a low voice: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"
Sister Yun said, "Go ahead."
The two of them went out one after the other.
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