Chapter 1785 968: Wuyi Mountain, Old House in the Mountains (Part 3)

Sizzle!

The flames rose.

They tossed wood into the fire pit, and the fire illuminated the cramped room.

A faint warmth flowed in.

Brother Chen opened the broken little window halfway, and the entire room was extremely cramped with four people and more than a dozen barrels of pine oil, making it feel very crowded.

Everyone took off their damp clothes, took down some plastic bags hung on nails on the west wall, and then hung their clothes up.

The fire was right next to them, allowing the clothes to dry.

"Hey! Brother Chen, look what I found, cured black pork." Tui Zi exclaimed excitedly, noticing a black strip hanging from the ceiling.

"Bullshit, you call this black pork?" An Sheng reached out and took down the black object.

It was over thirty centimeters long, with a black surface and some white mold growing in places.

An Sheng touched it; it was hard as a rock.

He knocked it against the edge of the fire pit, producing a clanging sound.

"You call this pork? Have you ever seen pork that looks like this?" An Sheng said with a smile.

Tui Zi came over, snatched it back, and examined it carefully.

With a smile, he said, "You don't understand, I'm from the countryside, things like this look just like this, it's top quality.

This kind of pork is first salted, then air-dried, and then hung in the kitchen.

In rural areas, burning firewood sends black soot onto the pork, keeping it smoked constantly. Over the years, it hardens.

This piece of pork looks like it's at least eight or nine years old."

"Eight or nine years? Can it still be eaten after so long?" An Sheng expressed disbelief.

Chen Delong, stripped down to just a pair of shorts, squatted by the fire pit, warming his hands, and said with a smile:

"It's not just eight or nine years, some are thirty years old. This should be pork; I've seen this before. When you cut it open, the meat inside is crystal clear, and you can eat it raw."

Hearing Chen's response, An Sheng's eyes widened. He didn't trust Tui Zi, but he trusted Chen.

If Chen said so, it should be fine.

Tui Zi glanced at An Sheng and said with a smile, "Wait until I clean the surface, then you'll see what it looks like. If you have the guts, don't eat it."

"Why shouldn't I eat it? I was the one who took it down," An Sheng said.

Zhuo Jun, who had been silently packing luggage, said quietly to Chen Delong, "Boss, our food can only last us twenty days."

Chen Delong frowned at these words and asked, "Didn't we take six other people's packages? With the four of us, how can it only last twenty days?"

Zhuo Jun spoke up, "Boss, we've been out for half a month, and the food is running low...."

Upon hearing this, Chen Delong's initial joy at finding the black pork faded significantly.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he began assigning tasks to the others.

"Tui Zi, cut a tenth of this meat, then wash it clean, later slice it and mix it into the congee to cook."

"An Sheng, Zhuo Jun, go find some firewood nearby."

All three of them responded, "Okay."

After speaking, they grabbed axes or machetes and went out.

Chen Delong looked at the wood burning on the floor, poured some pine oil inside again. After adding the pine oil, the previously small flame suddenly grew much larger.

He watched the flame and dipped a dagger into a barrel of pine oil, applying it to his neck.

The cuts on his neck burned fiercely.

Pine oil is mildly irritating, very gentle, but very sticky.

Smearing it on the neck and face feels like having a blob of snot sticking there.

But the pine oil emanated a faint fragrance, and it wasn't that unpleasant.

He looked at the torrential rain outside the window. The small room felt like a lone duckweed on a vast ocean.

They were atop a mountain, so there was no worry of being flooded.

The surrounding trees were tall and deserted, and zombies rarely appeared here.

They could take a rest and return to the base after the storm.

However..... this time, among the twenty or thirty of them, they had initially gone out confidently on a high-points task, but unexpectedly, they found the supplies they were looking for.

But then the storm hit, the supplies were gone, and even their vehicle was lost.

If that was all, the key point was that among their group, only the four of them were left...

Thinking of this, Brother Chen clenched his fists and slammed the bed board heavily.

When you're unlucky, even cold water can chip a tooth.

Damn it!

The food only lasted for twenty days. If they hadn't taken other people's food, they probably wouldn't have lasted a week.

It's raining so hard, and who knows when it will stop.

Going out now is a death sentence; staying in the city is impossible, and the countryside is uninhabitable too.

But in this deep forest, without this small house, being drenched in the rain for long would eventually lead to hypothermia and death.

After a long while, Chen Delong's fist slowly relaxed.

A bitter smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. If they hadn't been greedy, returned to the base early, based on the style of the Big Camphor Tree Base, he would probably have already led the brothers into the Big Camphor Tree Base, staying safe and sound.

He looked at this drafty little room, recalling their past escape from natural disaster in the greenhouse at the Big Camphor Tree Base.

He found it quite laughable.

At that time, he also felt that the greenhouse was narrow and crowded.

But compared to now, being inside the Big Camphor Tree Base was simply heaven.

God knows when a zombie might suddenly appear, given that zombies are mobile and can smell human scent.

In the mountains, the chances of zombies appearing are relatively low, but they can't say it's impossible.

Moreover, without this pine oil, if the rain continues and the temperature drops, they might all freeze to death.

"Damn, why am I even bothering with this!" Brother Chen said with a bitter smile.

The base is warm and safe, how nice it is.

But now in such an environment, he could only accept it.

Suddenly, he saw several jackets placed on the floor.

With an idea, he picked up the jackets, walked to the window, and nailed them to it.

Zombies have a keen sense of smell in the rain, able to detect human scent.

But for their kind, they have no reaction.

By doing this, he thought that wearing these clothes stained with zombie blood and flesh could avoid zombies, and perhaps nailing them on the window might help.

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(Asking for monthly tickets, the day before yesterday while riding my electric scooter, I hit sand on the ground, the scooter flipped, and I injured my hands, belly, and face, making it painful to write, along with some writer's block, the speed of writing is really really slow.

Today there will only be a single chapter, ha, tomorrow a ten-thousand-word day!)