Chapter 142 (1/2)
For the time being, no matter what kind of power Lu Wentian is in, he is not near Wuzhou City. Whether he is an enemy or a friend is still uncertain.
As soon as Li Yunpeng walked out of the meeting hall, he saw Liu Zide coming in a hurry.
”Brother Peng, Ren Xiao is in the hospital.”
”What? Can he get into the hospital? Alcoholism? ”
”Er... I don't know the details.” Liu said.
Ren Xiao went to the hospital. His first feeling was that it was impossible. If there had to be a reason, it was probably drinking.
Li Yunpeng came to the hospital. Ren Xiao was in the consulting room. He picked up the diagnosis record and looked at it.
”Lying trough!”
Li Yunpeng's hands holding the diagnosis record are shaking, and the detailed information of Ren Xiao, including his age, is clearly written on it.
”MMP, clearly one year younger than Lao Tzu, Bai te Mo called brother a month.”
He pushed open the door of the consulting room. Ren Xiao was lying on the medical table, his face swollen like a pig's head.
”Oh, brother Li, you're here. I won't see my brother for the last time later.”
”Go away.” Li Yunpeng patted the diagnosis record on his face, ”come on, tell me what happened when you were your age!”
Ren Xiao a Leng, take off the diagnosis record on the face, embarrassed way: ”cough, write wrong, less write two years old.”
”Roll the calf.”
Li Yunpeng won't believe his lies any more. He turned his face and asked, ”what's the matter with him?”
Xia Mengdie said: ”it's OK. He is allergic to one of the drugs. Acupuncture will be OK.”
”Oh, by the way, the duration of your disguise is too short.”
Xia Mengdie rolled a pretty white eye, ”you didn't say how much time it would take. If the dosage was increased, it would be very difficult to recover. I used to take a small dose of medicine regularly to keep the state of easy appearance for a long time.”
”I see.” Li Yunpeng solved his doubts. Before he left, he took a look at Ren Xiao and said, ”brother Ren, have a good rest. I wish you an early recovery!”
Ren Xiao
Out of the hospital, Li Yunpeng strolled in the city of Moyang. Most people took part in the vigorous development. Although people were disheartened, they were enthusiastic. The old people were also doing what they could. The children were studying in the temporary school. Regardless of the times, the inheritance of culture and technology could not be broken. That was the root of everything.
”Lord of the city.”
Zhang Tao followed a group of people and came running with safety helmets.
”Well, did you encounter any problems in the construction?” Li Yunpeng asked.
”There's no big problem. Everything's going well.” Zhang Tao replied confidently.
”Well, we should focus on the construction. In addition, the grain will be harvested soon, and the granary will be expanded. In a few days, we will rush to collect a large amount of grain.”
The grain planted before the end of the world has reached the harvest season. Although zombies are rampant, causing some damage, there are still a lot of grain to harvest.
This is also the last time for the survivors to enjoy the blessings of their predecessors. If they want to get food in the future, they have to plant it by themselves.
”Yes, recently, Meng Tian, director of the Ministry of agriculture, has led people to have a rough idea of the nearby grain fields. When they are mature, they can rush to collect the grain immediately. However, many forces are also staring at the grain, so it is inevitable that there will be conflicts at that time.”
”You can be ready to collect food. Don't worry about the conflict. I'll let the guards go with me.” Li Yunpeng said. It's good that he doesn't rob others. Is there anyone who dares to rob food from him?
Zhang Tao relaxed, reported on the progress of some projects, and watched Li Yunpeng leave.
A week later, the temporary grain collection brigade was assembled, led by the grass-roots managers in the city of Moyang, and divided into hundreds of teams to collect grain within dozens of kilometers around.