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    Beside the stall, Wang Bomin was complaining about Salin: "You are just too smart, which made me eat Captain Wang's food. After all, what they bring is meat. Raise your hand and get more aged grains for me."  That¡¯s it, this aged grain cannot be stored for a long time, so it¡¯s something you need to get rid of in a hurry.¡±

    Sha Lin did not dare to offend Wang Bomin. He was a big leader of the Efficiency Office and had more power than Sha Qing, so he had to laugh and change the subject: "Wang Bomin, the old man just said something loud, saying that he only had dried meat in his hand.  He just wants to eat some serious food, but he eats dried meat, which is too luxurious. We in Yashan don¡¯t have enough resources to eat meat every day.¡±

    Wang Bomin said nonchalantly: "Captain Wang said he has super powers. That dried meat must have been obtained by the old uncle by beating wild beasts with his super powers. It's not surprising."

    The two people were chatting when a child suddenly rushed over, carrying a backpack, and said hurriedly: "Uncles, can we exchange dried meat for food here?"

    Shalin nodded: "Yes. Does your family want to exchange food?" Seeing that the child was only 7 or 8 years old, he thought it was an adult who came to inquire about information.

    The child shook his head: "There is no one in my family. They are all dead. I am the only one." He struggled to take off his backpack: "Uncle, all these dried meats are used in exchange for food."

    Shalin picked up his backpack and opened it. Hey, it was a bag full of dried meat. He took a small piece and chewed it, then nodded - it was the same kind of dried meat that the old man traded.  He collected the dried meat and brought over a 30-pound bag of Chen rice. Looking at the child's short stature, he frowned: "Kid, can you carry it alone?"

    The little guy's eyes shone when he looked at the grain bag, and he nodded repeatedly: "You can carry it, you can carry it." Wang Bomin shook his head: "I'll help you get it." After saying that, he picked up the grain bag and nodded to the little guy: "  Come on, I'll take you home." The child thanked him repeatedly and led Wang Bomin towards the archway.

    Sarin has just put away the dried meat.  When he looked up, he saw several more villagers coming in front of his stall, carrying or carrying bags, with flattering smiles on their faces. Shalin was stunned for a moment, and then he understood: "You are all here to exchange dried meat for food.  "?" The villagers responded with all their tongues, and one person also said: "This master. If you think this dried meat is too much, we can just change it to less food."

    Shalin had been in small business before, and bargaining was his only method. Although he had just been admonished by Wang Lu, now that the villagers were actively lowering prices, he felt itchy.  Looking around, not to mention Wang Lu, even Wang Bomin was not there. He became a little bolder and lowered his voice and said: "No brother, I'm not being kind. There is really too much of this kind of dried meat, and I don't know if it will sell well elsewhere.  There are risks in doing this business, one for three, will you win?"

    The villagers all nodded, and Salin was happy. They exchanged them one by one on the spot. The villagers were easy to talk to, so they simply gave all the dried meat to Salin for weighing, and then took the grain and returned to the village to divide it themselves.  Eliminate the trouble of weighing and dividing the food one by one.

    The business of exchanging dried meat for food was quite good. After a while, a long queue formed in front of Shalin's stall. It seemed that all the villagers in Jinglan Village were exchanging dried meat for food. Shalin was originally worried about being betrayed by Wang Lu.  He had to be scolded when he found out, but every villager who came to trade was overjoyed and kept thanking him.  It seemed as if the villagers had taken advantage of the Yashan caravan, so Sha Lin's uneasiness was quickly forgotten.

    Salin¡¯s business was really booming. In the end, he even asked Lu Kai and Xie Jian to help him carry grain bags.  When the last villager left the stall carrying a bag of old grains, Shalin looked at the pile of dried meat behind him, his eyes narrowed with joy.  He had full confidence that he could take the dried meat to other settlements in exchange for 5 times the amount of rice, and it would have to be new rice!  Inside and outside, new rice is exchanged for old rice, old rice is exchanged for meat, and meat is exchanged for new rice, which is almost ten times the profit.  Damn it, monopolizing business in the last days is such a huge profit!  I like it. This is much more interesting than Sha Qing sitting in the office.

    Wang Bomin carried a grain bag and entered the village with the child. Jinglan Village has not been modernized. The villagers' houses are quite old, and the roads in the village are winding gravel roads or bluestone roads. If it weren't for the children,  Lead the way, and Wang Bomin will get lost after three or two turns.  However, fighting zombies in a village with such complex terrain is an advantage. The survivors can rely on their familiarity with the terrain to fight the zombies. It seems that this is such a small village, and there are so many survivors, even the old ones.  Maybe that¡¯s why the weak were spared.

    Wang Bomin walked all the way, talking to children all the way, hoping to take the opportunity to find out the strength of Jinglan Village - although he is kind-hearted, he is not inflexible. The enemies and friends of Jinglan Village are unknown, so it is necessary to collect information from multiple sources.  ¡ª¡ªI don't know if this child is stupid or smart. He kept talking about killing zombies and killing zombies. When asked if there were any people with powers in the village, the child didn't understand the concept of a person with powers at all. He was just stupid.? Authentic: "People who are not afraid of zombies? No one in our village is afraid of zombies, and I am not afraid either. What is there to be afraid of? Zombies are avoiding us." Wang Bomin shook his head and smiled bitterly. Either this child is stupid, or he is  A big talker, according to what he said, unless everyone in the village is a superpower.

    The child brought Wang Bomin to a wooden building, and the two went straight into the kitchen. Wang Bomin did his best, opened the grain bag, and prepared to pour it into a rice vat in the corner of the kitchen. The rice vat had obviously been empty for a long time.  After using it, it was covered with a layer of dust and cobwebs. Wang Bomin took the rag and wiped it carefully before pouring the rice in. He also specifically told the child that the old rice should not be left for a long time and must be eaten quickly.

    While playing with the child, Wang Bomin calmly looked at the kitchen. There was a large wood stove in the kitchen. There was no gas bottle or electric stove. Instead, there was a pile of firewood with leaves piled next to the stove. Obviously, there was no such thing in Jinglan Village.  Modern infrastructure has been restored like that in Yashan, and people still live a simple life of small farmers to this day.  There are some sweet potatoes, potatoes, taro and other things piled in the corner, which seem to be the children's food. There is also a bowl of meat on the stove, not dried meat, but boiled meat.

    Wang Bomin frowned, strange, this child lives alone, it is reasonable to eat some sweet potatoes, but such a big bowl of meat-either it was given by someone with a particularly good conscience, or there is something weird about this child.  Superpower, can catch wild beasts.  Thinking about the pair of shoulder bags of dried meat that this kid traded with Sarin just now, it seems more likely that it is the latter - could it be that all the old and young in this village really have superpowers?  This, this is too ridiculous, right?  A village full of superpowers has already established a large territory. As for living in this small village, do you have to rely on robbery to get by?  Damn it, isn¡¯t this a disgrace to the superpowers in the world?

    The child was obviously hungry for rice.  Immediately, he threw two handfuls of rice into the pot, scooped out water, and started to burn firewood to cook. Wang Bomin shook his head, said goodbye to the child, and left the hut on his own. The child did not have much education in dealing with others.  He mumbled "Thank you, uncle" behind the stove in a daze, but did not go out to see him off.

    Wang Bomin walked along the gravel road, turning three times and two times based on his memory, and then he found that he was lost.  Most of the houses in this village are vacant, and some houses still have signs of fire, which have not been dealt with yet.  It was impossible to find someone to ask for directions.  Wang Bomin was not in a hurry. No matter how big the village was, he could always get out of it, so he walked forward leisurely, looking for a place with tall and bright houses next to the wide road.

    Turning a corner, in front of you is a relatively well-preserved old house with high cornices.  The horse head wall and the animal heads on the roof are a good place. Wang Bomin quickened his pace - suddenly, a figure ran out of the alley next to him, and the head of the steel polishing gun he held almost stabbed Wang Bomin in the face: "What are you doing?  !stop!"

    Wang Bomin stopped and saw a fully armed villager standing in front of him.

    The villager looked Wang Bomin up and down: "Who are you? You are not from our village!"

    Wang Bomin smiled and said: "This master. I am from the Yashan caravan. I just helped a child deliver something and I got lost when I returned to the village entrance."

    The villager had obviously heard about the Yashan caravan. He muttered something and said angrily: "Turn left and go straight to the entrance of the village. Let's take a walk."

    Wang Bomin glanced at the big house and knew clearly.  The villagers guarding him must be a key point.

    It¡¯s just that the location of this big house is a bit strange. If it was a military fortress, it should be placed at the entrance of the village.  And judging from the appearance, there are no firepower points, cross bunkers and other facilities.  Is it a material warehouse?  It doesn't look like it. There are too few guards, and large passages and space are needed to move materials in and out. This house is deep in the center of the village, with inconvenient transportation and is not suitable for use as a warehouse.  The only possibility left is the residence of important personnel. Judging from the appearance of this high-walled courtyard, it is most likely the private residence of leader Xu Ben.

    Wang Bomin laughed in his heart, it was really the mentality of a country bumpkin showing off his wealth. Leader Wang Lu was such a powerful and powerful person, and his family only lived in an ordinary small building in Yinjiang Town. Xu Ben only had dozens of subordinates.  The person came and built a house that looked like a tourist attraction.  This old house looks majestic, but in fact it is damp and poorly ventilated. It does not have modern water supply and drainage facilities. It is worse than an ordinary farmer's cement house.

    The guard was about to stretch out his hand to push Uncle Wang, when suddenly a woman hurriedly ran over from the alley: "Xiao Dong, go quickly, go quickly, that caravan from Yashan is exchanging rice for dried meat. Two pounds of white rice are exchanged for one pound."  Dried meat." - Good guy, Sarin has lowered the price again.

    The guard was stunned: "Really?"

    The woman said anxiously: "Oh, how can I lie to you? Old man Ye was the first to exchange food. A small bag of dried meat was exchanged for a large bag of 15 kilograms of rice, which made the old man happy. Now there are more people changing, and the price  It just fell down. Why don¡¯t you go quickly? Wait.It's too late, the price is going to fall again.  "

    Without saying a word, the guard carried the steel bar and ran away with the woman who reported the news. In the blink of an eye, only the stunned Wang Bomin was left in front of the house.

    Wang Bomin looked around and was convinced that there was really no villager nearby. He rubbed his nose and smiled bitterly. These villagers were really a bunch of people. They just gave up their posts rashly for just a few kilograms of food. If this was the case in Yashan, Zhou Chunyu would  They have to be taken to a small dark room.

    Wang Bomin shook his head, turned around and was about to go to the entrance of the village, but suddenly stopped again. He listened attentively and confirmed that no one was around. He jumped to the door of the mansion and peered through the crack in the door.

    There was nothing inside - to be precise, the crack in the door was so dark that nothing could be seen.  Wang Bomin was feeling strange when suddenly there was a roar through the door, and then the door was banged by a heavy object from behind.

    Wang Bomin couldn't help but retreat continuously. This roaring sound was too familiar. It was the roar that zombies usually make when chasing and killing humans.

    Behind the door of the ancient house, there are constant roars and the squeaking sound of fingernails scratching the wooden door. If it were night, it would be the best horror movie, but now it is clear day and day, and Wang Bomin is used to getting along with zombies and zombies - now again  He leaned towards the crack of the door and looked inside.

    The crack in the door was blocked by zombies who were also peeping out just now, so Wang Bomin didn't see anything.  Only now did I realize that beyond the zombies blocking the door, there were actually large groups of zombies huddled in the courtyard and side rooms of the ancient house. They had obviously smelled the scent of strangers and were ready to move.

    ??Zombies, in this ancient house that occupies a large area.  There are actually a lot of zombies imprisoned, at least hundreds.

    Wang Bomin was about to investigate more carefully when he suddenly heard a faint voice in the alley next to him. He hurriedly took a few steps back from the door, turned around and entered another path, pretending to be leisurely and walked towards the entrance of the village.

    A moment later.  Feng Haiqi was listening to Wang Bomin's report. Feng Haiqi crossed his arms and said, "A room full of zombies? Are you saying that the villagers of Jinglan Village locked up a room full of zombies in a house in the center of the village?"

    Wang Bomin nodded: "The old house is huge. It can contain 300 to 400 zombies at least, and it is almost undefended - if Minister Feng calls a Madaha guard a fortified house."

    Feng Haiqi touched his chin: "We in Yashan also use zombies, but they are usually kept in an old factory far away from the residential center with high walls and thick courtyards. They are also guarded by specialized personnel working in three shifts 24 hours a day.  The people of Jinglan Village are quite bold. They are actually locked up in the center of the village. Are they not afraid that something unexpected will happen and zombies will suddenly come out and come to the center and wash the village with blood? Either they are a group of brainless villagers, or they are  All of them really have special powers, and zombies are basically harmless to them."

    Wang Bomin suddenly said: "I remembered one detail. The zombies in that house didn't make any sound when the villagers were guarding them. It was only after he left that I stepped forward to investigate, and then he roared and screamed. Look at it this way  Get up, that villager does have some special powers. He can suppress hundreds of zombies by himself."

    A person with superpowers is actually used as a soldier to guard the home?  Feng Haiqi took a breath of air: "Is there really a whole village of superpowers in Jinglan Village?!"

    Wang Bomin said with a tight face: "We have to inform Captain Wang of this news quickly."

    Feng Haiqi slapped his thigh: "Wang Lu just entered the village and hasn't come out yet."

    Wang Bomin and Feng Haiqi exchanged glances, and Feng Haiqi moved his lips silently: "Notify, first level alert. Remember, don't show your presence, wait for news from Wang Lu."

    Wang Lu didn¡¯t know that at the entrance of the village, the members of the caravan were doing business with smiles on their faces while secretly guarding them. Body armor and guns were placed within easy reach. He was wandering around Jinglan Village with his hands behind his back.

    Jinglan Village is small in area. There is a stream running through the village and a pond in the village. The old houses here are relatively well preserved. It is an "original small village" that is most loved by travelers and photographers.  However, Wang Luda grew up in the south of the Yangtze River. After seeing many such buildings, he didn't find much novelty. He just walked around and watched the living conditions of the villagers here.  Contrary to what he originally expected, these guys who dared to rob the road were actually kind-hearted. When they saw Wang Lu, a stranger, running around, they didn't say anything to blame him. There were even old people and children who nodded shyly and smiled at Wang Lu.  , is the simplest countryman style.

    Wang Lu walked around three times and came to a newly painted old house. There was a sign hanging at the door of the house, which read "Ancient Ship Museum" in five characters.

    Wang Lu couldn¡¯t help but sigh, museum?  This remote village actually has a museum?  But he soon felt relieved. Before the end of the world, it was this country thatWhen people are clamoring for the so-called building of cultural soft power, in fact, in the minds of heads and heads everywhere, they have no idea what cultural soft power is, but they do know how to use this to reach out to ask for some preferential policies and build some houses.

    In Ningbo and Hong Kong, the most exciting thing is to build a number of so-called folk museums. In fact, some private companies take private collections of cultural relics and even handicrafts, allocate land under preferential conditions provided by the government, build a yard, and display exhibits.  To be honest, the exhibits inside are quite important. To be honest, the exhibits are actually modern crafts that "my friends and I were shocked".

    This ancient ship museum is obviously not exempt from vulgarity. In all likelihood, it was built by some smart local guy. Seriously speaking, it can be regarded as a double source of fame and fortune. The name of the museum director is much more refined than the general manager and chairman.  It's also convenient for making friends with people from all walks of life. What's even better, the land obtained in the name of the museum is tax-free.

    Wang Lu clasped his hands behind his back and walked towards the museum. As expected, the so-called ancient ship museum was actually some models and pictures of ancient ships. However, these ship models were more exquisitely made. Wang Lu was showing off a 3  A voice suddenly rang out from the side of the meter-long antique boat that could be raised and lowered.

    "This was the most common transport ship along the coast of Yonggang during the Qing Dynasty more than 100 years ago. The original model of this ship was in Belgium. In 1904, the Qing Dynasty asked craftsmen in Yonggang to make a batch of ship models and participated in the 1904 U.S.  St. Louis World's Fair, and later participated in the Liege World's Fair in Belgium in 1905. Later, because the Qing Dynasty could not pay the money to return the model to China, the ship model remained in Belgium. In 2012, three ship models came from Belgium  When I returned to Ningbo for display, I went to visit and take photos, and made the ship model as it was." The person who spoke was none other than the honest Xu Ben.  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read it.)
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