Chapter 382

"Ha," the middle-aged man smiled awkwardly, "this, this, this"

"If you don't look outside," the old man said with a heavy tone, "if you don't expect to find the so-called 'miracle', let me tell you, it is impossible for us to get a spare ingredient before the global food is exhausted. .”

"When the time comes, it will be a global famine."

"Global famine, Guawazi!" the old man's voice rose, "Do you think this is for fun? More people will die of starvation than fighting now, you know!"

"Recently, I always think back to the famine I encountered when I was a child. In the most difficult three years, my uncle, my aunt, and my second brother, all, all..." The old man closed his eyes Eye, "You, do you know how painful it is to starve to death?"

"Your will and your soul are awake," the old man's voice trembled, "but you have no choice but to watch yourself die."

"If there is anything that can satisfy your hunger," the old man's words choked up, but he continued on, "Even if it is Guanyin soil that can eat dead people, you will stuff it in your mouth, Gua Wazi!"

"My wish is that the tragic famine I encountered when I was a child will never happen again," the old man immersed himself in his own world, "The shadow of famine has once again shrouded our heads!"

"Mentor, mentor, that's what it says," the bald middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat, "but, but..."

He "but" for a long time, but nothing "but".

"Don't worry, I know my own safety very well," the old man patted on his students who genuinely cared about him, "the country has a special team to protect me!"

"Teacher, I'll accompany you too!" The middle-aged man said anxiously.

"No need," the old man waved his hand, "What about you, just stay here in the lab, follow the experimental procedure I set up, honestly arrange the tasks and do things well, that's fine!"

"Mentor, but..." The bald middle-aged man was so anxious that he could barely organize his words.

"Don't worry, don't worry," the hale and hearty old man patted his chest, "Your tutor has always been blessed and lucky, so nothing will happen!"

"Actually, the most important thing is not my safety, but—" the old man sighed and turned his gaze out of the window. The outside of the window is all the color of cement, and you can't even see a little bit of greenery. "It's just, can I have this kind of luck?"

As if to cheer himself up, the old man said to himself:

"I'm working hard, I'm sure I'll find it."

"must!"

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And just after Shang Yinhe fell asleep, around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, some insignificant things were happening in a small rural village in Huaguo.

After undergoing severe cleansing and mass extinction activities, the rural world, which was full of unnamed weeds, hidden various small animals, and full of vitality, has completely turned into a dead silence .

There was no sound of frogs, no barking of dogs, no trace of green, and even some residents of the original village dragged their families away from this small village with less strict defenses and rushed to the nearby more heavily guarded villages. City.

But in this lifeless small village, there are still some old people who can't leave their homeland, staying nostalgic for the place where they grew up.

Sister-in-law Jane is one of them.

"It's so unaccustomed," said Uncle Zhou, who sat across from Sister-in-law Zhen, who also hadn't left the village, looked around and said with emotion, "In the past, we sat under the old locust tree at the head of the village. The old locust tree protects us, and there are birds singing, chirping, chirping."

He used his old voice to imitate the crisp cry of the bird, imitating, imitating, but slowly stopped.

The old locust tree at the entrance of the village has been uprooted long ago, and all the roots have been cleaned up. The original green shade has become a sun-baked concrete floor, which is empty.

When no one speaks, the whole rural world is empty and silent, like a large grave cast by death.

In this frightening silence, Mrs. Zhen sighed helplessly, breaking the silence: "Yes, just a while ago, we were celebrating the New Year here. There were still firecrackers and firecrackers here. The loud noises of children laughing and crying, the flavor of the year is strong. There is also my big yellow, my big yellow that can bark and dance..."

"This village, hey, this village," another old man sitting next to Uncle Zhou shook his head, "it's as if he's dead now."

A few left-behind old people, who were not considered young, chatted with each other for a while, and then dispersed in boredom.

Without crops, chickens, ducks, pigs, and cattle, there is no farm work; even the activities that used to be done in the village, where everyone sat together to weave straw hats, could not be done. After all, if there is no grass, how can there be a straw hat?

In this case, what else can everyone do?

The sky was getting dark and bored, so Aunt Zhen walked around the village casually.

Among the old people left behind, she is the youngest one. Her relatives and children beckoned her to go to the city quickly, saying that the city is safer. Maybe the city is indeed safer, but Sister-in-law Zhen is all listless now, she would rather stay in this lifeless village,

I also don't want to leave here to go to a more unfamiliar city.

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