"Look at it, I even ate it."

"Why do you think you are polite to this group of people? Look at that one? Each person brought two bowls."

"Okay, say less, and send them away after you finish eating."

The workers crowded into the big pot, and many people walked out with food. Before they could get out of the pile, the bowl was gone, and they squeezed back to serve.

The person in charge of making food is not polite, his tone is sarcastic and quite disgusting.

Xiang Du was embarrassed to squeeze in. He lined up for a long time, holding the steaming bowl and finding a place where no one could enjoy it.

I was hungry for a day, and after a few bites, the things in the bowl were empty. He occasionally ate such meals in his hometown, and now he misses a little homesick.

He held the bowl and the person who made the meal pulled him hard: "Start up and start, but I didn't see that the pot was gone? Can you please have some shame?"

Xiang Du was scolded and felt aggrieved. He held a bowl and left, either without leaving or not.

There were also voices from the deceased relatives in his ears: "It's like I've never eaten. Look at that, a very big guy also takes advantage of it, and he doesn't feel ashamed."

Xiang Du was blushed and could not adapt for a moment. He glanced at the person who was talking fiercely, threw the empty bowl on the ground, turned his head and was about to leave.

The one who made the meal shouted: "You! Hi! Pick it up!"

This voice shifted the attention of many people, and his eyes were deeply rooted in Xiang Du's heart like a blade.

His face was burning, and he picked up the bowl that had knocked a corner and put it back in the distance.

When he walked back to the gate, there was still a voice behind him: "What quality?"

Xiang Du had no reason to refute, nor had the energy to refute, so he left the yard.

It was so cold that the street light workers didn't go to work, it was dark and it was particularly inconvenient to walk.

As he walked, he bumped into a street lamp, remembering the treatment he had just been treated, and clenched his fists and punched him on the street lamp pole.

The street lights made a crisp metal sound, and the shallow snow covered on the lamp hit his head without exception.

With a series of blows, he looked up at the street lights and was anxious and angry, and actually grinned.

"Come again! Come again if you have the affinity!"

He challenged the unknown force, but the unknown force ignored this little person and disdained to deal with meaningless challenges.

Xiang Du smiled bitterly and walked towards the rental house.

He slowly rubbed his arms along the side of the road he had to walk, because he had something to do, and he didn't look at the road when he walked, and he collided with several passers-by.

The last collision occurred outside the window of a shop. Xiang Du felt that he bumped into a wall. When he looked up, he realized that it was not a wall at all, but the back of a tall man.

I don't know why so many people gathered outside this store, and they are commenting on something.

Xiang Du was not interested and planned to cross the wall, but heard a few women saying: "Whose child? Why did he die here? It's so pitiful."

"Yes, the clothes are so thin, they should have frozen to death."

"Don't just look at it, go and ask whose children?"

"I don't know, I was selling matches here yesterday."

Selling matches?

Xiang Du's nerves twitched, and he hurried into the human wall. Everything in front of him was unbelievable.

The little girl lay on her side on the ground, as if she was asleep.

He ran to the little girl and patted her hands gently: "Hey, wake up, wake up."

"Don't call me anymore, I'm dead. Who are you?"

Xiang Du did not answer and turned over the girl who was lying on her side. After turning it over, the full picture of the little girl concealed appeared in everyone's eyes.

There were many scars on her body, as well as bruises that were blue and purple, and even traces of being beaten on the back of her hands.

The little girl had no temperature at all. She had red and swollen eyes, and her hair was frighteningly hard. She felt like she would break it with a little force, like dead branches.

What surprised Xiangdu the most was the little girl's clothes. The clothes were hard and the temperature was cooler than the frozen iron blocks. There was only one possibility that the clothes were once wet.

Xiang Du felt a little ed. He wanted to hold one of the little girl's hand. When the hand was held in front of him, there were some things in this little hand, and they were ten matches.

Now, Xiang Du remembered the man's question.

"I, I don't know her, I just bought her matches."

"If you don't know each other, go away quickly. Someone has notified the sheriff and don't involve you."

"Yeah, let's go now."

Xiang Du made a sound in his throat. He brought the little girl to his original position, shaking her way out of the wall, and then he held her on a street lamp pole and vomited.

This time, when he walked down the street again, a that came from this world was even more severe than the surrounding air.

A few days later, the valley.

It is not far from the end of the severe cold. If there is another rain or snow, the world will slowly warm up.

Of course, this has little to do with the residents of the valley, who enjoy constant temperature all year round.

Such constant temperature also aroused the curiosity of many people, wanting to see what the heavy snow is like.

Wu Peng was experimenting with his new toy. This toy was very special. It consisted of thirty-six iron pipes, and the round tubes were stringed together with leads. The round tubes were filled with gunpowder and iron beads.

The new toy was fixed on a wooden shelf, and it was smashed into the soil below, and a section of the round tube was aimed at the target.

Shabi observed the toy and commented: "Isn't this just a lying firework?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Wu Peng slapped his hands, "I'll call it a firework launcher, stay away, and it's about to open fire."

Several onlookers hid behind the launcher and watched Wupeng go to light the lead.

Woopeng was about to ignite the fire, and Shabi asked, "Is this thing fixed? If you turn it over, it will be no fun."

Wupeng's hands shivered and lit the lead: "Who knows? Try it."

The leads were lit and white smoke rushed towards the fireworks.

The lower right corner of the emitter was ignited first, and the power of the gunpowder burst out in an instant. With a small sound boom, the iron beads in the round tube were sent out.

The first one was successfully launched, and the second one was fleeting. Thirty-six round tubes shot out all thirty-six iron beads in the order of leads.

The whole process lasted for more than ten seconds.

When everything is over, the thick fog burst out from the gunpowder in the fireworks makes the surroundings misty.

Wupeng clapped and shouted: "It's done!"

Shabi waved his hand to sweep the smoke with one hand, covered his mouth and nose with the other, and followed Wupeng to the target to check.

There were scattered traces floating on the target, and twenty were counted, nearly half of the iron beads were off the target.

The most important thing is that many iron beads are embedded on the wooden target. Shabi touched the traces and said, "You are not good at this thing. It's too powerful and it's serious off-target."

Wu Peng touched his chin and thought: "It's not a problem to take off the target. This thing doesn't require much accuracy, but the power is indeed a little smaller, maybe because of the poor sealing."

Shabi pointed at the so-called launcher: "This thing will be done if it's just one shot, right?"

"It's still a disposable at the moment." Wupeng rubbed his stubble, "This is just a test piece. Don't ask for that. It's already very good to reach this level. I'm also planning to design a component, you can

What do you think of this creativity when you walk with both hands?"

After saying that, his two eyes moved towards Shabi.

Shabi sighed: "Now we have more important things. The number of people is increasing. What should we do with food? What should we do with gunpowder? What should we do with weapons? It is not convenient to manage with too many people. We should also consider the next plan.

Now.”

Wupeng seemed to have no feelings about this, so he continued to touch his chin: "Is it easy to load or to solve the problem of sealing? This is a problem and needs to be thought about."
Chapter completed!