Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 393: Raising a Child in the End of the World and Killing Zombies 7

My grandma's house is very big, except for the two rooms on the east and west sides, because it is next to the road.

There are also three rooms facing the street.

When my grandfather was still alive, that place sold agricultural machinery parts. When he was young, he was a car mechanic and could fix simple vehicle problems himself.

After he returned from the army and married my grandmother, he opened this farm machinery repair shop.

He can repair any tractor or bicycle in the village.

After Sirong's mother was born, grandma's milk supply became less, so the family raised a few more sheep.

After my grandfather passed away, my grandmother sold the agricultural machinery parts to a newly opened auto repair shop in the same village, and the room became empty.

The house was very clean, even though no one had lived there for a long time.

The room is very damp, so I need to light the stove and dry it out for a few days.

The problem now is that those rooms can be used for living, but the safety index is not very high.

The three houses had doors at the front and back, and several windows facing the street.

Walking through the hall from the room to the back is my grandma's yard, which is a very large one.

There is enough space to park two large trucks.

There is a gate on the side that allows you to drive directly into the yard. When my grandfather was around, he could let them drive their cars into the yard for repairs.

Further in, they will find the rooms where they live.

There are two large rooms, east and west, with two large kangs.

Tonight, the seven people in the family were divided into two groups, men and women, and lived in the east and west rooms respectively.

Sirong and Muchen discussed in their minds that if they could convince the village chief tomorrow, they would unite the entire village to fight against the zombies.

Then there is no need to renovate grandma’s house.

If the village chief can't persuade them, they will have to consider the renovation of the air-raid shelter that grandma mentioned.

The villagers all get up early in the morning. Sirong and Sister Liu agreed to hand over the nail salon at 10 o'clock in the morning.

Let’s go find the village chief with grandma first, there’s still time.

When I followed my grandma to the village chief's house, they were having breakfast.

After asking grandma to let them have a bite, but she refused, the village chief quickly ate a few mouthfuls and took the two of them to the guest room of their house.

This is the case with everyone in the village. When they have something to do, they can't wait until working hours and often go to the village chief's house.

They also specially arranged a room in their home for the village chief to receive villagers.

"Hello, village chief!" Sirong greeted him obediently.

"Why did the homesick girl come back?" asked the old village chief with a smile.

"I miss my grandma, so I came back to stay with her for a while." Sirong said with a smile.

The old village chief is about the same age as Sirong’s grandmother and the others, but he is younger and of the same generation as Sirong’s mother and the others.

After listening to Sirong's talk about zombies and viruses, the old village chief was also a little confused.

He usually keeps up with the times.

When he has nothing to do, he watches short videos, for fear that someone will say he is an old-fashioned person.

But what Sirong and the others said was indeed too far away from their lives.

If you say there is a new virus, he will understand.

But you said that after being infected, it will tear and bite people with great strength. This old man doesn’t understand!

Why are you going to his house to play with Mundi so early in the morning?

"Uncle village chief, I know you don't believe it. Why don't we call Brother Chengcai over? He will definitely understand." Sirong suggested.

The village chief's surname was Li, and his youngest son, Li Chengcai, was five years older than Sirong. He had attended university and was now a village official. As expected, upon his arrival, Li Chengcai immediately understood the seriousness of the situation.

"Rongrong, is what you said true?"

"Really, I wouldn't joke about this kind of thing. Besides, there's no need for me to do so."

Li Chengcai nodded in understanding.

He turned around and exchanged glances with the old village chief: "Dad, if what Rongrong said is true, we really need to take it seriously."

While Sirong was talking to Li Chengcai, Sirong had already used her mobile phone to find a video clip of a zombie movie and showed it to the old village chief.

"How can we take it seriously? Can the things shown in these movies really happen in real life?"

It’s no wonder the old village chief didn’t believe it, it was really too fake.

If you say there's a new virus, everyone will be too sick to get up. Thaksin.

But this is something that everyone has imagined.

What’s the difference between this and making him believe that ghosts exist in the world?

He is a staunch atheist.

"Dad, I really can't say."

"Don't worry about how hard it is to accept. Let's just say it's an infectious disease. If a large number of people fall ill, will you do anything about it?"

"The difference is that they spread through person-to-person transmission, which is no different from asking everyone to wear masks in previous years to prevent droplet infection."

"You never know who will get sick. If they do, it'll spread to a whole bunch of people. We're all from the same village, can you really just ignore it?"

"Of course I have to take care of it. Even if I'm not the village chief, I've lived in this village my whole life. How can I just stand by and watch?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying. Rongrong came to tell us this so that we can prepare in advance. If it really happens, we might be caught off guard and unable to cope."

"It's not certain that the higher-ups can react so quickly. By the time they take us into consideration, the situation may already be very serious."

Sirong didn't say that she and Muchen had already sent the information to the country.

Sirong's posts on various forums were relatively obscure. Muchen's message to the nation contained everything they knew about zombies, without hiding anything.

Li Chengcai called his father aside, and the two of them discussed it in whispers.

In a word, it is better to believe it.

If this is just a rumor, they just need to put in more effort and go through all the things like the mask-covering period and the village lockdown again.

I would also like to inform everyone to stock up on food and medicine and run more errands.

If this kind of thing happened somewhere else, it would be very troublesome to implement.

But where is this place?

Northeast China!

It is summer now and autumn is coming soon.

The villagers mainly grow rice, soybeans and potatoes.

During the food control in the past few years, people in some big cities could not get enough vegetables, but their village was not affected at all.

They are mainly summer dishes, which come in large waves.

Every household has a vegetable garden, and vegetables grow one after another in the summer.

Who doesn’t find ways to store leftover beans, eggplants, and corn?

Blanched and frozen bean sticks, dried radish strips, pickled cabbage lumps, and hazel mushrooms and wood ear mushrooms picked on rainy days... Just grab a handful and soak them, and it will be a delicious dish.

I just don’t know how long this autumn will last.

It would be perfect if there could be a light snowfall before the zombie outbreak.

"Now I'm just hoping for a light snowfall before anything happens," Li Chengcai muttered, looking out the window. "As long as there's a light layer of snow, the whole village will have everything they need for the winter."

The old village chief stroked his chin and thought: put the frozen autumn pears in the cellar, pickle a few large jars of sauerkraut, and put the squash and potatoes in the cellar... These are all skills passed down from generation to generation.

You don’t have to worry about food and drink this winter.