Chapter 130 Canned Herring
"Xiao Ai, what's knocking on the door outside?" Zhang Tuohai asked nervously.
He made up his mind that if there really was a ghost outside, he would never get entangled with it and would run away immediately.
"The one knocking on the door is Wangcai, Commander, you forgot it outside . ︿(￣︶￣)︿" Xiao Ai said helplessly.
Pop.
Zhang Tuohai slapped his head.
Indeed, after he threw Wangcai onto the boulder, he forgot about the incident.
In fact, this cannot be blamed on him. It's all because the purple supply box was too tempting and attracted all his attention. If you want to blame someone, just blame the developers of those road survival games .
Zhang Tuohai opened the car door.
Wangcai was shivering outside the door, with a layer of white snow on his head, making him look like a snow fox.
As soon as the door opened, Wangcai rushed in.
"A-choo! I'm freezing to death. I'm almost freezing to death." Wangcai sneezed and then ran to the stove.
Wangcai leaned close to the stove, almost putting his whole body inside it, and glared at Zhang Tuohai.
"Tell me, how many times have you locked me out? Do you still have me in your heart? Are you worthy of the clothes I wash for you every day?"
" Definitely next time, definitely next time." Zhang Tuohai said embarrassedly.
"No, you must give me an explanation this time, otherwise, I will throw the supply box on your head next time." Wangcai glared at him.
"Is this okay?" Zhang Tuohai pushed two sausages in front of Wangcai.
"Do you think I can be bribed so easily?" Wangcai licked his lips and his voice softened unconsciously.
"Add this." Zhang Tuohai put another box of canned herring in front of Wangcai.
No one knew which unlucky guy’s car this thing was found in. Zhang Tuohai had thrown it into a corner and suddenly remembered it today.
"Fish!" Seeing the fish painted on the can, Wangcai flapped his big ears up and down twice without saying anything.
"Don't want it? Then give it back to me." Zhang Tuohai pretended to take it back.
Bang!
A furry little paw pressed down on the can.
"Well, considering your sincerity, let's just let this matter go."
Wangcai moved the can of herring in front of himself.
"That's what you said. This matter is written off." Zhang Tuohai said, trying not to laugh.
"Don't worry, we, the desert fox clan, are very trustworthy. We are much more trustworthy than you treacherous two-legged animals." Wangcai said, patting his chest.
"Okay, then you continue to sleep. I'm going to continue on my way." Zhang Tuohai returned to his seat and asked Xiao Ai to continue on their journey, preparing to find a few more supply boxes before dawn.
Wangcai huddled beside the stove, roasting himself by the fire while flipping through the can of herring in his hand.
"It's almost dawn, so it's not too early for me to have breakfast now, right?" Wangcai glanced at the clock. It was only four o'clock in the morning, and there were still two hours before dawn.
"Oh, never mind. It's just a two-hour difference. At most, I can just eat something earlier at noon."
Wangcai hooked his claws and pulled open the pull ring on the can.
Wangcai put his nose close to it.
The smell of biological weapons almost made Wangcai pass out.
"Cough, cough, cough, ugh—"
Wangcai retched and almost vomited out yesterday's dinner.
"Be careful. If you vomit in the car, you are responsible for cleaning it up."
Zhang Tuohai turned around and gave a warning.
"Zhang Tuohai, what on earth is this? Did you put Ollie in the can?" For the first time, Wangcai regretted that his nose was too sensitive.
The smell of this can is just like biological weapons. Even if you cover your nose, the smell still lingers, and you feel unclean.
"Don't talk nonsense. This is their specialty food. This is how it tastes. You may not like it, but don't criticize it indiscriminately. Otherwise, be careful of those NGOs who form groups to attack you."
"Look at you. You're a male fox, and you're not a vegetarian. Your fur isn't even black, and your sexual orientation is normal. You don't even have a buff on you, and you expect to fight those guys. Aren't you afraid of being sprayed to death?"
Zhang Tuohai said, shaking his head.
"This thing is too disgusting." Wangcai pushed the can of herring aside with disgust.
"If you don't like it, just throw it into the fertilizer box. Don't leave it here where it's an eyesore." Zhang Tuohai moved to the side. He didn't like the smell either.
Although he was willing to respect other people's living habits and food culture, things like canned herrings still exceeded his sensory bottom line.
Zhang Tuohai silently expelled it from the food list in his heart.
The same treatment also includes blue cheese, pickled shark meat, pickled seabirds...
Wangcai was unwilling to do it at first.
But it lay there for half an hour, and seeing that Zhang Tuohai was still indifferent, it finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw the can of herring into the fertilizer maker.
Crash.
After the fertilizer making machine is put into operation, the canned herrings are transformed into black, highly efficient fertilizer.
The bad smell disappeared.
Seeing that Wangcai had finished the job, Zhang Tuohai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, he almost couldn't bear it and went to deal with the cans. Fortunately, Wangcai was the first to give in.
It's not that Zhang Tuohai is lazy. Just now, whoever goes to pick up the cans first will basically be contracted for similar work in the future. This is his profound summary of his position as a family brother for more than ten years.
The car continued to move forward, and within an hour, he found two white supply boxes.
There was nothing wrong with the two supply boxes, they were placed neatly in the middle of the road.
One contained five servings of roujiamo, and the other contained a bowl of spicy soup.
"You can't even give me a set of food." Zhang Tuohai finished the roujiamo and spicy soup while they were still hot.
It’s a pity that the dumplings that Zhang Tuohai had just cooked could only be fried before eating at noon.
Zhang Tuohai looked at his watch. It was already past five in the morning and almost six.
After exploring in the middle of the night, Zhang Tuohai could conclude that what the game system said was true. The explosion rate at night was indeed much higher than during the day, but the danger would also increase a lot.
Players still have a way out, but how it works depends on the choices they make.
However, what makes Zhang Tuohai curious is why the people from the Skeleton Caravan haven't come to trade yet. Are they so patient and unable to resist the temptation?
Even if you are really not interested, it is unlikely that no one would even ask about the price.
Zhang Tuohai was full of doubts. He didn't know that the observer of the Skeleton Team was almost going crazy at this time, because he couldn't contact his boss Guzman.
