Chapter 595

"No, you guys just stare, I can't even eat well. Help me entertain..."

After receiving a few more people, Zhang Su said helplessly, picking up a piece of luncheon meat and stuffing it into his mouth, muttering: "Tell them not to come anymore!"

Yu Wen laughed and said: "Mr. Zhang, that's not appropriate. Everyone wants to express their gratitude. If you had explained it from the beginning, it would be fine, but notifying them halfway through that toasting is not allowed will only make those waiting in the back sad."

When it was harmless, everyone liked to joke with Zhang Su.

"I can't even eat my own meal, and I still have to worry about whether they are sad..." Zhang Su smiled helplessly.

"Hehehe, no one can replace this kind of thing. Look, someone's coming again. Wow, it's a little loli!"

Zheng Xinyu watched the fun happily; she was eating the most heartily.

Zhang Su tilted his head and looked. Sure enough, he saw a little girl walking over led by a woman. Behind the woman followed a half-grown boy with good spirits.

The little girl was about eight or nine years old, her face very clean. It was clear she had been specially washed in the afternoon, but her skin was very bad. In a dry and cold environment, ordinary skincare products couldn't protect it, especially skin as tender as hers. Many places were frozen red and peeling, but this couldn't hide the light in her eyes.

"Uncle, Auntie Ping said you saved us. Thank you, here's candy for you to eat, Uncle."

As she spoke, the little girl stretched her tightly clenched fist toward Zhang Su.

"Thank you, King of Hell, for saving our lives. I also have a gift for you."

The boy behind walked to the girl's side, pinching a wrinkled chocolate with both hands—hazelnut flavor.

Zhang Su focused his gaze on the boy. He was a half-grown boy of thirteen or fourteen. If it weren't for this disaster, he should be in his second year of junior high school. His cheeks were also washed very clean, his skin was better than the little girl's, and his clothes were more exquisite than the little girl's.

Seeing Zhang Su's gaze lingering on the two children, Peng Xiuping understood his focus very cleverly and hurriedly opened her mouth: "Brother Zhang, we will never forget your life-saving grace. Please accept the children's intentions. Our future life still depends on you."

Zhang Su looked at Peng Xiuping. After thinking for a moment, he had already detected the problem. To verify his speculation, he asked: "Big sister, these two children shouldn't be your biological children, right?"

Peng Xiuping looked to be in her forties, wearing a very fashionable beret, with messy hair sticking out from under the brim. Hearing Zhang Su's question, she brushed her hair, and a look of determination appeared on her face.

"Brother Zhang is right. The little girl is called Yu Ziyan, and the little man is called Zhang Hanshuo. We met in the Le Gou Mall. They lost their families, and I lost my child, so we just live together and depend on each other for survival."

Zhang Su's eyebrows lifted slightly. The boy was dressed cleanly and neatly, either having changed into a suit when they left Le Gou Mall or having changed after arriving at the village in the afternoon. The girl was wearing an old, tattered padded jacket, and there was a gap in the complexion of the two children. Reflecting the firelight, others couldn't see it clearly, but he could see it at a glance.

It could be seen that Peng Xiuping was somewhat biased toward boys.

However, it wasn't his place to manage this kind of thing. He smiled and patted the heads of the two children, took the chocolate from Zhang Hanshuo, and then put his hand under Yu Ziyan's fist.

Yu Ziyan loosened her fist with joy, and two wrinkled White Rabbit creamy candies fell into his large palm.

"Little sister is really thoughtful. This candy must be very sweet. Sister here also has something delicious, take it back and eat it slowly."

Seeing that Zhang Su was willing to accept the things sent by the children, Zhong Xiaoshan felt relieved to greet the little girl and gave her three packs of daily nuts.

Beside him, Zhang Hanshuo saw the girl receive a gift, and a faint disappointment appeared on his face. However, very quickly, a pack of Yuxi appeared in front of him. "Uncle accepted your gift, but Uncle doesn't have anything delicious here. You take this. It's not for you to smoke, but you can take it to trade for things you like with other brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts. Do you understand?"

Zhang Su wouldn't go against Peng Xiuping just because she was biased toward boys. The little boy's gratitude to him was very sincere, with a look of worship in his eyes, and he didn't want to let the little boy be disappointed.

"Understood, thank you, King of Hell!"

"Thank you, beautiful sister, thank you, Uncle Zhang!"

After the two children thanked him, Peng Xiuping took them away.

Immediately following, another group of people walked up...

Zhang Su originally intended to continue perfunctorily, but looking closely, it was the reserve team led by Yang Liehuo, which everyone called the Women's Army. In fact, there were men in the team, just not many. And Liu Lan, whom Qiu Hui mentioned, was among them.

"Brother Zhang, all members of the reserve team pay their respects. We wish Tianma Island to get better and better under your leadership!"

Yang Liehuo led the team, his attitude enthusiastic, his face glowing.

"Everyone will also get better and better in the future. Hurry back and eat."

Zhang Su's gaze swept across every face. He didn't pay special attention to Liu Lan, but most of his attention was on her. He didn't detect any abnormality. Thinking about it, even if she had thoughts, she wouldn't express them on such an occasion.

A banquet lasted for two full hours from start to finish. Even the combat personnel on sentry duty around took turns eating hot and spicy hot pot. But Zhang Su didn't eat well. There was no way; people were too enthusiastic. Of course, besides enthusiasm, they also had their own little thoughts.

It's just that they didn't understand that Zhang Su didn't have the energy to manage their lives at all. These things would be handed over to others to handle.

The liveliness under Tianma Island continued. The atmosphere of the entire camp celebrating together was an extremely rare behavior in the world. Most survivor camps were hovering on the edge of life and death.

Facing zombies that had been strengthened again, many camps showed various deficiencies and shortcomings. The fragility of humans without the protection of powerful thermal weapons was exposed again.

The northern suburbs of Qincheng were full of joy, while the situation in the south of Qincheng was not optimistic. Activities between survivor camps were very frequent—annihilation, fleeing, merging.

The only survivor force in the Shanhai District, the Dragon Head Camp, was currently relying on the majesty of the ancient city wall to fight fiercely against the zombie horde coming from outside the pass...

Of course, there were disturbances during the hot pot banquet. Hundreds of people gathered together, which would inevitably attract zombies. Fortunately, the number wasn't large. There were three waves in total, the largest being only seven or eight, which couldn't break through the defense of the combat personnel at all.

Such a peaceful environment was inseparable from the great battle a few days ago. Today, zombies within a few kilometers of Tianma Island were very scarce, which could be counted as a pure land. Of course, this was only temporary.

Time passed bit by bit. There was no banquet that didn't end. At 10:30 in the evening, clusters of bonfires went out one by one. Only the big bonfire at the street corner was still burning fiercely. People calmed down from the lively atmosphere.

The banquet ended, and everyone returned home. The cleaning and tidying work was left to the next day. On the lively main street of Village No. 1, the figures became sparse.

(End of chapter)