Chapter 37 Natural disaster or man-made disaster?

After listening to Lin Bo's arrangement, Shang Li looked at Chen Qingqing with some hesitation: "Will my sister... agree?"

"She has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Even if she is angry, I can help you to make excuses. Just do it."

Shang Li scratched his head: "Okay then."

Shang Li kept talking while recovering his strength on the way.

"I was the first one to rush into the classroom that day. I waited in the classroom for an hour and sent a message to ask the teacher why the class was not in session." "

In the end, I didn't realize that I had walked into the wrong classroom until the end of the class!"

The car swept away the silence of the past.

Since Shang Li got on the car, the car was filled with laughter one after another.

Xiao Huan always giggled at the funny things Shang Li said about campus.

Looking back at Xiaohuan who was grinning from ear to ear, Chen Qingqing's lips curled up slightly.

Xiaohuan had never been to school, but he was extremely happy when he heard Chen Qingqing and Lin Bo say that he could go to school in another year.

Now even if Chen Qingqing didn't explain, Xiaohuan could understand that he would not be able to go to school next year.

The scenery outside kept receding. They had already left City B and walked on the road to the suburbs.

Chen Qingqing had also walked this road before.

It stands to reason that September and October are in autumn, and a new crop of autumn wheat should have been planted on both sides of the road.

But at this time, someone did it and set fire to the endless wheat fields.

Now the golden waves of wheat are no longer there, leaving only an endless expanse of charred black.

Chen Qingqing's face gradually darkened.

The weather was getting colder. If the wheat field had not been burned, this field of wheat might have saved countless lives.

Shang Li stopped talking and looked at the darkness outside the window: "Is this a natural disaster or..."

If only the wheat field on the left or right was burned, it could be considered a natural disaster, but the wheat fields on both sides were burned out, and it would be difficult for the newly planted wheat to cause such a big fire if it was not caused by

human factors. "I'm afraid it was man-made." Chen Qingqing said in a deep voice.

"Why is no one putting out the fire?" Xiao Huan suddenly asked.

Shang Li patiently answered: "A big fire spreads very quickly and cannot be put out. Everyone can only try to save their own lives."

As soon as Shang Li finished speaking, Chen Qingqing suddenly shouted: "Stop."

Lin Bo hurriedly stopped. There was a fork in the road in front of him.

One led to the village, and the other led to a small road.

"...Sister, what's wrong?" Shang Li touched his head.

"What you said just now reminded me." Chen Qingqing said in a deep voice.

It is true that the fire is too big to be put out, but these wheats are regarded as the lifeblood of farmers just like fishing boats are to fishermen.

Seeing the "life" that is about to be swallowed by the fire, how can they bear to save it?

Even if they know that they can't save it, they will try their best.

But the large wheat field just passed by had no trace of being rescued.

In Chen Qingqing's opinion, there are only two possibilities - one, everyone in the village died.

But now is only the early stage of the apocalypse, and the density of rural housing is not high, and the spread of the virus is much slower than in the city.

It has only been more than a week, it is impossible that everyone in the village is dead.

Then there is only the second possibility...

Chen Qingqing stared at the quiet little village not far away through the glass, rolled down the car window and listened carefully. There was no dog barking and no chicken crow, as if it was a dead city.

But it was full of people hiding inside.

"Someone is hiding in the village?!" After hearing Chen Qingqing's speculation, Shang Li was dumbfounded.

"What are they after?"

This time, Chen Qingqing didn't need to answer. Lin Bo continued, "What else can they want in the end of the world?"

In addition to supplies, there are lives.

Lin Bo fixed his eyes on the path leading to the forest and looked at the sky.

"The muddy road is not easy to walk on, but the village has built an asphalt road. If it rains or snows, it is easy for cars to get stuck on the small road, so most people will choose to go through the village."

As long as they take this road, it will be as easy as taking something out of a bag for the people in the village to deal with them.

By then, the people who are rushing to the road will be outnumbered, and even the most experienced people will be helpless in such a situation.

"Then let's take the small road?" Shang Li asked.

Lin Bo nodded and quickly turned around and walked towards the small road.

Even if you get stuck in the mud, it is a hundred times better than falling into a trap.

Xiaohuan clung to Chen Qingqing's backrest and asked cautiously, "Mom, what will the bad guys in the village do to us?"

"Can we beat them?"

Chen Qingqing was silent for a moment and looked at her husband for help.

Lin Bo chuckled, "Don't worry, Xiaohuan, mom and dad won't let anyone hurt you."

Xiaohuan asked again, "But what should I do if I really meet a bad guy?"

Shang Li touched Xiaohuan's head and said, "If you really meet a bad guy, the best thing you should do is run."

Just like a person who has learned fighting facing a criminal with a weapon, even if the other party is a 70-year-old man, what he should do is run away.

You can't gamble with your life.

This is especially true for Xiaohuan.

"If you get hurt, Mom, Dad and I will all be very sad."

"So even if Xiaohuan is very powerful, don't be stubborn when facing bad guys who threaten us, okay?"

Xiaohuan hesitated, "But what about Shehuo?"

"I can run, but Shehuo can't."

"I have to protect my sister."

Shehuo's cradle was between Shangli and Xiaohuan.

Shehuo looked at her big round eyes, and when she heard her name, she immediately looked at her brother, babbling in baby talk that they couldn't understand.

Xiaohuan's words shocked Shangli. He didn't expect a six-year-old child to think of taking such a big responsibility.

Chen Qingqing was once again dragged into a vortex of memory by her son's words.

She still remembered that when her last life was burning to death, she was held in Xiaohuan's arms.

That was the first time Chen Qingqing saw Xiaohuan crying so sadly.

He kept saying "It's all my fault" and "It's all because I didn't take good care of my sister."

Chen Qingqing turned to look at her son, her expression extremely serious: "Xiaohuan, even if anything happens to anyone in our family, it is definitely not your problem."

"Mom also hopes that you remember one thing - Mom and Dad, and Uncle Xiaoli will definitely protect you and Zhuanzhuo."

Chen Qingqing reached out and pinched Xiaohuan's face: "Mom will also teach you how to deal with bad people, but before you grow up, you don't need to be responsible for anyone, let alone risk your life to save people, remember?"

Her kindness has been worn away, and maybe Xiaohuan will be the same as her one day in the future.

But Chen Qingqing thought that Xiaohuan at least maintained a sense of kindness in the process of growing up.

Don't be as heartless and indifferent as yourself, and don't be as kind-hearted as Zhou Weiyue all the time.

Xiaohuan nodded seriously: "I remember it all!"

"I have to wait until I grow up before I can save others!"

Shangli didn't know how many times he sighed: "Xiaohuan is really sensible."

He was a little afraid of marriage and having children, but if all children were like Xiaohuan, who wouldn't want one!

Shangli thought of this and shook his head. Now, let alone getting married and having children, even living is difficult. Don't think too much.

"Zizi..."

"Zizi..."

A burst of electric current suddenly sounded in the car. Chen Qingqing thought there was a leakage somewhere, only to see Lin Bo took out the walkie-talkie on his waist.

Chen Qingqing then remembered that she forgot to take the walkie-talkie back when she parted with He Chuan and the others.

"Brother Lin... Sister Chen."

"We met--"

The remaining sounds were completely covered by the sound of the current, and at the same time a huge thunder was heard in the sky.

And this intercom only has a signal within 8KM, which means that the straight line distance between Hechuan and them is less than 8KM.

And within a radius of 8,000 meters, except for this road, there is only... that small village.