Apocalypse Summoner - 787. The 762nd chapter is full of private pockets

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

He instinctively wanted to escape. The farther he escaped, the better. It’s best to never see Li Banyue again… Maybe regaining his memory can make him recover a lot of things that he lost, but he has been so downhearted and miserable to this extent. Stupid, silly talking, ugly, everyone laughs when he sees it. Rather than making loved ones feel distressed and resentful after acknowledging each other, it is better to sever the relationship… Ming Jiali at the beginning… “Huh”

The cold wind swept across the ground and brought icy currents.

铭加力微微气喘，一头凌乱的长发上结起了层层白霜，原本打着赤膊的身体也披上了一套黑色的紧身皮衣，虽然保暖效果并不佳，但铭加力体格强壮，又有浑厚澎湃的真气护体，所以零下三十多度的寒冷空气并不能给他带来过多地影响。

这是一条很破旧的街道，地处偏僻，道路上还停放着许多覆盖着白雪的钢铁汽车、摩托车，只是这些机动车辆早已成了废铁……两边是几十年前的房屋，很是陈旧，墙壁上都布满了岁月的痕迹，依稀中还能看到不少房屋是老式的院子，院子里种植着大量的树木藤条，只可惜那些树木藤条大多都冻死枯萎，要么被白雪所覆盖，要么发黄褶皱，以前的生命力都已经消散一空……这……这是哪里？

铭加力愣了愣，心底里涌出一股股模糊的熟悉感。

他闭上眼睛，脑海中竟然闪过一些凌乱的记忆片段，他看到一个跟自己有点相似的小毛孩，在这条破旧的街道上玩耍……还看到威严慈爱的父母，以及鹤发童颜的祖父母，对了，还有两个拖着鼻涕的弟弟妹妹……铭加力刚想要看清楚这些记忆片段，脑海却传来了一股股刀割般的刺痛，致使他低低地哀嚎了一声，再次痛苦地抱着脑袋，深呼吸了好几次才堪堪平静下来。

或许，脑子受到的创伤太过难搞了，以至于每次回想起以前的记忆时，铭加力总会头脑刺痛……铭加力不知道，这里是他小时候长大的地方。

祖父祖母的老宅就坐落在这儿，铭加力从小就是跟着祖父祖母生活于此，就连李佳玉和李半月还很小的时候也是住在这里的。

只可惜，末日降临的第一天，邕城也同样爆发了致命的虫潮，数以万计的红甲虫、镰刀甲虫铺天盖地地大开杀戒，祖父祖母，以及李佳民的父母，还有一些乱七八糟的亲戚也都悉数葬身虫腹，尸骨无存……李家唯一还幸存下来的，就只有李东临一家子，加起来也不过寥寥三人，其他什么三姑六婆的都已经成为了过去式……所以，诺大的老宅也被废弃掉，即便后来李佳玉威震邕城，也懒得去取回这座老宅，放任不管。

Today, the old houses on this dilapidated street have become a refuge for a large group of refugees, and the Li’s old house is extremely crowded with more than 50 people, most of them from Tiannan Province. The poor people who fled from other cities, such as migrant workers, teachers, rich men, beggars, salespersons, civil servants, and wage earners, gathered all kinds of occupations and formed a mess. They even lived with a former high-ranking official. It’s a pity that once The hall-level calling for the wind and rain is living here like a poor worm… The streets are very deserted and desolate, and no one is seen.

Yes, the sky is cold and the ground is freezing, and the cold wind is almost able to freeze ordinary people into ice sculptures. Who will run out to be cold?

“Crunch”

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

These more than a dozen men are all yellow and thin, their lips are blue, and their footsteps are even more vain. Obviously they have been hungry for a long time…The clothes they wear are thick, but they don’t keep warm, let alone traditional down jackets. Even the cotton-padded sweaters are pitiful. They are all wearing clothes made of ordinary fabrics. One is even more exaggerated. They wear more than a dozen worn-out shirts. They also use two short sleeves around their heads, which are used as hats and Scarf use… in peaceful times, this kind of dress will 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. The blame is only for the damn doomsday. The climate is very chaotic, not only is there no sunlight, but the temperature is so terribly low.

You must know that Yongcheng is located in the extreme south, in the subtropical zone. It has not snowed for decades. Even in the twelfth lunar winter in previous years, the temperature rarely drops below zero. Naturally, there are few heavy clothing to keep out the cold in Yongcheng. There are fewer, even if there are, there will not be many. Compared with the seven million refugees, hundreds of thousands of sets are undoubtedly too many people.

“Uh… that… hello…”

Ming Jiali said hello to the dozen or so men, he wanted to ask where it was, because he instinctively felt a strange kindness to Li’s old house.

“Little brother, sorry…”

The headed middle-aged man with sunken eye sockets, a face with Chinese characters, a rather rough outline, wearing a dark green old guard army coat, from the accent and face, does not look like a native of Tiannan Province, but rather like a Northeastern. .

“Forgive us for not being able to accommodate you… This old house is only more than 100 square meters, but there are more than 50 people living in it. It is already overloaded, and it can’t be crowded anymore…”

The middle-aged man explained it euphemistically.

He saw that Ming Jiali had a bitter face and his head was covered with hoarfrost. He subconsciously thought that Ming Jiali was also a homeless bitter, looking for a place to stay, and wanted to live in this old house. .

For this kind of homeless people, middle-aged people have seen too much, although homeless homeless people will certainly be frozen to death in such a cold day, but middle-aged people must harden their hearts to refuse… after all , He is also impoverished, in a dilemma, and has no ability to help others.

“No, it’s not… Ersha just want to ask where is this place…” Ming Jiali smiled shyly, and bared his yellow teeth at the cold-faced middle-aged man.

“This is Nanning Street in Dongxing District in the south of the city. It is very remote. It is already a building complex in the 1970s… Maybe you should not come to this kind of poor kiln to beg, but you should go to the army. Look at your muscles. He is as strong as an ox, and should be treated well in the army. At the very least, he has no worries about food and clothing…”

The middle-aged man nodded to Ming Jiali, and then took a step forward, leading a dozen men behind to do business.

“No, no, Ersha has already joined the army…” Ming Jiali hurriedly explained, then stammered: “Where are you going? Such cold weather…”

“Go for food.”

The middle-aged man opened his lips, sprayed a mouthful of white mist in the cold air, and said simply and bluntly, then he glanced up and down at Ming Jiali and nodded to himself, if Ming Jiali is really a soldier and not a poor one. Wanderers can also make friends a little bit, but this young man looks silly and stupid, afraid that it is of little use value, right?

“Foraging? Ah, no, don’t the army deliver food every day? Haitang told Ersha that every registered adult can get four steamed buns, and children get two steamed buns. Sometimes The army will also distribute some sweet potatoes, taro, and potatoes. Although they are very few, they can at least guarantee that millions of people will not starve to death…”

Ming Jiali whispered his mouth and said slowly, since joining the soldier camp, he no longer has to worry about food. With the status of a three-level low-level inheritor, the army will provide him with a large amount of rice and meat every day. Steamed stuffed buns are enough for him to eat, and he gradually forgets how hard it is to live the lives of refugees. He suffers from cold and starvation every day and night.

“Oh, you don’t understand the darkness in this…” The middle-aged man shook his head, his thick and dark eyebrows tightened together, and sneered: “The magic plants brought back by Major General Li Jiayu can indeed produce a large amount of food. But if you want to produce food, you have to consume the monster’s flesh and blood, the worm crystal core, to quickly grow and mature the energy… However, in the past ten days, the number of siege bugs has been much less than before, which means The flesh and blood of the harvested monster corpses has been drastically reduced, and the food produced is naturally much less…”

“No, I remember that in the siege battle ten days ago, I harvested a lot of corpses of devil turtles and tentacle monsters…” Ming Jiali scratched the back of his head.

“Oh, think simply. I heard some insiders say that the corpse of the tentacle monster contains a poison that is difficult to purify and cannot be used as fertilizer…” The middle-aged man glanced at Ming Jiali with complicated eyes, and suddenly said something. Turn: “What’s more, the distribution right of food is in the hands of the army…There is a lot of tricks in this. The officers who distribute the food are also selfish. It is good to deduct a little, but even if it is more than half of the deduction. It’s not uncommon…everyone wants to be full, no one wants to endure hunger and hang their poor lives with steamed buns. The officers who are full of their own pockets will resell the deducted food and make a profit… …”

“This, how is this possible… The people in the Warrior Camp are all very nice…” Ming Jiali was surprised. With his poor IQ, he naturally couldn’t understand the darkness of people’s hearts.

“What a shit!”

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

“A few days ago, the army even distributed two or three buns to each of us every day, but for these two or three days, the officers in charge of this area will not come to distribute food. Depending on the situation, they are completely caring about us. After receiving the gossip, the soldiers sold all the food that should have been given to us on the black market!”

(To be continued)