Chapter 582

Seeing Zheng Ziwen mumbling, Ding Yongguo glared: "I told you to go, so go! Where do all these farts come from!"

"I, aren't we moving the bed?"

"I can handle this little thing myself. Go, go on! Be sharp, don't be annoying! Boss Zhang, feel free to work this guy as hard as you want. If the car breaks down, he can even push it back!"

Ding Yongguo pushed Zheng Ziwen, then nodded seriously at Zhang Su, not as if he were joking.

Zheng Ziwen looked at his uncle with an exaggerated expression. This was taking not treating him like a person too far, right?

"Old Ding, this trip involves zombies, it's not for fun. Ziwen is in one piece right now, but I can't guarantee he won't be missing arms or legs when we return. Be prepared for that."

Zhang Su felt it was necessary to tell Ding Yongguo, just in case something really happened.

"If it involves zombies, that's even better. Hurry up and take this kid to practice. As you young people say, he's too 'noob.' If he really gets 'noobed' to death, then so be it."

Ding Yongguo turned around and waved his hand, walking toward the bed frame. He said it very lightly, but he knew that following the Yama King, such a serious accident would definitely not happen.

"I'll get 'noobed' to death? Damn, what a joke... I, Uncle Zhang, take me, I'll do whatever you say!"

Zheng Ziwen's stubborn temper flared up. He clenched his fists and looked at Zhang Su, but in less than half a second, he didn't dare to meet the other's gaze and hurriedly shifted his eyes elsewhere, his expression exaggerated and flustered.

"Since your uncle is at ease, let's go."

Zhang Su didn't dawdle. When they first met, Zheng Ziwen had given him a terrible impression, but slowly, he didn't find him so annoying anymore. This kid seemed to be just a bit dense, but his heart wasn't bad.

Especially after having Wang Zhetao as a comparison, he actually felt a bit silly and honest.

"Don't call me Uncle, call me Brother Su like everyone else."

The two walked toward the parking lot together, Zhang Su said.

"Al, alright, Brother Su."

Zheng Ziwen nodded stiffly.

"What about your weapon? What do you usually use to fight zombies? Don't tell me you rely on your fists?"

Zhang Su turned his head to look at Zheng Ziwen.

"Use, use this..."

*Clang. *

Zheng Ziwen took a dagger from his waist, but due to excessive nervousness, he dropped it on the ground. This was even more embarrassing.

There was no help for it; along the way, people were greeting Zhang Su and then looking at him with curious eyes, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Including a group of people standing in the corner, pairs of eyes were all watching him...

"I can tell it's your uncle's handiwork, but it's a bit dull. It needs sharpening!"

Zhang Su stepped on it with a deft motion, then flicked his toe, catching the dagger in his hand. He examined it briefly and returned it to Zheng Ziwen.

"I sharpened it a while ago, but haven't had time recently..."

Zheng Ziwen took the dagger awkwardly and hurriedly put it back in its sheath.

"Old Jia, catch." Seeing Jia Shiqin guarding the box truck with the fire-breathing zombie, Zhang Su tossed half a pack of cigarettes over.

Jia Shiqin reached out and caught the cigarette pack, asking with a smile: "Brother Zhang, what are you busy with? Do you need my help?"

"Nothing, just taking him out for a stroll. You stay here."

"Wait a second, Brother Zhang!"

Seeing Zhang Su about to leave, Jia Shiqin hurriedly stepped forward two steps, signaled to the side, and said: "A word in private?"

"See that Land Cruiser FJ? Go wait for me there."

Zhang Su sent Zheng Ziwen away, then looked at Jia Shiqin: "What's up? Old Jia."

"It's like this... the zombies used for the generator are gone, and now there are no zombies in the camp that can run. Look at this matter..."

Jia Shiqin rubbed his hands in a dilemma. The generator was related to the electricity for the entire Tianmayu. After the ox-horse zombies were gone, combined with the recent consecutive cloudy days, Tianmayu's energy storage was already in an emergency.

"My oversight!"

Zhang Su slapped his forehead. He saw everything clearly everywhere else, but hadn't noticed that almost everyone had no lights on...

"Fine, I'll handle the zombie matter, don't you worry about it."

Zhang Su patted Jia Shiqin on the shoulder and said: "However, in the future, we need to build a few more similar generators. You know about the population issue; energy needs to keep up."

He had originally planned to go to the development zone to bring back thermal power equipment, but plans couldn't keep up with changes, and in the end, he could only rely on himself for food and clothing.

"That's easy. I've checked with Brother Yu; among the many brothers who came, there are practitioners in related fields. They can all help when the time comes!"

Jia Shiqin worked conscientiously and never slacked off when fighting, but he rarely spoke in the camp and had a very low presence, yet he never forgot his duties.

"Then that's it, thank you for your hard work, I'm leaving now."

Zhang Su said, walking toward the Land Cruiser FJ.

"Hey, stop daydreaming, go prepare some things."

Since they were going to catch zombies, they definitely needed some tools. Zhang Su called Zheng Ziwen to join him, and they scavenged a reinforced anti-riot fork, some hemp rope, and several sacks from the camp.

During this time, whatever Zhang Su told Zheng Ziwen to get, he got, without asking, just working quietly.

"Can you drive?"

After Zheng Ziwen put the things in the trunk, Zhang Su pointed to the driver's seat and asked.

"I can, but I haven't driven much."

Zheng Ziwen didn't boast. He had a driver's license, but after leaving driving school, he had basically never touched a four-wheeled motor vehicle.

"As long as you can, I'll give directions, you drive."

Saying this, Zhang Su sat in the passenger seat very comfortably, enjoying a rare moment of leisure. He suddenly felt that having a little helper to order around was really nice.

Many people watched the Land Cruiser FJ slowly leave the camp, not taking it to heart. In Tianmayu, Zhang Su didn't need to explain to anyone what he was doing, but a few individuals still had thoughts in their hearts.

"Dad, Brother Zhang took that man who was with Old Ding and drove away."

Wang Zhetao said in a low voice in Wang Guangjun's ear.

"Oh, then he must have something to do."

Wang Guangjun replied coldly, completely missing the point his son was concerned about.

"No... Dad, why are you so calm!"

Wang Zhetao was anxious and leaned closer: "That Uncle Ding is an acquaintance of Brother Zhang, and you are an acquaintance too. Look, they are already living in the courtyard, and that's his child or some relative, all going out to work with Brother Zhang. Look at us, this, this isn't good, right?"

"Little Wang!"

Before Wang Guangjun could speak, Hu Yongan responded first. He nudged Wang Zhetao's calf with his toe and said meaningfully: "Take your Uncle Hu's advice, be content with your lot, don't stir up trouble!"

Wang Guangjun couldn't hear Hu Yongan's words. He spoke on the other side of Wang Zhetao: "What are you thinking about all day? Did studying make your brain stupid? Whatever Brother Zhang arranges is his business. Is it your turn to criticize? We should just stay here properly. Did the food and drink just now treat you badly?"

"No..."

Wang Zhetao didn't expect a pincer attack of criticism and immediately felt discouraged: "I was just considering everyone... fine, fine, I won't say anything... anymore!"

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly saw a girl passing by not far away, wearing a light blue down jacket, a pom-pom hat on her head, and her little face was rosy. In that instant, he was stunned.

He hadn't seen such a youthful and cute girl in several months; the enchanting big sisters in the Pleasure Den didn't count...

Wang Zhetao's gaze followed the girl. He saw her chatting and laughing with the uncle guarding the junk box truck, and then she ran toward the homestay, like a beautiful butterfly on the ice and snow, both beautiful and full of vitality.

(End of chapter)