Song Yile immediately picked up the empty can, ran to the water dispenser, took some water, stirred it, mixed the remaining soy juice inside, and drank it in one gulp.

The wife felt a little distressed when she saw her son like this.

He shouted to Song Yile: "Yile, come here, I'll give it to you."

Song Yile put down the rinsed cans and walked to the dining table.

Looking at the food on her mother's plate, she licked her lips and resisted the temptation to refuse.

"No, Mom, you go ahead and eat. You eat less than us."

After saying that, he ran to the room.

He was afraid that if he stayed here too long, it would be really painful to watch them eat.

So a little soybean is not enough to fill you up.

When the wife saw her son running back to the room, she looked at her husband and said, "We still have food, why are we so harsh? He is still growing. How can he eat just such a little every day?"

Song Tianyi snorted coldly.

“It would be nice to eat some.”

"It's been raining heavily outside. Do you know how long it will last? Besides, even if it doesn't rain heavily, where can we get food?"

"You know Lao Zhao from Bunker No. 24, he just doesn't control his food and just wants to be full for a while. Now he's running out everywhere begging for food."

"Old Zhao? How do you know this?"

"Lin Zhongzheng told me through the intercom."

Boom, boom, boom!

At this moment, there was a knocking sound on the heavy iron door above the bunker.

Several people ignored the knocking sound. After all, zombies had passed by the bunker door before and collided with the iron door.

Song Tianyi continued to eat the food on the plate.

Boom-boom! Boom-boom!

Very rhythmic.

This kind of rhythmic knocking sound can never be caused by zombies.

It must be a human being!

rub!

Song Tian stepped back, got up from the stool, quickly ran to the room and took out a pistol.

As he passed the hall, he whispered to his wife and daughter:

"Go back to your room and don't come out."

After saying that, he ran towards the entrance of the bunker.

When the wife saw this, she glanced at her daughter Song Juanjuan.

"Go to your room and look at your brother."

After she finished explaining, she looked around, found a broom and followed her husband.

This bunker is underground, and you have to go through a long staircase to get from the underground to the ground.

As soon as Song Tian heard the footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw his wife following him with a broom, but he did not try to dissuade her.

They arrived at the entrance of the bunker together, which had two doors.

The outermost layer is an iron door 20 centimeters thick, with three locks on it.

On the inner floor, a hole was dug in the middle and bulletproof glass was installed.

Originally, there were cameras installed in the bunker, but in the last few years, the cameras have been destroyed by various natural disasters.

After the camera is destroyed, there is no new one to replace it.

So now you can't see the situation outside without opening the door.

Two doors apart, Song Tianyi frowned, hesitated for a few seconds and then shouted outside:

"Who's out there?"

....

The tapping suddenly stopped.

Just when Song Tianyi was about to open the inner door and go out to find out what was going on, voices came from outside.

"Boss Song, I, Lao Zhao, Boss Song, open the door. I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Old Zhao?" Song Tianyi and his wife looked at each other with curiosity in each other's eyes.

We were talking about Lao Zhao just now, and now he comes to your door?

Song Tianyi narrowed his eyes and said to his wife:

"This old Zhao must have come here to ask for food, so he can't open the door."

The wife nodded, clenched the broom in her hand, and looked at the door warily.

Song Tianyi didn't intend to answer Lao Zhao, he just wanted to ignore him. After a long time, he could leave on his own.

Although the people in the bunker, when they purchased the bunker, the seller included some doomsday food.

But now it has been five years since the end of the world. Even though we had stored up a lot of food at the beginning, it has been so long and everyone has not much food left.

Boom, boom, boom!

The knocking sound gradually became louder.

"Boss Song, we have had tea together and done business before. Is it so difficult to meet now? I know you are inside, open the door!"

Clang clang clang!

Lao Zhao was obviously not knocking with his hands, it was the sound of the collision of iron tools.

"Will he break the door open? Should we..."

"don't want."

Song Tianyi did not wait for his wife to finish her words and flatly refused:

"That door is 20 centimeters thick. He can't even open it if he drives a car. Don't worry, he can't open it."

"Let's go down and let him knock here. When he gets tired of knocking for a while, he will leave naturally."

The wife nodded.

"Oh fine."

She held the broom and took two steps toward the steps below, only to find her husband still standing there.

"Won't you go down together?"

"I'll wait here and observe."

ah!

Suddenly there was a scream outside.

"Boss Song, open the door quickly, open the door quickly, there are zombies coming, open the door quickly and save me!"

"grass!"

The sound gradually faded away.

I don’t know if Lao Zhao was bitten to death by zombies.

"Deserve it!"

Song Tianyi cursed disdainfully.

This old Zhao himself has no skills at all, and he has not made a good food plan.

I used to eat and drink a lot, but now I have no food and ask others for help. Isn’t that a joke?

Who has extra food for him these days?

The stupidest thing is that there is such a heavy rain, there are so many zombies outside, and the knocking on the door is so loud, if it doesn’t attract zombies, there will be ghosts.

Song Tianyi stayed behind the door for more than half an hour, and after hearing no movement outside, he felt relieved and walked underground.

After going underground, Song Tianyi did not see his wife in the hall, but he saw the door storing food open and walked in.

"Our food consumption per meal has been reduced to one-fifth of the original amount. It can no longer be reduced." The wife was counting the number of cans in the warehouse. When she heard the footsteps behind her, she knew her husband had come down.

"Based on the current food consumption, how long can we last?" Song Tianyi asked with a frown.

Now, a family of four eats three cans a day.

One meal at a time, four people shared a can, and no one was full.

"There are still 68 cans left, so just keep going for more than two months." The wife looked at the cans on the cabinet with a serious look in her eyes.
To be continued...