Zhang Huai An was taking inventory of the future labor force, while Three directed some of the people to unload today's harvest from the trucks. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around to look at the busy construction site not far away. With the planning of professionals, Zhang Xiaoqiang's previous plans were completely overturned. The new wall extended outwards for a long distance. The previous wall was only a flat wall to seal the valley's entrance, but the new plan was to make the wall into a large arc to wrap around the valley's entrance. This way, the base would have an additional thousands of square meters of usable space. The wall was no longer the previous 4 meters, but 15 meters. The machine gun bastions were no longer built on top of the wall, but were instead built inside the wall to preserve their combat strength. The entire wall was interconnected, there was a large pool that stored clean water, and the clean water from the pool could be connected to the various openings through water pipes. This way, during high-intensity battles, they would have water to quench their thirst. There were also many ammunition depots, on both sides and in the middle. As long as there was a battle, the soldiers would be able to obtain ammunition. In addition, there were infirmaries, dining rooms, combat conference rooms, soldiers' dormitories, and even entertainment rooms. The various buildings were clearly defined, messy but not messy. One wall was a fully functional small scale base. The other was the main gate. There were two main gates. One was the main gate at the front of the wall. It was a thick iron gate that was slowly welded together with countless steel plates. It needed to be pulled by a generator in order to open. Behind the main gate was a 10 meter long passageway that was sandwiched between the two sides of the wall. After exiting the passageway, there would be an open space of over a hundred square meters. The open space was also surrounded by a similarly tall wall, just like an ancient barbican. At the end of the open space, there was a large iron gate that was thicker and heavier than the previous one. That was the true entrance to the base. This iron gate would normally not be closed, unless it was during a war. This was because the electricity needed to open the iron gate was too large, and the diesel made Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart ache.
It was nearing dusk, and the construction workers wearing colorful safety helmets were climbing down the scaffolding. After that, the roaring machines and vehicles also quietened down. People formed groups and walked in. Some were talking loudly, some were whispering to each other. The noise of the crowd turned into a loud "weng weng" sound that filled the silence caused by the machines stopping. They were happy, now that they had settled down, there was enough food, water, and even the conditions to take a bath. It was as though they had returned to working at the construction site before the apocalypse. Other than not having a salary, the dishes were not as plentiful as before, and the lack of quality of life, there was no other difference.
From the time these people surrendered to following Zhang Xiaoqiang, it had not even been a week. In this short period of time, from their previous leader to the women they had played with, they had gradually begun to integrate into Zhang Xiaoqiang's group.
Here, men did not have to worry about running out of food and going out to fight with zombies. Here, women who had lost their men did not have to use their bodies to exchange for food scraps that fell from the gaps between the men's teeth. Women who still had men did not have to worry about whether their men would come back tonight or not. They did not have to worry that they would die outside. They had to be like those women who had lost their men and cater to their stinky mouths. They had to bear the stench of their bodies and do those things that even the lowest of ladies would not do.
Everyone was very satisfied.
Some men who did not want to risk their lives worked hard. They hoped that they could spend the rest of their lives here.
Those who were young or courageous envied the members of the combat team who were armed to the teeth. They wanted to join, or to get the right to pursue women, or to get some spoils of war to make their lives more comfortable, or simply to kill zombies. They always had a variety of reasons.
Every time Zhang Xiaoqiang appeared, they would show off their bodies, hoping that Zhang Xiaoqiang would also choose them to join the combat team. They did not know that every time they showed off in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, Zhang Xiaoqiang was not light. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know what they were thinking.
Seeing a group of shirtless men in front of him flexing their muscles and casting coquettish glances, it was really like rolling thunder. It made Zhang Xiaoqiang not dare to go back to the construction site. He was afraid that he would be targeted by those faggots again.
After dinner, Yang Ke-er brought her toy girl back to the room with Yuan Yi. Yuan Yi was much quieter during his recovery, and no longer showed off his abilities, but became more gentle. Zhang Xiaoqiang's attitude did not change, he was still a male chauvinist, but everyday he would throw random things in front of her. These were things that Zhang Xiaoqiang had heard that women could use. These things were naturally given to her by the three assistant machine gunners. There was one time when Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a razor in one of the things, he could not understand why a woman would use such a thing.
Shanghai Qiaoyun carried her Garand Rifle and quietly stood behind Zhang Xiaoqiang, she seemed to have replaced Yuan Yi's position, standing behind him and silently watching his back. Zhang Xiaoqiang also had a headache from Shanghai Qiaoyun's persistence, he thought that his most embarrassing side had been clearly seen by Shanghai Qiaoyun, and after that day, he no longer felt uncomfortable with Chief Qiaoyun, the thing hidden in Shanghai Qiaoyun's body no longer made him feel cold, but he still habitually maintained a certain distance from Shanghai Qiaoyun.
The little girl's mother came out from the kitchen to clean the table, she was no longer as dirty as the first time he met her, she was clean and tidy, a 30 year old woman was at her most mature age, she was also very delicate and pretty, but whenever Zhang Xiaoqiang saw her, his first impression of her was too bad, so Zhang Xiaoqiang was not willing to look at her. The woman was also very careful in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, she cleaned Zhang Xiaoqiang's house until it was spotless, not a single speck of dust could be seen, she knew that Zhang Xiaoqiang gave her special treatment because of her daughter, so she was even more careful.
Seeing the woman, Zhang Xiaoqiang got up and walked outside. As soon as he stepped out of the door, a small body bumped into him. A small body bumped into his arms, and Zhang Xiaoqiang took a step back from the force of the small body in his arms. Upon a closer look, he realized that it was the child of the woman named Xu Mengzhu. The child was wearing a set of blue and white sportswear, and his hair was as messy as the first time he saw him. His body was also dirty, and his face and hands were covered with dirt. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't know which corner he had been rolling in. It seemed that he had never seen him clean before.
The little boy looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with his big black and white eyes, but he didn't say anything. He lowered his head and went through his armpit into the house, heading straight for the kitchen. Zhang Xiaoqiang shook his head and ignored him. He walked out with Shanghai Qiaoyun. That day, when Zhang Xiaoqiang saw Xu Mengzhu, who was as beautiful as a famous painting, he couldn't help but take her in. But when he took her in, he was depressed. He didn't know what to do with her. He remembered that Xu Mengzhu once said that she was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine and had some understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. At least, she could identify Chinese medicinal herbs, so he gave her the messy medicine he got from the perverted old man and the bamboo medical book written in small seal script. After Xu Mengzhu got the medical book, she was completely attracted to it. She hid in her room every day and studied this bamboo book. She didn't even have time to take care of her own child. Without anyone to take care of him, the little boy floated around the base like a kite with a broken string. Every day, he made himself look like a mud monkey. When he was hungry, he would run back to find something to eat. The little boy was so wild, but Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't bother to take care of him. In Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, boys should be like this. It seemed that he was about the same age as this little boy.