Stock Up For Natural Disasters And Cubs Survive – CH77

Chapter 77

The moment Wei Cheng climbed down from the tower, he was almost knocked over by the big black dog waiting at the bottom of the ladder.

At first, Little Apricot was excited. But as soon as he caught the scent of blood, he planted his forepaws against the ground, shook his head anxiously, and started barking at his brother.

At that moment, footsteps sounded not far away.

Wei Cheng instinctively hid his injured hand behind his back, then gently pinched the black dog’s muzzle. “Shh. Don’t bark. Brother’s fine.”

The uncles and aunties from the farm were striding over, talking and laughing.

They were all drenched in sweat under their heavy body armor, but their faces were full of excitement and exhilaration.

Aunt Sumin gripped her long gun and said indignantly, “Watcher Community actually sent forty or fifty people to attack our little farm! Do you think they’ll come again today?”

“If they come, let them come! If they’re not afraid of dying, then come on!” Sun Dali said hot-bloodedly. “I think the people from Watcher Community are pretty mediocre!”

This was his first real run-in with Watcher Community. Before, he had only heard stories about how arrogant their hunters were and how they gunned down small bases and looted their supplies.

Yi Qi tucked his helmet under his arm and shook his head. “They knew to split into three groups. One group set fires as a feint, another used grappling claws to climb the wall for the main assault, and then there was an elite cleanup team at the end. They weren’t that mediocre. If it were us, wouldn’t we have used the same strategy? We had the advantage because we drilled day after day and trained with ammunition like it was pebbles. More importantly, we had a heavy machine gun. In front of absolute firepower, no matter how capable someone is, they’re just a pile of mangled flesh!”

Shen Zheng thought for a moment, then said, “A short-lived victory is worth celebrating, but we can’t let it go to our heads and become arrogant. We need to keep practicing our shooting even more from now on. We can’t slack off.”

They all knew that Chengcheng and Guanguan’s resources were limited. The children could only buy resources by completing missions and earning “money.” What would happen if one day they ran out of it? As adults, they needed to stay calm and figure out how to protect both the farm and the children.

The moment he said this, everyone sobered up a few degrees.

Sun Dali scratched the back of his head. “The two of you are right. I got too excited just now.”

Wei Cheng, who had been silent all along, suddenly said, “Watcher Community probably won’t come again. The elite squad the heavy machine gun wiped out was their command team for this operation. But just in case, the uncles and aunties will still need to take turns patrolling tonight.”

“No problem. Leave this to us.” Yi Qi said, “Chengcheng, you and Director Wang go back and get some rest. We’re going to clear the enemy weapons outside and deal with the bodies. There’s too much blood around here. It’ll attract zombies.”

Director Wang wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief. “No, let Chengcheng go sleep. I’ll come help too!”

Everyone urged the old man to take care of himself and not stay up if he could avoid it.

In the end, it was Sumin who said, “Uncle Wang, you have to take care of your health. You still need to see these four grandsons grow up, get married, and have children.”

Only then did the old man stop insisting on helping clear the hunters’ corpses.

As for Little Apricot, he followed Uncle Yi and the others out of the farm.

When Wei Cheng returned to the safe house, all he saw was the warm little home, cozy and quiet in the soft yellow glow. On the cloud-shaped sofa lay one chubby child, fast asleep with the little gray dog in his arms.

The small flower-pattern blanket had fallen to the floor.

Both little ones were sleeping deeply.

They were still babies who needed lots of sleep.

Wei Cheng had just taken a step forward when his gaze fell on his black gloves, soaked through with blood.

With one hand, he took off his body armor and then pulled out the small first-aid kit from under the tea table.

When he peeled off the gloves, he felt that raw, tearing pain of flesh separating from cloth. But his expression did not change as he decisively ripped the glove free from the wound.

There was a narrow, two-centimeter gash on his right thumb. The flesh was split open, and the blood that had already clotted started flowing again.

That was when the heavy machine gun had kicked back the first time. His hand had slammed hard into the sharp metal edge below.

He quickly pressed two tissues over the endlessly bleeding wound.

“Brother…”

Guanguan rubbed his eyes and sat up. The little gray pup beside him just rolled over and kept sleeping.

Wei Cheng had just started to hide his injured hand again when Guanguan threw himself into his arms, making the small sofa shake three times.

“Brother’s hand turned red. It’s bleeding!”

Knowing he could not hide it, Wei Cheng said softly, “Brother’s fine. It’s just a little blood.”

He added, “Baby should go upstairs and sleep. Brother will come up soon too.”

Guanguan hugged his arm tightly, his eyes rimmed red. “No, no. Brother is bleeding. Brother hurts…”

Wei Cheng thought for a moment and said, “Then Guanguan can help Brother open the first-aid kit, okay?”

Guanguan jumped off the sofa, opened the kit, and pulled out the roll of white bandage from the top. “This one?”

Wei Cheng smiled. “Guanguan is so smart. Yes, that one.”

He took out disinfectant and pain-relief spray, removed the tissues, sprayed the wound several times, and then wrapped it in white gauze.

The whole time, Guanguan stood there with his little hands tucked in, eyes red, staring fixedly at his brother’s wound.

Wei Cheng held out the bandaged hand to him. “Look, Brother’s hand isn’t red anymore.”

But Guanguan just threw himself into his brother’s arms without saying anything.

Wei Cheng gently stroked the child’s head. “What’s wrong?”

“Brother…” Guanguan said softly, miserable, “when Baby’s tummy hurts, Baby has to tell Brother, uncles, and Grandpa. But your hand turned red and you didn’t say…”

Wei Cheng went silent for a moment. “Brother doesn’t hurt.”

Guanguan frowned. “It hurts!”

He patted his own knee. “When Baby ran in the sand pile and fell down, it hurt!”

Wei Cheng sighed. He did not dare tell the lie that bleeding didn’t hurt. He was afraid that if Guanguan got hurt and bled someday, he might hide it too.

“All right. Actually, bleeding really does hurt.”

Lowering his eyes, Wei Cheng said, “Brother used to… be used to hurting all by himself. When other people worry about Brother, it feels like too much trouble for them.” And besides, there were so many things happening on the farm. He had so much to do. He did not want to disrupt everyone’s plans because of himself.

Guanguan actually understood the grown-up meaning this time. He raised his little hand. “Baby is your Guanguan. Baby can know!”

Wei Cheng’s heart softened, and he smiled. “Mm. Only my Guanguan can know. The farm is safe for now, so let’s go upstairs and sleep.”

He had just bent down to pick up the blanket when a chubby little hand snatched it first.

“Let Guanguan do it!”

Wei Cheng was a little thirsty, and his gaze drifted toward the cup on the tea table. But then a gust of wind rushed past his feet, and Guanguan came running back with the cup in both hands. “Brother, drink water!”

Guanguan was even eager to help his brother bathe.

Wei Cheng said, “Brother can just rinse off quickly by himself. If you get wet, then Brother will have to wash you too.”

Guanguan thought about it, then stood on tiptoe and pulled down his little duck basin.

Then he randomly picked out a yellow rubber duck with a tuft of pink fluff on its head.

“Brother, this little duck can keep you company while you bathe!”

Wei Cheng laughed. “All right. Then go sleep under the blanket.”

When he finished rinsing off and returned to bed, Guanguan still had not fallen asleep. As soon as he saw him come back, he scooted over close. “Brother, does your hand hurt?”

Wei Cheng answered honestly, “A little. I accidentally tugged it just now.”

The moment he heard that, Guanguan pressed his lips together.

Wei Cheng quickly added, “But it’s okay. By tomorrow morning, when the wound starts healing, Brother won’t hurt anymore. Sometimes when you eat too much at night and your tummy hurts, it doesn’t hurt the next day anymore, right?”

Guanguan scratched his head and yawned. “That’s right.”

The little room fell into darkness.

Just as Wei Cheng was silently replaying everything that had happened tonight in his mind, he suddenly heard Guanguan’s tiny voice. “Brother…”

“What is it?” Wei Cheng used his uninjured hand to gently pat Guanguan’s back.

Guanguan giggled. “Brother came to Guanguan at eight years old to be a big brother. Guanguan was already your little brother when Guanguan was three. Isn’t Guanguan amazing?”

Wei Cheng laughed softly. “Very amazing.” Though the child had apparently returned all the counting Director Wang had taught him over the past few months.

Satisfied, Guanguan kicked the new flower-pattern blanket with his chubby leg. “If Brother feels bad, you have to say it. Guanguan is not other people, okay?”

“Mm. Guanguan isn’t other people. Guanguan is Brother’s…” Wei Cheng said softly, “only family.”

When the sun rose, the farm welcomed a new day.

What none of them knew was that the death of Wu Qiang, one of Watcher Community’s rising stars, in Wuqing Mountain had caused a huge uproar.

This battle made all the bases in Yu City aware of the existence of this little farm.

It made Full-Belly Farm famous in one battle.

Countless survivors, drawn by the news, were now heading toward the farm.

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