Chapter 10 Full Meal
"But to this extent, it still doesn't work!"
Chen Qinghe tightened his right fist and jumped in front of Chang Jianhua's brother and sister.
Boom!
The fist burst out, and the air was squeezed crazily.
Chang Jianhua had no chance to escape, but was forced to fight this punch head-on.
Beast, cheetah!
The skin of his hands instantly turned into bright yellow leopard prints, and his nails became dark.
Peng - Two fists of different sizes collided with each other, and the fist bones were barbaric and rough.
The mysterious method of fighting, the explosion has increased!
Coupled with the three-fold power gap, even if Chang Jianhua's beastization makes up for part of the power gap, there is still this gap between him and Chen Qinghe.
Pengla.
Chang Jianhua leaned back, elbowed to the ground, and smashed a hole in the cement floor.
He fell to the ground, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Once a game, the victory or defeat will be revealed immediately.
Chen Qinghe closed his fist and looked at it coldly.
"Brother!!"
Chang Qian screamed and rushed to the eldest brother.
"I'm fine."
With the help of his sister, Chang Jianhua got up and sat on the ground.
The beastization ability retreated. He looked up at the young man in front of him and knew that the other party was not forced to kill him again. Obviously, he deliberately kept his hand, but his heart was still full of a strong chill.
The power he was proud of was defeated so easily!
"How can you let us go..."
Chang Jianhua wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and said hoarsely.
The other party is so powerful without using his ability, and he has no sense of confrontation.
"It's easy--"
Chen Qinghe raised his eyes and looked at a black Land Rover not far away.
......
Twenty minutes later, the last row of the Bluebird school bus.
Lin Shuishan, an Indian is dressing Huang Zicheng's wounds.
Chen Qinghe sat in the driver's seat. He had a preliminary understanding of what happened during his departure from the Indian population. He looked up slightly and looked at the demon heart of the rear mirror.
"It seems that it can't be used for the time being."
The devil's heart shrank again, and the devil Sado's mark even disappeared. Compared with the blue blood squeezed by Chen Qinghe, the heart's recirculation of blood is far from enough.
"Brother Qinghe--"
Lin Shuishan rolled his fingers with gauze and came to him.
Huh?
When Chen Qinghe turned his head, his rough hand was already held by a cold little hand.
With five fingers, a pair of clear and big eyes looked at him.
"Are you worried about your Uncle Dong?"
Chen Qinghe raised his hand and scraped Shuishan's little nose and asked softly.
The delicate touch from his fingertips made him stop on the bridge of his nose and did not take it off.
Lin Shuishan nodded slightly.
"You have to trust your Uncle A Dong."
"My brother can come back smoothly, and he can definitely do it!"
The clenched hands came from the tightness. Chen Qinghe lowered his head, gently rubbed the water-friendly bangs with his forehead, and comforted him, "Maybe there is something delayed on the road, and he can come back in just two days--
"Brother, that's what I think."
"Uncle Adong, I will definitely not leave Shuishan again."
Lin Shuishan smiled sweetly, and his long eyelashes blinked with his eyes, but at such a close distance, Chen Qinghe could see these black gem-like eyes and had already cried.
I don't know when or where.
But Chen Qinghe clearly noticed the red corners of his eyes and wet marks on his cheeks.
"Definite."
Chen Qinghe picked her up with one arm and put her on his lap.
The warm big hand stroked her little head, and the two looked at the jubilant survivors outside the window.
Two days, he can only wait for another two days at most!
He has received information from Huang Zicheng that several cross-sea bridges connecting the island have been destroyed and impassable. The only undersea tunnel that can be walked is guarded by demons. If A Dong can't come back, he will have to leave.
Chen Qinghe pressed the CD play button in the driver's seat, and suddenly a soft and flowing piano song sounded.
To attract cannon fodder, in addition to strength.
It also needs to win people's hearts, and the most direct way in the end of the world is to use food, a meal that warms people's cold limbs, and temporarily forgets the full meal of troubles and fears - the most direct and easiest effect.
So he did not kill Chang Jianhua's brother and sister. In addition to breaking through the undersea tunnel in the future, these two are also very useful. It is also an important reason to force them to hand over the food they carry and give it to the survivors in order to win people's hearts.
Papa,
Papa, Papa, Papa-
Soon, the piano music in the school bus ended. Instead, there was a "Friends", an old song that had been sung countless times before the end of the world. Suddenly, both young children and adults unconsciously clapped their hands and hummed softly.
The familiar lyrics bring you a long-lost sense of civilization.
......
An hour later.
In front of the Bluebird school bus, seven simple stoves made of masonry were set up. The flames were burning, and people next to the stove kept throwing furniture artificial panels and even stick-shaped solid wood into the stove.
Next to a pile of firewood, there is also a pile of gray books and magazines.
This is to extinguish the flame in vain, or it is not prosperous halfway.
At this moment, hundreds of pairs of eyes are staring at the big pots on the seven simple stoves.
Six mouthfuls of rice are cooked, and one mouthful is mixed with some pickled vegetables, and then combined with some ingredients, the curry soup is boiled with curry powder.
Rich curry flavor, accompanied by the aroma of rice.
Most of the survivors who have not eaten a hot meal for more than ten days, especially young children who don't know how to hide their emotions, press their empty stomach with their hands and meditate on patience.
The meal will be cooked in a little while.
"It's ready--"
The Indian shouted and lifted the lid of the iron pot.
He held both ends of the pot with his gloved hands and looked at the hot sparkling curry soup in the pot. He tried his best to remove the iron pot from the stove.
Dong!
The iron pot landed safely, which made many survivors who were still worried about the iron pot turn over. The hanging heart fell to the ground.
The curry soup is ready.
That also means that the rice is not far away.
Sure enough, in the sight of the survivors, the lids of the six pots were lifted one by one, and the nostalgic fragrance of rice made the sound of swallowing saliva everywhere.
Oh!
Chen Qinghe, Huang Zicheng, and four strong men first removed the cauldron from the simple stove and walked towards the Indian position, where several large tables had been placed.
Lin Shuishan, Indians hold iron spoons in their hands.
Looking at the survivors who have been lined up for a long time and can't wait to get a meal.
"Take your time."
"Everyone has it--"
Chen Qinghe put down the rice cooker and wiped the hot sweat on his forehead.
Turning around, he glanced at more than a dozen empty rice bags on the ground, which were found in Chang Jianhua's brother and sister's car, nearly 100 catties of fresh rice, but it still seemed to be not enough for the stomachs of hundreds of survivors here.
If it's too edible, it's troublesome!
"There is a good queue over there!"
"If anyone doesn't line up well, just leave it for a time."
Chen Qinghe frowned slightly and scolded some survivors who lost order in front of him.
Some of the men who want to jump the queue.
Under the warning of Chen Qinghe's eyes, he took the bowls and chopsticks, smiled at the people around him, and turned around and took the initiative to run back to the end of the team, but there was no dissatisfaction in his heart.
If it is others who scold them, maybe they won't be so convinced!
But Chen Qinghe is different!
The strength he has shown since his appearance has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Everyone heard from the Indians who were full of trains that this was the leader they had been waiting for for a long time.
He is the strongest underground garage here!
Even the survivors who are close to Chang Jianhua's brother and sister have to admit this.
Survivors lined up in several long dragons that could not see their heads.
There are many children holding bowls and chopsticks bigger than their own faces. They poke out their dirty little faces, and their eyes are full of hot smoke and keep swallowing saliva.
It's such a pitiful look. Chen Qinghe's heart trembled slightly.
This looks like biting little lips and being strong and patient.
Remind him of Xiao Ale, who died in Zhao Tang's hands. Although he had known from Huang Zicheng, he used Zhao Tang's identity as a demon man (mutant) who could not be attacked by monsters. After successfully fleeing to the Bay Community, he scratched Zhao Tang and the Vietnamese alive.
But Chen Qinghe still remembers the sins he has done!
"Children, come here and line up alone!"
"Adults line up on the other side. Don't squeeze in."
Chen Qinghe picked up the iron spoon, took out a few fruit candies from his pocket with his other hand, and waved to the children in the front row of the team who were pushed out by adults.
one,
Two, three, four, five——
It may be a warm smile, or it may be the effect of fruit candy. Children's fear gradually receded, very quiet, and orderly lined up in order.
At the end of the world in a month, no matter how naughty children are, they have learned basic patience, understood the meaning of order, and understood too many things beyond their age.
"Come on, bring the bowl."
"Don't worry, everyone has two candies."
Chen Qinghe picked up a cardboard box from under the table, quickly opened it, grabbed several packs of eye-catching fruit candy, tore off the plastic packaging, and poured it on the table with some rice grains.
Bang.
A pile of colorfully packaged candy, let several children who got the rice first and hold the candy in their hands stop, turned their heads and looked at the table full of candy, their eyes full of desire.
But everyone understands that you can't take more.
......
After that, time passed.
Survivors after another, and the children received their own food. They sat in the corner of the garage with their family and friends. They didn't feel dirty and ate it.
Everyone eats very fast, and I'm afraid of being slow.
I'm worried that when I go to queue later, I won't be able to get food again.
"What's this man's name?"
Chen Qinghe suddenly stopped and looked at a man in Kang Zhiqiao's team with yellow hair, high cheekbones, and a military-colored cotton-padded jacket, and asked Lao Kang.
Lao Kang beside him is designated by him to help with the meal.
Other people responsible for the meal, in addition to Shuishan and others, there are also Chang Jianhua brothers and sisters.
Every time I have a meal, I especially hear the survivors' thanks to Chen Qinghe.
The corners of their mouths were unnaturally **, their faces were gloomy, and they suppressed their anger and continued to eat.
That's right!
These food sent out once belonged to them, but if so, that's all. After all, the strength is not good. If it is successful, it will be the king and the loser. There is nothing to say.
However, what makes them most psychologically unbalanced is that all the survivors who get food are grateful to them, but the object must be the boy who forces them to eat and eat here.
Obviously, everyone knows these meters, and the materials come from them.
But they all pretended not to know, and said some nerve-stimulating words of thanks in front of them.
How can they be happy!?