Liu Yan walked into the farm. There were four three-story buildings here. Each building was equipped with a simple wind turbine. In the evening, Yu Ma started cooking and smoke was rising. They had almost never eaten a cooked meal these days.

In the cafeteria, Yu Ma served the meal. Liu Yan glanced at him and found that there were nearly a hundred more people, including men and women, and there were more women than men.

"I'm still afraid that the marking will not work." Hu Jue said: "I can't sleep for a day, but fortunately you have found it."

Meng Feng squirted out a mouthful of rice and asked, "Tag?"

Deng Changhedao: "Didn't you come here according to the mark?"

Zhang Min said blankly: "No...is it covered by the wind and snow? Where did you mark it?"

Hu Jue said laughing and crying: "We passed Hanzhong along the way and walked in Baoji. All the signs were written with Mongolian characters and arrows were drawn to let you go northwest..."

"I'm cheating!" Meng Feng roared in grief and angrily: "We are walking on the east side of Xi'an! National Highway 108! Cassia! Your magic trick is unreliable to guide you, hey!"

Everyone burst into laughter, and Liu Yan shook his head helplessly.

"Thank you for the Lord Jesus' guidance." Wu Weiguang said: "I found it in the end."

Liu Yan nodded, and Hu Jue said, "I can finally take off the burden and leave it to you."

Liu Yan was not humble and said, "There are still many places to help you in the future."

Hu Jue nodded and smiled, "I won't refuse."

Meng Feng and Liu Yan were very familiar with the people rescued in the shelter, and they were excited that day, while Hu Jue rescued 117 people from Yan'an did not know them at all.

Meng Feng and Zhang Min had dinner, went to talk to the new refugees one by one, test them, and form them.

Liu Yan took over the distribution map and resources of the entire farm, as well as the list of personnel, and convened everyone to hold a meeting. Everything was taken for granted, without Lin Musen's time and calculations, nor any conflict of ideas.

The new map mode for strategy development is turned on and the game begins.

After their meeting in the second floor hall of the farmer, Liu Yan integrated everyone's opinions, recorded the members' specialties in detail, and began to plan the secondary construction.

This time it was finally completely safe, regardless of the time, place or people.

Time is undoubtedly the biggest factor, and the cold will last for a long time.

Location: The farmhouse is located in the most secluded place of Taihang Mountains, and is not a must-pass route between north and south and east. Unless zombies cross mountains and ridges, the possibility of attack here is only small.

The migration path of the zombies is still unclear. Whether it is a southward or a migratory bird-like spring, I will not come here specifically to visit here.

The farm faces east of Xi'an, west of Tianshui, and northwest of Lanzhou. There is a gas station ten kilometers away, and there are many villages around it, but they are all small towns inhabited by less than a hundred people.

Renhe: Lin Musen's gang management model has finally ended, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although this zombie tide will end, maybe tomorrow, or maybe thirty years later, the road ahead may be long and cruel, as long as you hold the heart of trusting each other, everything will gradually improve.

In the evening, Liu Yan packed the order and handed it to Hu Jue, saying, "I will leave it to you. I am not suitable for management, I can only tinker with some gadgets. Thank you for your hard work."

Hu Jue is ten years older than Liu Yan. He looks like a polite elder brother, but he has never been a polite elder brother. He smiled and took the order to arrange it. Liu Yan opened the curtains in the study and it started to snow outside. Cassin and a few children were having snowball fights. Zhang Min and Meng Feng each led a team of people to talk.

He will live here from tomorrow. The two rooms on the third floor have been cleaned and are reserved specifically for them.

The door knocked, Liu Yan turned around, and Wu Weiguang pushed the door and came in.

Liu Yan said: "Pastor, how is your missionary mission going?"

Wu Weiguang replied: "I am not here to preach to you, but if you have the idea of ​​converting to the Lord, I am willing to show you a way."

Liu Yan said: "Forget it, I don't have this idea at the moment. Why?"

Wu Weiguang seemed a little difficult to speak, and thought for a minute, saying, "It will be Christmas in a few days."

Liu Yan thought for a while and joked: "Meng Feng is very... he doesn't like this festival. But I promise he won't interfere with you."

Wu Weiguang rubbed his nose, laughed, and said, "Please go around, I think they have a lot to say to you."

Liu Yan said happily: "Well, I'm planning to do this."

Everyone came back at dusk. It was a fulfilling and busy day. Meng Feng wore finger-exposed gloves and fully equipped with military uniforms to explain the defensive arrangements here with a dozen men in the restaurant. These people were the team leader he temporarily selected.

Zhang Min hugged Cassia, crossed her long legs, and occasionally expressed her opinions.

"It's just that for the time being." Meng Feng said: "Our plan also needs to cooperate with the gadgets that Liu Yan fiddled out to start the detailed arrangement. Everyone just need to have some ideas in advance..." He glanced out of the corner of his eyes and asked casually: "Discondon first and prepare for supper."

There is a dilapidated corridor next to the restaurant, leading to the communal lounge in the middle. Behind the lounge is a chess and card room, four long small buildings surrounded by the central pool, garden and rockery.

"The former owner here was a elegant man." Liu Yan held Meng Feng's little finger, swaying lazily, and smiled: "Landscape paintings, bamboo, look."

Zhang Min and Cassin held hands and walked staggeringly behind. Zhang Min said, "Well, there is a bamboo forest."

Meng Feng said: "You can raise a few pandas here in the future. Liu Yan used to like pandas."

Liu Yan: "..."

Zhang Min smiled and said, "It's just my wish, Cassia also likes pandas."

Cassia: "In a few days it will be Christmas? Are there any gifts? Pandas are gifts?"

Meng Feng: "Oh, forget it, what's the best thing about that kind of foreign festival? Don't forget the things of our ancestors..."

Liu Yan: "What does celebrating Christmas have to do with forgetting about the things of our ancestors? Don't change your concepts."

Cassia: "That's..."

Meng Feng: "Anyway, I don't care about foreign devils at all. I don't know Jesus, nor do I know Jesus' fucking, huh?"

Zhang Min: "Hmmmm, huhhhh?"

Liu Yan: "You were just scolded because you were late for the holiday with me that winter, so you took your anger to Jesus..."

Meng Feng: "How many times have you told you that the train is late? Is it easy for me to take a leave? I came back from thousands of miles to celebrate a foreign devil festival with you. I braved the danger of rear-end collision, overturning, derailing, and being destroyed by scumbags from the Ministry of Railways. I took the high-speed train back to the bus. I met you at 6 pm and took the bus back at 10 pm. It was only four hours, and it depends on your face..."

Cassia: "Meow Meow Meow..."

Zhang Min: "Wow, wool!"

Liu Yan: "Sergeant Meng Feng! Don't force me to reveal your true feelings! I waited for you in the cold wind of the station for ten hours. It was obviously you who dozed off in the car and sat on the station..."

Meng Feng: "Ah! The lights are very bright here! Is there a camera?"

Zhang Min: "Let's go over there and take a look."

Cassia: "I'll go find a camera."

Zhang Min and Cassin pretended, danced a few dance steps, and walked away with a swaying look.

The electricity is not enough, but the basic lighting and facilities are sufficient. The previous owner of the farmhouse has taken care of the place very well, and there are batteries to prevent power outages.

Today, when Liu Yan and the others came back, the hall was brightly lit, and Elvis's "" slowly came from the side hall, and there was an indescribable romance flowing in the music.

"I'm just... too excited for two consecutive days." Meng Feng said regretfully: "I thought of coming back to see you, and I couldn't sleep for 48 hours... so I was in the car..."

Liu Yan: "Isn't it over long ago? Why don't you do it if you want to be face-saving? Is it difficult to admit that you love me so much? It's not too embarrassing, and you won't lose a piece of meat, why not do it?"

Meng Feng was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and he wanted to press Liu Yan to beat him up.

Wen Qige stood quietly outside the chess and card room. He was tall, dressed in a field military uniform, and had a serious and awe-inspiring face.

Liu Yan glanced at Wen Qige. He seemed to be waiting for someone here. His eyes were touching Liu Yan. Meng Feng immediately turned away. Meng Feng said, "This kid is doing a good job. They said that he killed many zombies along the way, asked Deng Changhe to protect others in the car, and went down alone to open the road... He also brought people to save more than 100 people rescued from Yan'an and Xi'an in the back."

Liu Yan whispered: "I'll go talk to him?"

Wen Qige said, "Liu Yan, you are back."

Liu Yan nodded, looked to the side, Meng Feng took off his hat and smoked on the sofa, Liu Yan said, "I heard you are doing a good job."

Wen Qige said: "How is the one who is locked up...he is doing? Have you seen it before leaving?"

After a brief confusion, Liu Yan remembered the person who died indirectly among the singers in the shelter.

"Yeah." Liu Yan lied and said, "We left the last time. Meng Feng opened the lock, released him, and joined the army that moved south with their new zombies."

Wen Qige's expression was a little looser, but there was still sadness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Liu Yan finally understood that the people Wen Qige was waiting here were them.

Wen Qige said: "I want to show you something, but I don't know how to decide..."

Liu Yan turned around and said, "The head of the family!"

Meng Feng smiled and stood up, put it on Liu Yan's shoulder, Wen Qige glanced at them and said, "Come here."

His expression seemed difficult to make a decision. He didn't speak along the way, so he took them to the second floor. The easternmost corridor of the resort was very damp, with the floor and walls with a moldy spot, cold and desolate.

Meng Feng took a look at the end of the corridor and everyone lived in the west building, and there was no place to be arranged in the east building.

Wen Qige took out a bunch of keys, opened the door of 217, and took them in.

There was no electricity in the dark and damp room. Lin Musen was lying on the bed. He was covered with a thin blanket, his feet were cut off at knees, and there were traces of blood on the bed sheets.

The room was very smelly, but it looked like someone came to clean it from time to time. A few wild flowers were inserted in the glass vase on the bedside table.

Lin Musen was dying. He was lying on the bed and breathing slowly as if asthma, his chest slumped like a bellows.

Wen Qige said: "When we found him, his feet were pressed under the armored vehicle."

Liu Yan nodded and said, "I'm still wondering when do you plan to tell me about this."

Meng Feng frowned and said, "How do you know he is still alive?"

Liu Yan smiled: "The wind turbine was designed by Tang Yichuan. He did not ask about the whereabouts of his sister, it proved that she had been found, and Lin Musen probably also..."

"Let Zhang Min come over." Meng Feng said: "Show him."
To be continued...