C10 Woman

It was already 4: 00 PM. The sun was shining through the elevator in the early autumn, painting the bronze carriage with a layer of flowing gold. The face of the driver was half dark and half smiling, as if he was about to shout out "Qin" and start running with the reins in his hand. Outside of the large windows of the elevator was the flowing river to the east. The small waves on the river were rolling like gold. The tall buildings on both sides of the river were also illuminated by the sun, becoming as red as hot iron. A flock of pigeons flew back and forth between the tall buildings, their cries echoing hollowly above the empty city.

The four of us stood there staring blankly, like a white-collar worker who had just left work and was still waiting for the elevator. After a long while, Lv sighed and said: "Let's go, it's time to chop firewood."

Chopping wood is a daily job that has to be done. Although the food problem is getting worse, fuel is a more pressing problem than food. During the initial stage of the Zombie's explosion, the city was the first to experience a crisis of water cutting off power and gas. At that time, people were told to stay at home and not go out, although many people had prepared a lot of food in their homes, once the gas was cut off, they found that they were unable to cook their food at all, most families didn't even have a simple stove that could burn firewood, and the rooms in the city didn't even have the function of letting people light fire inside. Just the smoke that was not completely released was enough to choke people to death, so during that period, almost every household built a bonfire on the balcony, and the whole city was filled with the stench of burning tires.

It was also during that time that I realized how difficult it was to make a fire, and how big a pile of firewood was needed to boil a pot of water, but I still don't understand what kind of fire was needed to cook a pot of rice without burning or growing it. Moreover, in this group of people, other than the Uncle Feng and the Great Strength, the rest of us are all the same. We only know how to cook raw rice, and I feel that if we do not use the electric cooker to cook rice, our skills will probably be lost.

But even the sandwich was soon gone. First people burn books and magazines, then wood furniture, then clothes, sofas, mattresses... In short, even in a well-to-do family, the affairs of the family could only be burned for a week or two. After that, people had to take the risk of leaving their homes to search for fuel, but where in the concrete cities would all this fuel come from? The green belt, the trees on both sides of the road, and the few trees in the park were all immediately snatched clean. People had no choice but to go to the outskirts, and many people were bitten by Zombie during this process, and then came back home to infect their loved ones …

San Mao, the Daoist Priest, and I spent our first few days on the run together. We spent our most comfortable time in an antique furniture shop that was filled to the brim with mahogany furniture that made us happy for more than a week. One of the Ming Dynasty of Hainan yellow pear out of the bed let us burn for three days!

The Taoist said that different firewood would bring different flavors to the food. The red sandalwood was flat on all sides, medium and calm on the surface. The yellow and flowery pear was elegant and elegant while the sour branches carried a bit of wild fun. There was also the faint fragrance of fruit … I said they all had one thing in common — that everything cooked was raw!

And now, Lv's so-called "firewood chopping", is to go to a house that is like the one we entered this morning, where there is either no one in the house or the owner has long ago turned into a Zombie. Since the last mansion was on the top floor of the 28th floor, we naturally chose the first house we entered in the morning.

There was nothing to be said about the wood chopping process. It was nothing more than the unravelling of violence, regardless of whether the furniture was European, American, Classical, Neo-Classical, Chinese, or New Chinese … In the end, they all hacked and grew in strips, whether it was oak, elm, willow, yew, henna, walnut... "In the end they were reduced to a stick of fire; no matter how intricate the carving, no matter how ornate the grain, we have only two opinions about it — the burnt and the unburned." "Wood is used to light fires." The philosopher and thief Lv's one sentence had turned everything into its original state.

Needless to say, we prefer solid wood furniture because it is dense, more resistant to burning, and less flammable. As for the relative plastered furniture, firstly, it was too quick, so it didn't burn. Secondly, the plywood, large core, melamine, and plastered furniture all had some chemical constituents within them. Some inferior quality plywood could even make people cry and want to vomit upon smelling it. "It seems that no matter when it comes to environmental protection, it will always be a big problem!" This summary was given by the late Mystical Investigator Li Quandao.

The house downstairs may not be as luxurious as the palace upstairs, but it's still a mansion, and all used the same color of white oak, which is more than two hundred catties per table. Unfortunately, the table is an entire log, and we can't crack it open right now, so we can only wait for the next time. But the shelves under the bare table, plus a small TV cabinet, were broken down and filled with our wheelbarrow, almost enough fuel to last us two days.

I hefted the two handles of the wheelbarrow, felt the weight, and hung the straps around my neck. I tilted my head back and used the trapezius and the deltoids to wrap the straps around my shoulders. The unicycle, which weighed over a hundred pounds with all the goods, was on its way.

All along the way, only Lv and I could take turns pushing the cart, because Lin Hao and Yang Yufan both didn't know how to push the unicycle. In fact, I only recently learned how to push things, even though it looks simple, it's actually very difficult to control, especially when carrying heavy stuff. It's very difficult to control the balance, especially when carrying heavy stuff, it's very hard to control the balance, especially when carrying heavy stuff, it's very difficult to control the balance, especially when it's carrying heavy stuff.

Later on, I realized that pushing the wheelbarrow was not about how to exert strength, but about how to relax. When I was running off course, I should not try to correct it, but just shift my center of gravity a little bit. "After you learn how to relax, the wheelbarrow can be pushed a lot more easily. As long as you push it forward with force, and then move it forward with inertia, this is the advantage of a wheelbarrow compared to a two-wheeled one. It's more powerful to have one more wheel to rub against, and it's much more agile than a two-wheeled one for a road full of rubble and debris.

"Watch out for the corpses!" After passing by a pile of broken walls and ruins, Lv who was walking in front warned him as usual. I tightly stared at the gaps between the buildings' rubbish. I didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. It was just like the warning signs on the highway that said "accidents happen often." There was always a reason for setting those signs, and if one didn't pay attention to these warnings, then it was very likely that they would pay the price of blood.

"Who is it!" Lv who was in front suddenly bellowed, and with a swoosh, he removed the rifle from his shoulder and pointed it at a broken wall.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" Following the sound, a middle-aged man with a head full of scoundrels came out from behind the broken wall. This man bowed and bowed as he walked out, while waving behind him and saying, "Come out, come out!"

Then two women followed him out from behind the broken wall.