The north wind blew and the temperature dropped sharply overnight.

Northern Commonwealth.

Outer city.

In the tavern.

Business is very good tonight. The weather has gotten colder and more people are coming to drink.

The hall, which originally had only a few small tables, was full, and even the seats at the bar were occupied.

"Dawei, give me half a catty of wine." A man with a stubble on his face said to a young man at the bar.

"Okay, Master Feng, I'll serve it to you right now." Dawei was quick with his hands and feet, quickly used a funnel, measured out half a catty of wine and handed it to Master Feng.

This liquor is made from medical alcohol found while out searching, and then directly blended.

It tastes very bad, but you can get drunk on it.

This is enough for survivors living in the apocalypse.

"Here you go!" Master Feng threw a small package to Dawei.

Dawei quickly took it and weighed it with his hands. He felt that the weight was about the same. He grinned and said to Mr. Feng, "Did Mr. Feng make a fortune again this time?"

The bearded man said with some pride: "Compared with small hair, it's nothing."

Dawei praised it and handed the package to the bear next to him.

Then serve the next guest.

Barbarian Bear poured out the grain from the package and weighed it, which was almost five kilograms. Then he leaned into Dawei's ear and said, "That's right."

In the tavern, all that can be traded is hard currency.

Either food, medicine or cigarettes.

Food is the main medium of exchange.

The Northern Federation issued currency once before, but it was of no use at all.

Later, the use of gold was not recognized by everyone.

After all, in this precarious apocalypse, no one knows how long they can survive and how much food they have in hand to be safe.

After a while.

Ding Dang Dang~

The bell hanging on the door rang.

The door was pushed open by a man again. This man wore glasses and his clothes were in tatters.

He exudes the temperament of an old scholar all over his body.

The guests sitting around started joking after seeing this man.

"Lao Kong, why aren't you dead yet?"

"Lao Kong, I asked you to do a good job in bioengineering and agriculture, but you insist on running out to catch zombies for research. What are you doing..."

"I'm afraid of him. I'm just an old fool, hahahaha."

The man didn't pay attention to the people who laughed at him.

Instead, he walked straight to the bar.

"Warm up a glass of wine~" the man said to Dawei.

Dawei's eyes widened and he cursed: "You stupid old Kong, last time I had a soft ear and I borrowed two taels of liquor on credit. Give it to me right now!"

"Cough cough cough." Lao Kong coughed violently.

He said with a troubled face: "This time it's ready food."

Then he took out a small bag of grain from his arms.

Before Dawei could hand it over, he snatched it with his hands and weighed it.

There was a look of disdain on his face, "You don't have enough to pay back last time. Give me the food quickly, or I'll break your legs."

I threw the small bag in my hand to the bear, and after weighing it, it was only one and a half kilograms.

Lao Kong looked sad and said to Dawei almost as if he was begging: "Please, I only need one or two, and I will make up for the previous ones next time."

"No!" Dawei glared and said ruthlessly.

Then I scanned Lao Kong up and down and saw the Patek Philippe mechanical watch he was wearing. Before the end of the world, this thing was selling for six figures.

In the apocalypse, time is important.

This kind of mechanical watch does not use electricity, and can support the operation of the watch movement as it shakes.

This thing is actually a pretty good thing.

So he said to the bear: "Bear, take off the watch from his hand."

The bear didn't hesitate, walked over and pulled him up like a chicken.

"No, no, no, no, this is a gift from my wife, I can't give it to you!" The man stepped back in horror, not wanting them to take off his watch.

But how could he resist the savage bear? The savage bear's big hands clamped down on his hand like iron pliers and easily took the Patek Philippe out of his hand.

"No." Lao Kong watched desperately as the bear left with his watch.

It was a birthday gift from his wife to him. After his wife died in the apocalypse, this watch has always been in his thoughts.

I never thought about it and now I don’t think about it anymore.

The man cried and howled, trying to rush over with all his strength.

But he was pushed away by the bear.

He fell heavily to the ground.

Dawei eagerly took the Patek Philippe from the bear and put it into his pocket.

Then he raised his head and saw the guests around him looking at him with strange eyes.

After all, this is a tavern, and it needs to be open for business. There are some things that need to be paid attention to in terms of appearance, even if this is the end of the world.

So he coughed, then scooped out one or two pieces of wine from the wine vat and put it on the table.

"Old Kongtou, you still owed me half a catty of grain last time, and this watch will pay for it. In addition, I will give you one or two wines to offset it. Why don't you stop eating?" Dawei said with a threatening tone.

Lao Kong sat on the ground and was stunned for a long time.

Before the end of the world, he once had a wonderful family.

He is a very well-known expert in the field of bioengineering. He has a very good wife and a pair of twin children.

But all this was destroyed by the apocalypse.

His wife was eaten by zombies in order to save her children.

A pair of children also starved to death the year before last, leaving him alone.

Last year, he followed the refugees to the Northern Federation. After the Northern Federation learned of his identity, they gave him a position and asked him to contribute to agricultural hybridization.

But he refused. He only wanted to study zombies and develop a medicine that could solve the zombie virus.

However, the Northern Federation suffered a big loss in this area before, and later simply stopped the task of developing a zombie-killing potion.

The Northern Federation also established a zombie research institute before, but later due to negligence, the zombies studied escaped, and many people died that time.

Yuan Zhi was furious and suspended the research on zombie potions.

However, this old Kong is also stubborn and is unwilling to switch to bioagriculture technology.

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Lao Kong's face was sad, his eyes were red, full of despair.

He has big dreams, but the reality is very cruel. No one can understand him or sympathize with him.

He slowly stood up, looking haggard, as if he had no soul.

He knew he couldn't take the watch back from the bear.

He walked to the bar and picked up the bowl of wine on the bar.

Dawei sneered when he saw Lao Kong picking up the bowl of wine.

I guess you're a smart kid.

After drinking this bowl of wine, the watch completely went into his trouser pocket.

Lao Kong took the bowl of wine and walked to the corner of the tavern.

He slowly squatted down and huddled up.

Then he took a small sip.

"ha."
To be continued...