Chapter 762

After leaving the construction site, Ming Jiali still ran all the way, shuttled through the streets and alleys at a very fast speed, leaving a series of deep footprints on the snow.

He instinctively wanted to run away.

Perhaps regaining his memory could allow him to recover a lot of what he had lost, but he was already in such a miserable state. He was stupid in his mind, stupid in speech, and ugly in appearance. Anyone who saw it would laugh. After he recognized him, his relatives and lovers would feel distressed and disgusted. Better to sever the relationship...

He just wants to be a carefree, happy idiot, a Ming Jiali who starts over...

"Humph.

The cold wind blew and swept the snow and ice all over the ground, bringing a bit of icy cold.

Ming Jiali was panting slightly, his long messy hair was covered with layers of hoarfrost, and his shirtless body was also covered with a black tight leather jacket. Although the heat preservation effect was not good, Ming Jiali had a strong physique. , and the strong and surging infuriating body protector, so the cold air of more than 30 degrees below zero can not bring him too much influence.

This is a very dilapidated street, located in a remote location, and there are many steel cars and motorcycles covered with snow parked on the road, but these motor vehicles have long since become obsolete.”

On both sides are houses from decades ago, which are very old. The walls are covered with traces of time. We can still see that many houses are old-fashioned yards. There are a lot of trees and rattans planted in the yard. It’s a pity that those Most of the trees and vines are frozen to death and withered, either covered with snow or yellow and wrinkled, and the previous vitality has been dissipated...

This……

This is where?

Ming Jiali was stunned for a while, a vague sense of familiarity welling up in his heart.

When he closed his eyes, something flashed in his mind..." Some messy memory fragments, he saw a little furry child who was somewhat similar to himself, playing on this dilapidated street... He also saw the majestic and loving parents, and Hefa Tongyan The grandparents are right, and there are two snot-snoting younger siblings."

Ming Jiali just wanted to see these memory fragments clearly, but there was a stabbing pain in his mind, causing him to whimper lowly, hold his head in pain again, and take a few deep breaths before he can calm down. down.

Perhaps the trauma to the brain was so difficult to deal with that every time he recalled the previous memory, Ming Jiali always had a tingling in his head...

Ming Jiali did not know that this was where he grew up when he was a child.

The old house of grandfather and grandmother is located here. Ming Jiali has lived here with his grandfather and grandmother since he was a child. Even Li Jiayu and Li Banyue lived here when they were very young.

It's a pity that on the first day of the doomsday, a deadly insect wave also broke out in Yongcheng. Tens of thousands of red beetles and sickle beetles were killing everything, grandfather and grandmother, Li Jiamin's parents and some messed up relatives. They were all buried in the belly of the worm, with no bones left...

The only surviving members of the Li family are the Li Donglin family, and there are only three people together, and the other three aunts and six grandmothers have become a thing of the past...

Therefore, Nuoda's old house was also abandoned, and even Li Jiayu was too lazy to retrieve this old house and let it go.

Today, the old houses on this dilapidated street have become a refuge for a large group of refugees, and the old house of the Li family is crowded with more than 50 people, most of whom are from Tiannan Province. The poor people who fled from other cities, migrant workers, teachers, rich men, beggars, salesmen, civil servants, wage earners,

Gathering all kinds of occupations, it was a mess, and there was even a former high-ranking official living there. It’s a pity that the hall-level who used to call the wind and call the rain lives here like a poor worm...

The street was very deserted and desolate, and no one was seen.

Yes, the weather is freezing cold, and the cold wind can almost freeze ordinary people into ice sculptures. Who would run out and suffer from the cold?

"Barking.

At this moment, the wooden door of Li's old house was pushed open and the cold wind blew in, and a dozen men in thick clothes came out shrinking.

The dozen or so men all had yellow faces and thin skin, blue lips, and even more vain steps. It was obvious that they had not eaten three meals a day, and had been hungry for quite some time...

Although the clothes they wear are very thick, they are not warm, let alone traditional down jackets, even cotton sweaters are pitiful. All they wear are clothes made of ordinary fabrics. A worn shirt with two short sleeves around the head as a hat and scarf...  

In peaceful times, this kind of dress would definitely make people laugh, but now this kind of dress is too common. Many people in the slums use summer clothes to keep out the cold. It's just that this damn doomsday has made the weather chaotic and abnormal. Not only could there be no sunlight, but even the temperature was so terribly low.

You must know that Yongcheng is located in the extreme south, subtropical, and it has never snowed for decades. Even in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month in previous years, the temperature rarely drops below zero. Naturally, there are very few heavy clothes to keep out the cold in Yicheng. Less, even if there are not many, hundreds of thousands of sets are undoubtedly more hated than 7 million refugees.

"Uh... that... hello...".

Ming Jiali greeted the dozen or so men embarrassingly. He wanted to ask where this place was because he instinctively felt a strange kindness towards Li's old house.

, 'little brother' is sorry...".

The middle-aged man in the lead had sunken eyes, a face with Chinese characters, and a rather rough outline. He was wearing a dark green old guard coat. Judging from his accent and face, he didn't look like a native of Tiannan Province, but a Northeastern man. .

, 'Forgive us for not being able to accommodate you... This old house is only over 100 square meters, but there are more than 5,000 people living in it, it is already overloaded, and it can't be crowded any more...".

The middle-aged man explained it politely.

He saw that Ming Jiali had a shrewd face and hoarfrost on his head. He subconsciously thought that Ming Jiali was also a homeless man. He looked around for a place to live, and deliberately wanted to live in this old house. .

Middle-aged people have seen too many of these homeless people. Although homeless homeless people will definitely freeze to death in such a cold day, middle-aged people must harden their hearts to refuse... After all, He was also impoverished and in a dire situation, and he had no ability to help others for a long time.

"No, it's not... Er silly just wanted to ask where this place is..." Ming Jiali smiled shyly, showing his yellow teeth to the cold-faced middle-aged man.

"This is Nanning in Dongxing District in the south of the city. It's very remote. It's already a building complex in the 1970s... Maybe, you shouldn't come to beg in this kind of poor kiln, but you should join the army. Look at your muscles. , is as strong as an ox, and should be able to get good treatment in the army, at least not worry about food and clothing...".

The middle-aged man nodded at Ming Jiali, and immediately stepped forward, leading a dozen men behind him to do business.

"No, no, Ersha has already joined the army..." Ming Jiali hurriedly explained, and then stammered: "Where are you going? Such a cold weather..."

, 'Go foraging. "

The middle-aged man opened his lips and let out a white mist in the cold air. He said this simply and bluntly, then looked up and down at Ming Jiali and nodded secretly, if Ming Jiali was really a soldier and not a poor man. Vagrant, you can make friends a little bit, but, this young man looks stupid, I'm afraid it's useless, right?

, 'Foraging? Ah, no, doesn't the army deliver food every day? Haitang told Ersha that every registered adult gets four steamed buns, and children get two steamed buns, and sometimes the army even distributes them. Some sweet potatoes, taro, potatoes, although very few, can at least ensure that millions of people will not be hungry,”

Ming Jiali grinned and said slowly, since he joined the warrior camp, he no longer has to worry about food. With his status as a third-level low-level inheritor, the army will provide him with a lot of rice and food every day. Meat buns were enough for him to eat and satiate, and he gradually forgot how hard it was for the vast number of refugees to live in hardships, suffering from cold and hunger every day and every night.

, 'Ha' you don't understand the Hei Cha," The middle-aged man shook his head, the thick and dark eyebrows on his face tightened, and sneered: "The magic plants that Major General Li Jiayu brought back can indeed be produced in large quantities. Food, but if you want to produce food, you must consume the flesh and blood of monsters, insect crystals and magic cores, so as to quickly induce and ripen energy. However, in the past ten days, the number of insects attacking the city has been much less than before, which means that The harvested monster corpse and flesh and blood have decreased sharply, and the food produced is naturally much less...".

, 'No' I remember that in the siege battle ten days ago, there were a lot of dead tortoises and tentacles..." Ming Jiali scratched the back of his head.

"Oh, it's a simple idea. I heard from some insiders that the body of the tentacle monster contains highly poisonous substances that are difficult to purify and cannot be used as fertilizer..." The middle-aged man glanced at Ming Jiali with complicated eyes, and suddenly the conversation turned sharp. Yizhuan: "What's more, the right to distribute food is in the hands of the military... There are many tricks in this, and the officers who distribute food are also selfish, so it is good to deduct a little bit, but even deducting more than half of it is good. It’s not uncommon for the situation…” Everyone wants to be full, and no one wants to endure hunger and hang their poor lives with steamed buns. Those officers who are rich in their own pockets will resell the food they have deducted, and from the profit……".

"This, how is this possible... The people in the warrior camp are all very good," Ming Jiali said in amazement. With his poor IQ, he naturally couldn't understand the darkness of people's hearts.

"What a fart!"

The middle-aged man snorted, and the muscles around his cheeks wriggled, obviously gritted his teeth, and said fiercely:

"A few days ago, the army also distributed two or three steamed buns to each of us every day, but in the past two or three days, the officers in charge of this area will not come to distribute food directly. Depending on the situation, they don't care if we live or die. I Received the gossip, that group of soldiers sold all the food that they should have given us to the black market!" (To be continued [This text is provided by the breaking dawn update group x-on: Huachangkong]. If you like this work, you are welcome. Come to ◤Starter◢ to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)