Chapter 593

"Can't drink alcohol, but everyone can have a pack of cigarettes!"

Over at Village No. 1, a group of people surrounded Zhao Dezhu, waiting to hear the news. When they heard they couldn't drink alcohol, they wailed collectively, but when they learned that everyone could get a pack of cigarettes for free, they were happy again.

If you smoke sparingly, a pack of cigarettes can last five or six days, or even seven or eight days, while a small drink can only make you tipsy for a while. Even if you get dead drunk, it's only for one night. Compared to having cigarettes to smoke for seven or eight days, everyone naturally knew what was appropriate.

"Oh, big brother, it's fine, you go ahead."

Ending the call, Zhang Su put away the walkie-talkie and looked at the zombie corpse.

"Old Xie, it's getting late. Pack up and get ready to eat. I'll take these bones and find someone to study how to make them into weapons. Do you still need to keep one for research?"

Zhang Su said while starting to dismantle bones from the zombie corpse. He wanted to hand them to Ding Yongguo to handle; perhaps he would have a way.

Xie Yanshan shook his head and said: "Mr. Zhang, you take them all away. But it's best to leave one unused. Wait until the equipment is complete in the future, and then we'll take it out for research."

The implication was that the current conditions were too rudimentary, and they couldn't do anything.

"By the way, this is for you."

After Zhang Su finished packing the bones, he took out a white wax pill for Xie Yanshan and exhorted: "Study the ingredients inside properly, but don't learn from Dr. Fu and 'taste a hundred herbs.' That damn well won't do!"

Xie Yanshan pinched the wax pill in his hand and smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Zhang is too kind. Not everyone has Weijun's spirit. I am still very cautious and very afraid of death..."

A few minutes later, Zhang Su walked out of Cuileng Pavilion carrying a bag of bones. On the way back, he passed the place where Xie Guangfa and the other two were detained. He listened and actually heard several snores, so he couldn't help but curl his lips.

Having food and drink and being safe, even if their hands and feet were bound, was much better than being on the run. At least they could sleep peacefully. He wasn't in a hurry to release these few people and planned to lock them up for a few days. It was just restricting their freedom without other punishments, which wouldn't breed hatred, equivalent to giving them time to calm down and think.

"Hey, haven't you gone down yet?"

Zhang Su returned to Little Lucky carrying the clattering bag and saw Zhong Xiaoshan walking downstairs.

"Coming back to get cigarettes, my big brother..." Zhong Xiaoshan held her forehead, a bit speechless: "The boss gave an order for everyone to have a pack of cigarettes. These cigarettes can't just fly in front of everyone."

Cigarettes and alcohol were very important materials, stored in a special warehouse. Only two people in the entire camp had keys: Zhang Su and Zhong Xiaoshan.

"Cigarettes are better than alcohol. But you can't handle more than seventy cartons. Wait for me to send these things up, and I'll go with you."

Zhang Su said and prepared to walk upstairs.

"Wait a moment."

In the moment they passed each other, Zhong Xiaoshan noticed what Zhang Su was carrying and couldn't help but have a strange expression: "Why did you bring this thing home?"

She wasn't afraid of human bones, but wouldn't it be a bit strange to bring them back to their residence? Zhang Su made a "hush" gesture to Zhong Xiaoshan, then pointed toward the warehouse: "You go wait for me."

Seeing this, Zhong Xiaoshan didn't ask any more questions and walked toward the electric scooter, saying: "You go ahead, cigarettes aren't heavy. I can pull them over with the electric scooter. Everything is almost ready. You go quickly, everyone is waiting for you."

"Alright, I'll go after I put these things away."

"By the way!"

Zhong Xiaoshan called Zhang Su again, leaned close, and said: "Don't forget Brother Wang and the others."

"Right!"

Zhang Su nodded heavily, looked at where the Niuyazi people were sitting across the wall, smiled embarrassedly, and said: "I know. Fine, you go, be careful on the road."

Tianma Island could never be left unguarded. Even if Village No. 1 was holding a lively party, there were still people on duty at the posts that needed to be manned.

After Zhang Su put the things back in the room, he first went to the monitoring room to comfort Wang Xin and Zhang Ya, the couple. The two were enjoying the sweetness of love and didn't care about the spiciness of the hot pot. They were snuggled in the monitoring room, eating snacks and whispering sweet nothings while staring at the display screen, having a great time.

Walking to the parking lot, Zhang Su saw that the cattle and horse zombies not far away had already been put to work, and the generator was running again, humming and humming.

"Brother Zhang, this batch of zombies is really something. Two are actually better than four, haha." Seeing Zhang Su, Jia Shiqin walked up to chat. He had been guarding the box truck and had taken the time to fix the generator. Because the number of zombies had decreased from four to two, some adjustments needed to be made in terms of stability, but it wasn't difficult.

"You've worked hard, Old Jia. You get in the car first, we're ready to go to the village."

Zhang Su pointed to the box truck.

"Ah? Oh, okay!"

Jia Shiqin was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Zhang Su to take the fire-breathing zombie to Village No. 1. He thought gratefully that it must be because he didn't want to see him guarding here all alone.

The sky was pitch black, and there were no stars in the night sky. The parking lot was pitch black. Although the generator was running, the lighting hadn't been turned on. A red glow reflected in the sky in the direction of Village No. 1. If you listened carefully, you could hear some happy sounds, at least Zhang Su could hear them.

The twenty-plus people from Niuyazi were still sitting honestly in the corner. On one side were hundreds of lively people, and on the other were twenty-plus people shrouded in darkness. In contrast, it looked especially desolate. If it weren't for the box truck of the fire-breathing zombie radiating heat not far away, these people would definitely be shivering from the cold, even worse than they were now.

"Old Wang, Old Hu."

Walking close, Zhang Su's voice rang out, startling the Niuyazi crowd. Many were dozing off, but they instantly became energetic and hurriedly helped each other stand up.

"Greetings, King of Hell."

"Good evening, Brother Zhang..."

A series of greetings rang out.

"Brother Zhang, why haven't you gone to eat yet?"

Wang Guangjun learned about the hot pot banquet from his companions and thought that everyone on Tianma Island had gone to eat. He was very surprised to find that the leader hadn't gone yet.

Clap, clap.

Zhang Su patted Wang Guangjun's shoulder and smiled: "I've tied you here as a matter of routine, how could I eat with peace of mind?"

As he spoke, he untied the rope for Wang Guangjun, and then started untying Hu Yongan. He didn't feel any resentment from these people's emotions, which was very rare.

Although as refugees coming to ask for help, they shouldn't have any complaints, but they also had to be able to do it. The test of human nature should be stopped in moderation; there was no need to force people into a corner.

Very nimbly, everyone untied each other. All twenty-plus people regained their freedom, and the oppressive atmosphere relaxed.

"Brother Zhang! If there's anything you need in the future, just order us. I know a lot, and I definitely won't let you down!"

Wang Zhetao stood in front of Zhang Su like a little soldier, chest out and head high, saying.

Zhang Su thought to himself that this kid was too eager to progress, but on second thought, he sensed that the other party's words seemed a bit wrong. This guy didn't mention Zheng Ziwen in every sentence, but was he talking about Zheng Ziwen in every sentence?

The answer wasn't hard to figure out. There must have been a conversation between these two. This behavior further deepened Zhang Su's understanding of Wang Zhetao.

"Knowing a lot is great! Well, there's a seat prepared for everyone at this welcome banquet tonight. Do you know the way down the mountain into the village?"

Zhang Su responded to Wang Zhetao lightly, put his arm around Wang Guangjun's shoulder, and asked everyone with a smile.

"We know, we know."

"So grateful."

"Thank you, King of Hell."

Hearing that they could actually sit at the table and eat, the Niuyazi crowd was overjoyed. This was an unexpected surprise, and there was another round of thanks.

(End of chapter)