Bucephalus didn't like going to the stables, at least not in the summer. Compared to the narrow stables, the wide grassland was obviously more comfortable.
After playing with Bucephalus for a while, he checked the time and found that he didn't have his watch with him, but Hershel's pocket watch was still on him.
Although the pocket watch is old, it still tells accurate time.
9:45.
"Remember to have Meru prepare a saddle for Bucephalus. Don't let Bucephalus feel too uncomfortable. If he doesn't like it, tell me again."
"Okay, I'll do it after I send you back."
"No need. The prison is very safe. There's no need to follow me all the time. I appreciate it, but it's really unnecessary. Besides, I still need to talk to someone."
"Is that Sean?"
"Um."
"Then it's really inconvenient for me. I'll go."
"Well, thank you for your hard work."
…
After saying goodbye to Sean, it was almost eleven o'clock. With nothing else to do, Carl quickly returned home.
Beth had long been accustomed to Carl's occasional disappearances and just kept it as a habit.
Just like now, although Beth was very sleepy, she still leaned against the head of the bed with the bedside lamp on.
"You don't have to wait for me." Carl sighed helplessly.
"It's okay, I'm not sleepy." Beth smiled.
"I think this is a different kind of coercion, like silent resistance. You won't sleep until I come back." Carl said with a smile.
"Damn it, who do you think wants to wait for you? I just can't sleep." Beth gave Carl a cold look.
Karl smiled indifferently, "I'll go take a shower first. By the way, have you written your diary?"
"I wrote it." Beth pouted and changed from leaning against the headboard to lying down. "June 27th is Carl's birthday. Everyone is very happy, including Carl."
"Very good. I'm beginning to like your brief narrative style, but is there any need to add the last sentence?"
"Is necessary."
"Okay. No need to wait for me, go to bed first." Carl walked into the bathroom again with his change of clothes.
Mysophobia is deeply rooted in Carl, like a stubborn disease that is like a maggot attached to his bones.
In addition to his mysophobia, Carl loves taking baths and enjoys the feeling of water flowing over his skin.
After taking a shower, I returned to the room. Good thing Beth was still awake.
Karl smiled helplessly, sat on the bed, and looked at Beth, "Aren't you sleepy?"
"Not bad." Beth fiddled with the pocket watch that Carl had just placed on the bedside, looking quite interested. "He actually gave this to you."
"Yes, a coming-of-age present."
"Then will you still wear the watch I gave you?" Beth turned her head to look at Carl.
"Of course." Carl smiled, "After all, I'm used to checking the time on my wrist."
Beth nodded in satisfaction, "That's good enough. Your hair is almost dry."
Carl understood, touched his hair, which was still a little wet, and sat down at the head of the bed next to Beth.
Beth handed the pocket watch to Carl, who silently put it back on the bedside table.
"It's been almost three years, right? Since everything happened." Beth turned her head to look at Carl, narrowed her eyes slightly, and could hardly open them.
"Well, we have known each other for almost three years, and the disaster has been three years. In three years..."
"It's like a dream." Beth continued Carl's words.
"Yes, it's like a dream, but now it's time to really dream. It's late, go to bed."
"Good night, dear."
"You too, my darling."
…
In the early morning, the sun rises very early in summer, and the sky begins to get light just after six o'clock.
Carl's biological clock was as accurate as ever. Beth was still sleeping soundly. Carl kissed Beth lightly on the cheek and got up carefully.
I washed up first, and then ate a piece of bread for breakfast, although because of the disaster, technology had regressed a lot.
But there is no problem in making simple bread, and the prison even has experience in successfully making oatmeal.
It's a pity there is no milk. If it's just hot water, Carl won't like it.
After breakfast, Carl went downstairs. It had been three years, and he had only been in prison for a little over two years.
I spent less than two years in prison, and only a year and a half to settle down.
In the past year and a half, the prison has undergone some changes. First of all, the population has increased.
Carl just looked at the headcount the day before yesterday, and there were 534 people, young and old.
However, the prison did not undergo a new round of expansion. During the first round of expansion, the prison staff had the foresight to expand it a lot.
Even with more than 500 people now, the prison still won't be crowded, and neither will the residential area in the first zone.
After all, this is a prison that can accommodate thousands of people.
There were more than five hundred people, of which there were exactly one hundred combatants excluding the leadership.
Among them, fifty are responsible for guarding the prison and ensuring its security, thirty are responsible for several strongholds, and twenty are responsible for exploration.
This was determined a year ago when there were only close to 400 people. Although there were more people later, the combat manpower was not increased, only some were replaced.
A ratio of nearly five to one is actually very extreme.
Before the end of the world, this ratio was almost impossible, but after the catastrophe, most of the surviving humans were middle-aged men and women, so this ratio could be achieved.
As for other people, they all have their own jobs to maintain the stable development of the prison.
After three years, it has become difficult to find any useful supplies in the outside world, especially food.
The current prison model is more self-sufficient, and wheat, which grows in an area that exceeds most of the second area, is the main source of food for the prison population.
And there are no other survivor camps nearby. There used to be, but now they are all integrated into the prison.
Apart from the most important personnel, there are not too many exaggerated changes in other aspects. As for weapons, they are barely enough to equip these one hundred people. This is one of the reasons why the number of people is stabilized at one hundred.
There is no shortage of food. We still have a lot of wheat from last year, and today's wheat will be mature in a few months, so it looks like there will be a lot left.
The only thing that is really in short supply is medicine, which is truly a sourceless supply. A year ago, the prison had very little medicine left.
Fortunately, Carl discovered this in time and sent people to several distant hospitals. At the same time, he strictly controlled the use of prison medicines, so that the prison would not be in a state where there was no medicine available at a certain time.
Of course, due to the issue of drug control, there were some conflicts and some bloodshed, but fortunately the problem was not serious.
It has been resolved, so there is naturally nothing to mention.
Carl walked out of the first area, passed through the second area, and came to the third area.
We didn't meet many people along the way. Except for the guards and patrols on duty, most of the others were still sleeping.
After all, it's the end of the world. There are no more annoying alarm clocks and fear of being late for work.
Although most people also have jobs, Carl feels that it is necessary for many people to have a job now.
Find something to do. After all, when people are idle, they tend to think about random things, and unrestrained thoughts are always the source of cholera.
What's more, most people's work is not hard, it's very easy, so they should be satisfied.
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