"I...please don't abandon me. If you don't want me anymore, I'll really have nothing left."
She was eight years older than Zheng Ming, and having lost her former glory and experienced such a terrible past, she was really afraid that Zheng Ming would abandon her.
Zheng Ming was very patient and coaxed the woman gently for a long time.
"You rest for a while, I'll go get our things, otherwise we won't be able to rest tonight."
"good."
After a long and eventful day, with her emotions fluctuating wildly, the woman is exhausted.
Overwhelmed by exhaustion, unable to hold on any longer, I lay down on the ground, regardless of whether it was dirty or not, and slowly closed my eyes.
Zheng Ming glanced in the direction Zuo Ling had left, and smiled bitterly. It seemed she had forgotten him.
Zuo Ling hadn't forgotten; she didn't want to have any further contact with Zheng Ming.
On the yacht, the way the woman next to Zheng Ming looked at her made her very uncomfortable.
A woman's intuition is usually very accurate; she can determine a person's identity with just a glance.
It turns out that she was Zheng Ming's wife, one of the women he rescued from the American base.
She had some impression of her, but not a deep one.
Presumably, she recognized her, after all, she had transferred 10 million to her.
Wow, what a small world!
"That person, is it Zheng Ming?"
When Zuo Ling left, she didn't say goodbye to Zheng Ming, so Pei Nansheng guessed who she was.
"Um."
With a curious look in his eyes, Xiao Hao asked, "Who is Zheng Ming?"
"The woman next to him must be his current wife."
Xiao Hao blinked twice. His current wife? Then…who was the ex?
"Shall we go back?"
Zuo Ling didn't want to go back. She was living a comfortable life and didn't want to live an uncomfortable life squeezed in with others.
Tangren Village was already poor, and then a group of even poorer people came; you can imagine how difficult their lives were.
With so many people crammed together, some people can't even get enough to eat or drink, while you guys are all fat and strong. Is that appropriate?
Besides, Zheng Ming and his wife are there, so they have even less reason to go back.
Xiao Hao looked left and right, his lips involuntarily curling upwards. His older siblings didn't want to go back. Oh no, he couldn't play with Li Tian anymore...
"Let's go salvage the yacht first; it should still be usable after some repairs."
Zuo Ling changed the subject.
"good."
Chinatown.
Guo Qi and He Xiao are introducing Tangren Village to Yang Chengang.
"We offended an organization called Scorpion. They bombed us once, killing more than 300 people. Coincidentally, someone bombed a Scorpion branch, and Scorpion blamed us for it. A few days ago, they came to bomb us again, but something went wrong and the bombing didn't go through."
We don't know if the scorpions will come again. If you're scared, you can go to the Chinatown for shelter. The Chinatown is more than 300 miles away from here. It was built earlier than ours, and the conditions there are much better..."
Guo Qi and He Xiao spoke cryptically, but Yang Chengang, a seasoned veteran of social circles, was very astute and quickly realized that they didn't want to keep them.
Looking at the people he brought, they were old, weak, sick, and disabled, emaciated, worse off than refugees.
Having recovered some strength, they were packing up the things they had brought with them: wet bedding, clothes, food... they didn't even throw away the broken planks or sheet metal.
There were two people carrying two large lumps of dough, asking the villagers if they could borrow the stove and firewood so they could cook the wet dough.
The villagers looked troubled. The stove and cooking pot were easy to find, but firewood was hard to come by, as it required walking a long way.
Our own people traded flatbreads with the villagers, and only then did they reluctantly lend us their cooking pots, stoves, and firewood.
Yang Chengang felt a pang of sadness and called out to the two men, "Wash the noodles properly before you start cooking."
Seawater has a high salt content; doing it directly would be too much for the body to handle.
He didn't know if it would work or not, but it should... be somewhat effective.
The two looked reluctant. Wash their faces? Once the face is washed, there won't be much left; how could they bear to part with it?
Yang Chengang kicked one of them and cursed, "You dare to eat noodles that've been soaked in seawater? Don't you want to die?"
"Wash, wash, we'll wash, okay?"
Despite having a limp, Yang Chengang commands considerable respect.
After sending the two men away, Yang Chengang asked Guo Qi:
"You just said that something went wrong and the explosion didn't happen. What happened?"
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