Wangjiang Park.

This is where the Jinyuan River base is located. The location is good, close to a water source.

Jin Yuanjiang drank three bowls of rice porridge with a bag of pickles, which counted as dinner.

That's right, this is the dinner of a level 5 powerhouse. Of course, if Jin Yuanjiang gritted his teeth, he could eat stored ham sausages, roasted sausages, and other good things.

As for the ham sausages being stored for too long and expiring, that's not something to consider after the apocalypse. As long as it doesn't kill you.

Jin Yuanjiang walked to a railing, felt his pockets, and took out a pack of cigarettes.

Jin Yuanjiang frowned. They were gone.

Jin Yuanjiang was about to return to his room to get the cigarettes he had stored.

A man walked over and said respectfully, "Brother Jiang, have one of mine."

The man was Song Ling, Zhao Hai's underling.

Since Chen Luo showed that he valued Jin Yuanjiang, Zhao Hai sent his most capable underling.

Song Ling was reliable, smart, and very good at observing people's expressions.

Song Ling took out a pack of cigarettes, and Jin Yuanjiang's eyes lit up: "Furong Wang, good stuff. I've looked everywhere and couldn't find any."

This was Jin Yuanjiang's favorite brand, but he had little in stock.

Song Ling lit one for Jin Yuanjiang, who took a satisfying puff.

Song Ling took the opportunity to stuff the whole pack into Jin Yuanjiang's hands.

Jin Yuanjiang didn't refuse and laughed, "Little Song, I'll look after you from now on. If you have any trouble, just tell me. Old Jin always keeps his word."

Song Ling gave a thumbs up: "Brother Jiang, everyone in the base knows what kind of person you are."

The two started chatting while smoking.

Song Ling suddenly asked, "Brother Jiang, do you think these days are getting harder and harder? What should we do?"

The whole world had suddenly changed drastically, and many people were at a loss. But because of the instinct to live, they struggled in the apocalypse.

Jin Yuanjiang smiled self-deprecatingly: "What else can we do? Take it one step at a time, one day at a time."

Song Ling chuckled. Is that how a level 5 powerhouse like Jin Yuanjiang feels too?

It seemed everyone felt that way, except for Chen Luo.

Song Ling saw that Chen Luo seemed to be planning ahead with every step, crushing the apocalypse with his own strength.

He strolled leisurely every day, hugging cats, teasing dogs, with beautiful women by his side, unrestrained, calm, and at ease.

Not to mention the apocalypse, even before the apocalypse, how many people lived as freely as Chen Luo?

Song Ling tentatively asked, "Brother Jiang, I heard that there's a base in the east that can already grow a lot of vegetables."

Jin Yuanjiang's aura suddenly sharpened: "Who, where, how strong are they? If they're not strong enough, we'll go rob them."

Song Ling was stunned. If you dare to go, you definitely won't come back.

Song Ling said with a forced smile, "They're very strong. I heard they have a level 6 powerhouse."

Level 6?

Jin Yuanjiang was startled and gave up dejectedly. With a level 6 powerhouse, he couldn't resist at all, just like a level 4 powerhouse couldn't resist him.

Jin Yuanjiang sighed, "What a pity. It's been a long time since I've had fresh vegetables."

Even if a nature-type cultivator reached level 4, they would still have to research how to grow vegetables, and vegetables still had a growth cycle. It had indeed been a long time since Jin Yuanjiang had eaten them.

Song Ling said, "Brother Jiang, I heard that the base is very strong and the treatment is very good. To be honest, I want to go and join them."

Jin Yuanjiang wasn't surprised and nodded, "People always strive for better things. I understand. Little Song, you can go without worry. I won't stop you."

Song Ling said bitterly, "I'm not strong enough, they won't accept me. Brother Jiang, you're strong, you've reached level 5. Why don't you take me, your brother, to join them?"

"They have enough to eat there, the treatment is good, and someone like you will definitely be treated well. Won't eating vegetables every day be a problem? Maybe you can even eat meat."

Jin Yuanjiang was stunned and waved his hand with a smile, "If I leave, what will happen to my brothers? If you want to go, go yourself."

Song Ling said indignantly, "You treat them like brothers, but do they treat you like a brother? You're strong, but they're secretly guarding against you. They're not very strong, but they're good at fighting for power and profit."

Jin Yuanjiang was silent. Although he was strong, he was secretly ostracized by some people.

This base was built by Jin Yuanjiang and a few survivors he met at the beginning.

Jin Yuanjiang had good talent and was always able to advance faster than others. He reached level 5 without any special encounters, just step by step.

They were able to grow stronger, and Jin Yuanjiang deserved the credit.

But people's hearts change. After growing stronger, they are not as simple as they were at the beginning. They want to recruit more resources and more elites to their own side.

A base implicitly has four factions.

Jin Yuanjiang took a deep puff of his cigarette and gave Song Ling a deep look: "No need to say anymore."

Song Ling said "oh." He seemed a little anxious. This base would split sooner or later, and that would be a good opportunity.

Jin Yuanjiang returned to his room with a smile: "Xiao Ru, let's sleep."

In the room was a gentle woman in her twenties, Lin Ru, who was Jin Yuanjiang's wife after the apocalypse.

Lin Ru was silent for a while and said, "Brother Jiang, I'm pregnant."

Jin Yuanjiang was stunned. His face was first filled with ecstasy, then it suddenly disappeared, and finally turned into endless bitterness.

He couldn't even guarantee his own life. He didn't know when he would die. How could he guarantee the stable growth of his child?

Not to mention anything else, where could he find milk powder?

Would he let his child starve to death?

Lin Ru didn't eat well. Could her thin body support a child?

Being born was suffering. It didn't bring hope, but more painful despair.

Jin Yuanjiang fell to the ground, his expression somewhat dull.

Before the apocalypse, if he heard this news, he would laugh in his dreams, but now, it was like a needle stuck in his heart.

After a long time, Jin Yuanjiang said weakly: "Abort it. It's my fault, it's all my fault."

Lin Ru had expected this answer. It wasn't that she didn't want the child, but she was really helpless.

Lin Ru gently hummed, "You can hit my stomach, or go find medicine."

The former was automatically filtered out by Jin Yuanjiang. Medicine? Jin Yuanjiang was very confused.

Maybe there was some.

Jin Yuanjiang left the room like a walking corpse, thinking of looking in the warehouse.

Lin Ru's body was already weak. Would doing this be too harmful to her?

I really want to have a child.

Jin Yuanjiang, a big man, shed tears unconsciously.

Suddenly, Jin Yuanjiang remembered what Song Ling had said to him just now.

There was a base that could grow a lot of vegetables.

Jin Yuanjiang guessed that Song Ling was sent by the other side to poach him.

I want a child.

Before, Jin Yuanjiang was concerned about brotherhood. If they didn't let him down, he couldn't let them down. But in front of the child, that was bullshit.

Jin Yuanjiang found Song Ling, his expression extremely serious.

"You said that base is very strong. As long as they have twenty cans of milk powder, no, thirty cans, and can give me some vegetables regularly, I will sell my life to them."

"If they don't have it, or can't agree, then there's no need to talk."

Milk powder is only for babies, but at this time, mixing it with water can supplement nutrition, and even old people can eat it.

Song Ling nodded, but muttered in his heart, I don't know if Brother Chen has milk powder.

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