Chapter 495: All Gone
"Cough, cough..., cough, cough..." Suddenly, a coughing sound was heard behind him, and Xiang Yu subconsciously put the food in his hand into the space.
He changed his food to black dry food and nibbled it in small bites until the footsteps approached. Then Xiang Yu turned his head and looked behind him.
I saw an old man with a long beard, a black crossbody bag on his shoulder, and the animal skin he was wearing had lost its original color.
White mist appeared on the simple oxygen cylinder with every breath. The old man looked at Xiang Yu who was sitting on the stone.
There was a moment of surprise in his eyes. His black, skinny hands were resting on the stone beside him, and his eyes were cloudy.
He must be nearsighted. When they were closer, he recognized Xiang Yu and found that she was a girl.
"Little boy, they all went to the capital, why haven't you gone yet? You look young, but don't be so desperate as to stay here. I am just an old man with nothing left. You, a young man, should go to the capital..."
The old man looked at Xiang Yu's young face and couldn't help but nagging a few words. Now all the survivors here have left.
He had been hanging around here for two days, and the little girl in front of him was the first living person he had seen in those two days.
So I couldn't help but say more, "Don't think I'm an old man and my words are harsh. You young people still have to go to big cities to develop your career..."
Xiang Yu listened quietly without refutation, looking at the half white thing sticking out of the old man's cloth bag.
She was familiar with this thing. She had found it in the sewage before. It was very effective in healing wounds, but she couldn't use it now.
For them, this thing can fill them up when there is no food.
When the old man saw Xiang Yu staring at the things in his cloth bag, he immediately stepped back with vigilance in his eyes.
He was also confused today. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, the supplies on his body must not be seen by others.
With his old limbs, how could he be a match for the young man? Xiang Yu saw his vigilance and immediately reached into his backpack to feel around.
Three whole grain cakes. "Exchange for the things in your bag. Do you want to exchange?"
The old man looked at the pancake in Xiang Yu's hand, his eyes blank for a moment, and he swallowed his saliva. It was better than eating the bitter thing in the cloth bag.
He prefers to eat whole-grain biscuits. When the antelope base was still there, he could eat them once or twice a month.
Although there was only one or half one, it gave him some comfort.
After all, in this wasteland where no food can be grown, what could he not be satisfied with when he could eat coarse grain cakes that were only available before the end of the world?
"Are you really willing to trade with me," the old man asked tentatively, nodding to Yu.
The old man opened the cloth bag with his skinny hands, revealing an unknown plant that looked like a lotus root. He had been searching for this thing for a long time in the past two days.
He didn't lose out by exchanging it for three whole-grain cakes. He could eat one cake for a day, and then he would continue to look for something else.
"You know the fortress over there in the back hill, right? That's where I live. If you find this thing again in the future, you can bring it to me to exchange."
Xiang Yu planned to stock up some of this thing. He was too lazy to look for it, but the old people who stayed in the plains might be willing to go.
Xiang Yu knew very well why these old people stayed here. After all, she had sent her great-grandmother away when she was in Xiangjia Village.
These old people have lived here their entire lives, and when they die, they want to return to their roots, even if it means dying in an undignified way.
They also want to die in the place where they were born and raised.
There was surprise in the old man's eyes. He was busy every day thinking about what to eat for his next meal. Sometimes he had nothing to eat and would even go hungry for three or four days.
When hungry and thirsty, they would drink some dirty water to fill their stomachs.
"Okay, okay, thank you. I know what's happening in the back mountain..." The old man's eyes were filled with gratitude, and he no longer persuaded Xiang Yu to leave the plains.
"Have you seen any other survivors recently?" Xiang Yu looked up at the sky in the distance, which was gloomy and gray.
"I haven't seen any more. They've all left. You're the only living person I've seen in these few days," the old man said with emotion. It's good that they're gone. The more people who survive, the greater the hope for reconstruction in the future.
The old man didn't dare to stay with Xiang Yu for long. After chatting for a few words, he went back tremblingly. Xiang Yu didn't know where he lived exactly.
After touring the area in the afternoon, Xiang Yu returned to the fortress. There were no survivors nearby.
In the evening, Xiang Yu made a pot of heavy-flavored hotpot. The beef was dipped in the pot and filled with fresh fragrance.
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