I will plant a field in the last days

My aunt was dumbfounded: "There is not enough food for people now, how long will it take? Who is willing to buy your feed for poultry?"

The most difficult days of the apocalypse have just begun. It's almost time to boil the frog in warm water. There is always something exciting. Jingshu shook her head and said, "Wait until I notify you."

The uncle on the side grabbed the phone and said, "Jingshu, you can sell it whenever you say. Don't worry about your aunt, she doesn't understand. Goodbye."

After saying that, she hung up the phone hurriedly. Jingshu shrugged. She had changed a lot in this life. How could her uncle dare to be the master in his previous life? Now that I have confidence, things are different.

Unexpectedly, it had not been a few days, and her aunt couldn't help but called again. Jingshu thought she was going to talk about red thread worm feed again, but who would have thought that the voice on the other end of the phone was her aunt's voice: "Jingshu, come find you quickly." Mom, come here, Su Meimei committed suicide."

"Huh?" Jingshu on the other end of the phone was working with Zijin in the warm studio, making silk cotton bags in the last step of the process into shapes of different sizes to facilitate the production of silk quilts and silk clothes.

To be honest, Jingshu was surprised to have raised so many silkworms in more than half a year and stocked up so much silk that could be used to make clothes and quilts. However, after sorting it out with Zijin for more than half a month, they only found enough to make ten quilts and each person. A set of cotton-padded clothes. Jingshu wants to breed more and store more. These are all consumables. In the last days, wearing more is never too little.

I heard that my aunt’s daughter-in-law is going to have a baby. Jing Nai has been sewing diapers and small clothes for the baby recently using cotton grown at home. However, the weather is getting colder and the conditions in the countryside are not good. Jing Nai wants to do it. These cotton-padded quilts stuffed with silk can be used as both quilts and clothes.

So no, Jingshu and Zijin picked out all the scraps and stuffed them into small clothes to serve as quilt cores.

At this moment, the uncle actually called and said, Su Meimei committed suicide? This is not a worry for Su Meimei. Ever since she drove Su Meimei's father back to her hometown last year, Jingshu has never paid attention to Su Meimei. After all, a woman who cannot see her eyes and whose body is covered with thick water has turned over. I can’t afford how big the waves are coming.

"Are you dead?" Jing Shu asked calmly. After all, the person who killed her in the previous life couldn't just let go of something like hatred. It was a lifelong shadow.

At this moment, I heard my eldest aunt saying dissatisfiedly:

"She didn't die, but Su Meimei's husband Zhang Zhongyong called and said, let us bring Su Meimei back. Even if she wants to die, don't die there. It's very unlucky. Do you think it's irritating or not? What about Su Meimei? If they are not biological brothers and sisters, why should we take her back? Since we have severed the relationship, we should stop interacting with each other and forget about it. She is her wife anyway, so he can't ignore her. "

The uncle grabbed the phone again: "You can't say that. If she is really going to die, we must at least take one last look and collect her body. Jingshu, we'd better ask your mother to take a look."

Jingshu rapped her knuckles lightly. She had almost forgotten. Who were the accomplices in this group of people in the previous life? Su Meimei brought her husband Zhang Zhongyong, Zhang Zhongyong's mistress and his family, these people cannot be let go!

As for the culprit Su Meimei, it’s only been two years since the apocalypse and she can’t stand it anymore? At least enjoy the next days, Jingshu smiled like a devil.

"Okay, uncle, I understand. You guys wait in Xishan for a while, and we'll go take a look together."

After hanging up the phone, Jingshu asked Zijin to do it alone. She called Jing's mother and explained the situation. Jing's mother was silent for a long time before she said, "Hey, if he really dies, we will Let’s take the last journey.”

Otherwise, the dead are always more important than the living. No matter how many sins they committed before death, they will be slowly forgotten after death, but they will be lamented. Therefore, Su Meimei continues to live, which is good for everyone. The most important thing is Yes, you can continue to disgust Zhang Zhongyong.

Jing's father and Jing's mother both got off work early. Jingshu drove the Shark submarine to meet them. She turned to Xishan and picked up her uncle's family again. Under the guidance of her uncle, she drove towards Zhang Zhongyong's new house. Shark Of course Jingshu in the submarine knows the way.

After Su Meimei's home was flooded, she moved to a place with better conditions than Xishan, but much worse than Banana Community.

There is a special feature here known as the Venice Water City. Half of the houses were flooded, and the remaining high-rise buildings were still occupied. It was not flooded at first, but it rained heavily every day for ten months. This is not like a banana. The terrain of the community is high and can drain water. The first floor was flooded, but now it has spread to the fifth floor.

Not to mention that the water in the city center has receded, but the highest buildings are still not visible. It is said that the water level is still rising.

It stopped when the car drove nearby. The surrounding vehicles were all made of wooden boards swimming in the water. After parking the car, Jingshu had to pull the car twice to transport the person to place, and then climbed in through the window.

Zhang Zhongyong's own conditions are not bad, so he occupies a house alone. The door is wide open, and the crying inside is loud. Jing Shu knows as soon as she hears it that it belongs to Zhang Hanhan.

The family hurried over.

The house has two bedrooms and one living room, but there are a lot of people living there. Jingshu and his family squeezed in, making it even more crowded, and it was filled with a disgusting stench.

"Hey, finally someone is here. Take him back quickly. If you don't take him back, I really can't bear it." The woman put her hands on her hips and said impatiently with her orchid fingers raised.

My aunt was not happy when she heard this, "Who are you? Where is Zhang Zhongyong? Call him out. This person is her wife, why should we take her back?"

"Who am I? I am Zhang Zhongyong's current wife, who do you think I am?" The woman arrogantly pulled Zhang Hanhan, who was crying on the ground, "Take this money-losing guy back too, and work day by day." No, there are too many thieves to eat.”

Zhang Hanhan cried even louder and showed no reaction at all when he saw Jingshu's family coming. Compared to last year, he was a little chubby, but he was as thin as a bone in just one year.

"Tch, a mistress dares to speak out? Didn't Zhang Zhongyong say he would send you out? Why, do you still have the nerve to stay here?"

"you!"

The uncle stood up and said, "Stop arguing for now, let us see Su Meimei first."

The woman kicked Zhang Hanhan, "Why don't you lead me there quickly? Do you have to wait until your mother dies before you will be happy?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Zhang Hanhan cried while leading everyone to the toilet, where the stench came from.

Jing Shu followed, frowning, and saw Su Meimei lying crowded in the toilet. She couldn't believe it. This person changed too fast, didn't he? Why is it that in just one year, she is completely unrecognizable? Ahem, Jingshu suddenly felt that she didn’t hate her that much anymore.