"Women are so scary." Uncle Potato muttered while trying hard to clean his body.

After Rebecca sprayed corn juice on his face, he originally planned to just wash his hair, but Cheng Bin reminded him that this thing is sticky and sweet, and it is easy to attract ants if it is stuck on your body without washing it clean.

Uncle Potato may not like taking a bath, but he must not ignore the basic rules on the wasteland. Ants are creatures with strong organizational discipline. What’s worse is that they have a strong memory of foraging routes. Once they find food in a certain place, they will come every day.

Obviously, Uncle Potato doesn’t like to sleep with a nest of ants every day.

So after being reminded by Cheng Bin, even if he was reluctant, he had to decide to take a shower. Fortunately, although the uncle didn't like taking a bath, at least he still had some bathing tools at home. In addition, the temperature in the wasteland is not low during the day, so there is no problem with boiling some water to take a bath.

To be honest, Uncle Potato's body shape is more in line with the traditional shape of middle-aged men on the land in prehistoric times. With the decline of civilization, it is difficult for civilians on the wasteland to have enough food to form this body shape, so this tradition is gradually being discarded.

It is impossible not to say that the potatoes are largely due to the fact that Uncle Potato can become a traditional maintainer. This food can provide a lot of starch and calories, especially when the food is single, it is easy to eat more and gain weight.

After your belly is big, you usually find that your arms are shorter, and the movements that were easy to do in the past become difficult. Uncle Potato also faces this dilemma when taking a shower, which is one of the reasons why he is unwilling to take a shower.

Just as he tried hard to use a big brush to get around the dirt on his legs that was in trouble, he heard Cheng Bin's voice coming from a distance.

"Hi!" Cheng Bin shouted from a distance: "Do you want me to help?" He said: "For example, rubbing your back or something."

The place where Uncle Potato took a bath was next to the stream, and there was a large bucket of hot water and a wooden basin used to mix water. There was no cover around him. After all, Uncle Potato lived alone and he didn't care about being looked at by others.

Hearing Cheng Bin's words, Uncle Tudou looked at him angrily and replied loudly: "Go away, I won't let someone stand behind me when I take a shower."

Cheng Bin shrugged, turned around and walked back. Although the sky was a little dark, the light was insufficient, and it was a little far away, he did see a tattoo on Uncle Potato's back. Of course, the point here is not the question of whether there is a tattoo. The tattoo on Uncle Potato's back is really that kind, the rare one... It has a large area and the pattern is very complicated. It looks very exquisite from a distance. It's a pity that the sky is too dark and I didn't see it clearly.

On the wasteland, tattoos are a very luxurious hobby, especially large-format tattoos, which not only require precise instruments, but also face the risk of infection. Therefore, Cheng Bin can only occasionally see small-format tattoos on some amateurs. This is the first time that someone has tattooed the entire back.

"Don't he ask you to help?" Rebecca was sitting next to the dining table, fiddling with her Glock pistol. After Cheng Bin took off the bullet, she asked her to practice disassembly and assembly to familiarize herself with the structure of the pistol.

All guns need maintenance, and this job is usually done by the gun custodian, so the disassembly and assembly process should be as simple as possible without the help of tools. Cheng Bin does not expect Rebecca to restore the pistol to basic parts and then assemble it, but at least she must be able to perform simple daily maintenance and handle common faults.

This is a basic operating skill for a gunman, and he can be a member of the rank of Wuliu.

But now it seems that it will take some time for Rebecca to meet this seemingly simple requirement. It is not because she learned slowly. In fact, Rebecca is very smart and remember it after saying it once. The real problem is that she does not have enough hand strength, which makes it difficult for her to complete the disassembly action that requires a certain amount of strength to complete with her bare hands.

After all, in order to maintain the integrity of the firearm structure, we need to use less fasteners, and in the design process, we must use a lot of interference coordination. When disassembling this coordination, of course, we need to use force to change the components to be shaped to remove them.

So what Rebecca needs to strengthen now is not the skill of dismantling the pistol, but the power in her hands. Without sound, no matter how good the foreplay is, it cannot be released.

Cheng Bin walked to the opposite side of the table and sat down, looked at the gun in Rebecca's hand, smiled and said, "You're going to let him take a shower, which is quite effective."

"Do I have it?" Rebecca said in confusion: "I really feel disgusting to use corpses to grow plants."

She said dissatisfiedly: "It's okay to eat rat meat, but we actually have to eat corpses indirectly?"

"Are you discriminating against corpses? Every corpse has the right to be eaten." Cheng Bin smiled and said, "And don't tell me that you used to not eat meat."

"Can that be the same?" Rebecca used all her strength, gritted her teeth and pressed the sleeve into the slot, lifted the pistol without the magazine to point at Cheng Bin, "That's different."

Glock XVIII's gun body is very light, especially when there are no bullets in the gun, so Rebecca can hold it up very steadily with one hand. She straightened her arm and aimed the gun at Cheng Bin's forehead, closed her left eye to aim.

"Ba," she said, "You're dead."

"If you put the fast and slow machine in the automatic position, you should have sex?" Cheng Bin said helplessly: "Your appearance only reminds people of the prosecutor."

Then just as Rebecca was thinking about what the prosecutor was, Cheng Bin raised his right hand on the table, and the gun in Rebecca's hand had already reached his hand.

Rebecca kept her arms straightened in a daze, looked at the black muzzle aimed at her in front of her, and said in surprise: "How did you do it?"

After saying that, she jumped out of the chair, walked around the dining table and ran to Cheng Bin, hugged his arm and shouted, "I want to learn this trick, it's so handsome."

Cheng Bin quietly pulled her arm with his other hand, pulling out his arm that was rubbed against her chest, "This not only requires speed, but also strength." He said, "You can't learn now."

"Really?" Rebecca took off the gun for a long time and understood what her problem was, so she didn't doubt Cheng Bin's words. She said a little discouraged: "How long will it take to learn what you said..." At this point, she thought hard, rolled her tongue and said, "qilinbi?"

Cheng Bin laughed out loud by her pronunciation. He sighed and said, "Forget it, you'd better stop practicing this."

He said, "Go and bring that shotgun and I'll teach you one that can be used now."
Chapter completed!