Wang Hao had seen these rural fields, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, small rivers, and such many times.

Not surprising at all.

But Sun Yaoyao and Xiaoyueyue were different.

One was born into a prominent family, always living in big cities, even overseas, and the other one was just a child, who hadn't been to many places.

Therefore, these two found the countryside fields to be quite new and interesting.

With Zhou Qing leading them, they had a great time and Zhou Qing even took them to the ancestral hall in Wang Family Village.

Inside, many ancestral tablets were worshipped, and even now, incense and offerings had never ceased, which was truly not easy.

They played until dinner time and then returned to Wang Deming's home.

Zhou Qing also came along, and by this time she and Sun Yaoyao had become quite familiar.

Zhou Qing surprisingly studied nursing in college, which matched well with Sun Yaoyao's field.

They had a lot to talk about.

Wang Deming's house was bustling with activity.

The kitchen was full of people, some cooking, some preparing dishes.

Wang Hao looked around, my goodness! It's quite something.

There was pork, lamb, chicken, duck, fish, all kinds of ingredients, and they all seemed freshly killed, still bloody!

These things wouldn't have been much before the apocalypse, but now, they're an unimaginable feast for most people.

Even for someone like Wang Hao, who had stocked up on supplies, it was beyond imagination.

After all, these ingredients were fresh!

His stocks were all frozen.

Bai Muran seemed to be chatting very well with Wang Deming, the two sitting on the living room sofa, having a great conversation, and hadn't stopped until now.

Wang Hao left Xiaoyueyue and Sun Yaoyao to Zhou Qing's care and went into the living room himself.

"Younger Brother Wang, done exploring? How's it outside?"

Seeing Wang Hao come over, Bai Muran asked with a smile.

"Not bad, this place is like a paradise."

Wang Hao sat down, picked up some seeds from the table, and started munching on his own.

Meanwhile, Bai Muran continued chatting with Wang Deming.

Wang Deming didn't try to talk to Wang Hao, as in his eyes, Bai Muran was the leader of this group.

Bai Muran tacitly accepted this, as he wanted to recruit this village, he naturally needed to appear impressive.

To Wang Hao, it didn't matter, there was nothing wrong with being a subordinate.

He just wanted to take it easy, the fewer troubles, the better.

"Village Chief Wang, is it true you have a water monster here?"

During their chat, Wang Hao suddenly looked up and asked unexpectedly.

"Ah?"

Wang Deming was taken aback, then his expression changed slightly: "Chief Wang, how did you know about the water monster?"

"Oh! I wandered over to a small bridge and was pulled back by Zhou Qing, she said there was a water monster there."

"Oh my! It's all my fault, it's my fault, I'm so forgetful, I forgot to warn you about such an important thing, almost endangered you all!"

Wang Deming looked very guilty.

"Water monster? What water monster?"

Bai Muran's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ah... Chief Bai, to be honest, our village isn't as safe as it appears, it's quite dangerous, otherwise I wouldn't have been so eager to get everyone out."

Wang Deming let out a long sigh, pulled out a Huazi cigarette, and took a deep puff:

"We haven't figured this out till now, but one night about a month and a half ago, a cow's moo was heard from that place, and villagers living nearby thought a cow had run over. They excitedly rushed to see, but never returned. The next day, when we organized to investigate, we saw a giant shadow surge out of the river, then it mooed and plunged back down.

Everyone was scared out of their wits, so we have strictly forbidden going near it since then. But a few brave, curious ones secretly went to check it out, all of whom, without exception, never came back."

"What?"

Bai Muran's face changed slightly, he looked at Wang Hao.

Wang Hao shrugged.

"Ah... Even though that thing hasn't come ashore yet, it doesn't mean it won't in the future!

If it finishes the food in the water, we might become its food."

Wang Deming sighed long and heavy, his face full of worry.

Bai Muran nodded, not saying much, but his eyes glimmered, thinking about something unknown to others.

Meanwhile, Wang Hao continued munching on seeds, looking detached and indifferent to the whole affair.

"Village Chief, the food is ready, what do you think...."

A hefty lady with broad shoulders and a stout waist came running over.

"Serve the dishes, today we must entertain these officials well, bring out the few cases of Maotai I've treasured, today we drink until we're satisfied."

Wang Deming waved his hand, and various rural dishes started being brought to the table.

Wang Hao, with Sun Yaoyao and Xiaoyueyue, joined Bai Muran and Wang Deming, along with the village's various "top members" at one table.

The guards were accompanied by other villagers.

"What a feast!"

Looking at the food on the table, even Wang Hao's eyes lit up. This level of banquet was almost equivalent to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast before the apocalypse.

My goodness!

The table was piled high with various hearty dishes, and most importantly, these delightful dishes were made with fresh ingredients.

Wang Hao ate a piece of pork, his eyes involuntarily brightened: "Delicious!"

"Hmm! This meat is so tasty!"

Even the pampered Sun Yaoyao couldn't help but praise.

"Hehe, this is our village's free-range pork, the black pigs, their taste is incomparable with those industrial pigs.

Back before, during the slaughter season for the New Year, city folks would pay high prices to have people come buy them, but we didn't sell, we didn't even have enough for ourselves!"

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