At noon, many places are covered with snow under the winter sun.

Among the white ruins, familiar figures appeared on the familiar street again.

A few hundred meters away, a warning port in the supermarket, a man who was observing with a telescope picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "He is here, and the doomsday postman is here again, but he is carrying not the postman's bag but the mountaineering bag. The bag is empty. It is obviously coming to our place to carry things. Will he let him in?"

"Do you want to block the last postage route in the Republic? Do you still let him in?"

Huang Hong's scolding came from many passages on the walkie-talkie.

Well, this alert classmate dared not speak out. In fact, he was the one who survived the "doomsday racing tribe" at that time, and he had a natural fear of Zhang Zimin...

Even though the supermarket could already be seen, Zhang Zimin still walked and stopped, sensing the surroundings.

With the help of this rare zombie while still, I pushed away the snow on the hood of a car and sat on it with a bottle of water next to it.

Sometimes I took a sip of water, took out the paper and pen and thought about it and wrote:

It's too cold today to be updated, so that's it.

433.8 MHz, we don't have much water and food, but we have prepared your place, assuming you believe me.

Then press the paper onto the roof with stones.

It’s almost time, so I put away my pen, telescope, and assembled water. When I was carrying a bag on my back, I was going on the road, and then there was some movement.

So Zhang Zimin turned around and looked at a messy place and said, "Come out. Don't hide by my side, let alone let me misunderstand it as a threat."

Want—

It turned out to be a little local dog. It looked a little confused and called out twice as he looked at Zhang Zimin.

"Have you been bitten?" Zhang Zimin asked.

Woo--

It sat on the ground with a funny expression, as if it meant that I was the only one biting people, and no one biting me.

"Well, actually, what I mean is: Can you bite people?" Zhang Zimin tried to communicate again.

Wangwang-

It called twice in response.

Okay, I will translate it for you: If you know how to bite, you will rush out and bite it. Do you still need to scream the ink marks?

Zhang Zimin observed again and found that it was a puppy with no other abnormalities. Judging from the observation after the catastrophe, only humans have mutated so far, but no abnormalities of other species have been found.

At least the common things you see, such as spiders, cockroaches, maggots, flies, mosquitoes, mice, etc., are all the way before the catastrophe.

Zhang Zimin thought about it and said, "It's a fate to meet. I have nothing to eat for you, but I'll give you a name. There are gray marks on your head, so it's called Huitou Xiaobao. What do you think?"

It was sitting on the ground with a little depressed look. It seemed like it was wrong. If you didn’t give anything to eat, you would dare to name people randomly. If you didn’t have milk, you would dare to call yourself a mother?

"Okay, these are not the point, I'm leaving. If you don't have a place to go and are afraid, come with me."

After saying that, Zhang Zimin turned around and left.

The puppy hummed for a moment and sat on the ground again...

Zhang Zimin, who had walked a distance, turned around and said, "Are you here?"

Wangwang-

It seemed to have a little spiritual energy, and after screaming twice, it followed a little farther away.

But it was like a child and was timid. Zhang Zimin stopped and turned around and waited for it, and it stopped waiting, not daring to approach...

When they entered the supermarket, they all seemed very nervous and xenophobic. And they also had two strange faces, one man and one woman and two middle-aged people.

I always feel that the style of their mother and daughter is a bit strange, as if they have special charm to ordinary people. In addition, the weak really need to be protected by a group to a certain extent, and they really have breasts and are just mothers.

So after someone follows and the supermarket is occupied by them, it will definitely grow faster than other places.

To a certain extent, those who chose to join the supermarket team and join the group will naturally regard the things here as their own. These newcomers have no encounters with Zhang Zimin and lack a sense of identity, so it is not difficult to explain the expressions on their faces now.

Zhang Zimin followed him as usual.

"Rats and dogs cannot enter, why did you bring your dog in?"

The middle-aged man looked at the little treasure who was following behind him vigilantly.

Zhang Zimin said: "If you don't accept it, you'll catch it. You really don't have the strength to speak, right? There is no problem with the rules that rats and dogs are not allowed to enter, but the rules are your constitution, not rats and dogs. You need to implement them and then build credibility. Instead of saying to rats and dogs, "You can't come in" and calling the rules. If you set the rules but can't implement them, no one will believe you in the future."

"Why are you like this and how do you speak?"

The middle-aged man was very unhappy, so he didn't hand over the things he held in his hand.

Originally, Huang Hong ordered "treat the Doomsday Mailman" to "be kind to the Doomsday Mailman" whether he came to deliver the letter or not, he needed to enter the Doomsday Mailman for lunch. Even if he was not convinced, the middle-aged man prepared a bottle of Coke and a bag of chocolate sandwich cakes, but now he doesn't plan to give it to him.

Zhang Zimin didn't need to have lunch, but the things in his hands were the favorites of the little kids at the base, so he said, "You have taken them all, don't you hand them to me?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with disdain, and put the things back on the shelves, then stood by with a knife, looking like he didn't hear it.

It happened that a nice female voice came from the escalator: "Damin, it's not surprising that newcomers have some new ideas, come up."

It's Huang Hong's mother.

As a result, the middle-aged man looked at Huang Hong's mother with some brilliance in his eyes and said, "Hey, this guy doesn't understand the rules, he's a little..."

"Okay, say less, but you don't like to do anything. Before you come, he has been kind to this place." Xia Yuna waved to Zhang Zimin again: "Come up."

Zhang Zimin went up.

The middle-aged man seemed ashamed of the saying "You talk too much but don't like to do something", and he really went to catch the dog. He was approaching step by step, and the puppy looked a little confused and sat on the ground curiously. Maybe in its simple world, he felt that everyone had great people to talk to.

As a last resort, Zhang Zimin, who had already walked up the escalator, turned around and said, "What are you waiting for if you haven't run away? I've never seen such a stupid dog. How did you survive until today?"

Whoosh-

Xiaobao was really spiritual. He turned around and ran away. Before escaping from the supermarket, he decisively detoured, jumped up, stepped on the shoulders of a zombie in an off-air state, and took away a bag of ham.

The middle-aged man was really unhappy and pointed at Zhang Zimin and said, "You..."

"What's wrong with me?" Zhang Zimin spread his hands.

...

When Huang Hong's mother found a quiet occasion to talk alone, she became very direct, "Are you here to ask for supplies?"

Zhang Zimin had no choice but to nod, "It's not just us, but the entertainment city is also in short supply. In short, since the sudden heavy snow, it has been full of variables. The whole environment is very unfriendly to survivors and is no longer suitable for forcibly going out to collect supplies. I'll get some supplies, I hope you won't mind?"

Xia Yuna said: "I said I don't mind you believing it?"

"Of course it's impossible not to mind at all, but I'll come forward and get something you'll agree with, right?"

Zhang Zimin was also a little embarrassed. It was embarrassing. The current situation was no longer suitable to repeatedly emphasize in front of her that this place was public supplies.

Xia Yuna said: "You ask me to take it, of course there is no problem when I can't use it. But... you also know that just my words can't survive here and I can't manage so many things. But with other people joining, while strengthening their strength, it means that there are different voices and opinions. And these voices and opinions are also closely related to themselves."

After a pause, she continued: "To a certain extent, I can certainly have the final say, but it also depends on the situation. At least, if they are considering the interests of the team, as the leader, I cannot just do things based on my preferences."

Zhang Zimin was stunned, "Okay, since you have these cognitions, it can be regarded as their blessing. The blessing here means you are a person who can weigh, think, and be rational."

Xia Yuna smiled, "It's good that you understand me. No matter how much you want this time, as long as you have the ability to take it away, you can take it. But this time, I hope that when you come to get things again, there will be some things to exchange."

Zhang Zimin is thinking.

Xia Yuna said: "It doesn't need to be like this just for me, but I owe you not to this team. These survivors owe you, and I hope you can consider this. The so-called exchange may not be what I want, but if I want to have credibility, I must get something to make them feel that what I do refers to the interests of the team. Otherwise, taking your big people as an example, are you willing to follow the leader who does not consider the team?"

This woman is indeed a strange person in thinking. What this is said by Zhang Zimin is a bit unrefuted.

However, you can't just give in to her just because you have an opportunity.

As a last resort, Zhang Zimin mentioned a relatively sharp question to her for the first time: "You know this place does not belong to you, but to the public, right?"

Xia Yuna smiled and said, "I know this. In fact, we did not declare occupation, we have no ownership, but we just manage and maintain the supplies here. At the same time, we are part of the public. If no one manages here, the loss of supplies will be greater. Then, as long as I do not turn away the rest of the survivors who need food and fight in an armed manner, you can't say I'm wrong, right?"

Zhang Zimin said: "There is no problem with the general direction, and you can think about the details. But now I don't have time to talk about it, so I'm looking for common ground while reserving differences for the time being."

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Chapter completed!