Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1603 Powerful Zombies Attack

Zhonghuashan National Forest Park.

The sunlight is sparse, and the morning sun is shining brightly.

White smoke was coming out of the chimney of a house on the top of the mountain.

In the stove of the house.

The flames burned and the dry wood crackled.

The water in the iron pot has boiled and is bubbling.

A middle-aged woman took out four tortillas from a cloth bag, broke them open and crushed them little by little.

Throw the crushed tortillas into this huge iron pot.

Dry corn is difficult to swallow because it contains too little water.

So many survivors chose to cook the tortillas into paste after buying them. One tortilla can be cooked into a pot of paste.

But there are more than twenty people in Qingtianyuan. Just putting a piece of corn tortilla in it will be very, very watery, and there will be no taste at all after drinking it.

4 tortillas, calculated and perfect, not too stringy and not too watery.

Since the tortillas were introduced at the trade fair, they have been sought after by survivors.

It is small in size, yet has sufficient quantity and a long shelf life.

You can eat it directly, cook it into paste, or roast it.

You can even fold the tortilla in half and put some meat or vegetables in the middle to make a pie.

The tortilla softens quickly when it comes into contact with hot water.

The middle-aged woman held a long iron spoon and stirred vigorously with both hands.

Soon.

The kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of corn paste.

At this moment, another woman came in from outside. She took a basin of chopped vegetables and poured them all into the big iron pot.

"Don't cook it for too long. If you cook it for too long, it will become lumps and won't taste good." Putting down the bamboo basket, she said to the woman stirring the food.

"Don't worry, I've cooked it so many times, it won't get messy this time."

"Aunt Zhao, when is it good? I can smell the fragrance outside and I'm starving." A head popped in from the door, and Lin Lu asked with a smile.

Aunt Zhao, who was stirring the corn paste, turned her head and saw Lin Lu, and replied with a smile:
"It's almost done. In a few minutes, you can call everyone to come for dinner."

"Okay." Lin Lu ran outside excitedly.

"It's time to eat." He drew out the tone and shouted.

Eating is the happiest moment of his day. No happiness can make people feel happier than the feeling of having a full stomach after eating.

The survivors of the apocalypse have been in a state of hunger for a long time.

Especially in a team, fairness becomes extremely important to ensure harmony, stability and unity.

Everyone eats together, and everyone's portion is distributed fairly.

People who do more physical work can eat half a spoonful more, and those who contribute less can eat half a spoonful less.

Most of the time, they couldn't eat enough.

Following Lin Lu's shout, people upstairs and downstairs, as well as those who were loosening the soil outside, came running over instantly.

They took their respective food bowls and came to the yard outside the kitchen.

In the kitchen.

Aunt Zhao used a large spoon to scoop the corn paste from the iron pot into a plastic bucket.

The plastic bucket is large and can hold dozens of liters of water.

After scooping the corn paste from the iron pot into the plastic bucket, she scooped a little water with a plastic spoon and poured it into the iron pot.

The iron spoon kept scraping the edge of the iron pot, scraping off the remaining layer of corn paste in the pot.

Then stir with an iron spoon and scoop the remaining corn paste in the iron pot into a plastic bucket.

This would be just hot pot water before the end of the world, but in this end of the world where supplies and food are extremely scarce, not a single bit of food can be wasted.

The iron pot was washed very clean, and then Aunt Zhao and Aunt Feng went out carrying a plastic bucket.

Boom!
The plastic bucket fell in front of the wooden table with a dull sound.

Aunt Zhao used the long iron spoon inserted into the plastic bucket to vigorously stir the paste inside to incorporate the hot pot water on the surface.

Snapped!
"Bring me a bowl."

Everyone lined up in order and took the rice bowls.

Bang!

Aunt Zhao scooped a full spoonful of corn paste into Lin Lu's rice bowl. It was a bit sticky and yellow with green.

The yellow one is corn paste, and the green one is the sweet potato leaves that Aunt Li just put in.

Sweet potato is a treasure from head to toe. It is easy to grow and can grow by cuttings.

Moreover, it does not require much water resources and has a high output.

The leaves can be used as vegetables, and the rhizomes can be used as staple food.

Aunt Zhao scooped two full spoonfuls of corn paste into Lin Lu's rice bowl.

Lin Lu picked up the rice bowl and walked back to the wooden table.

The cooked corn paste doesn’t look very good, it looks a bit like poop, and before the end of the world it was used to feed pigs.

But in the end times, this is a rare food.

After all, tortillas contain salt and cooking oil, both of which are essential to the human body.

Without salt, people would not have the energy to work.

Without oil and water, the whole person looks malnourished, and even the hair becomes dry, yellow and split.

Under the supervision of everyone, Aunt Zhao distributed different amounts of corn paste to everyone according to their division of labor and contributions.

And she finally gave herself the beating.

This will ensure the greatest possible fairness.

Zheng Hanbing scooped two spoonfuls of corn paste and started drinking.

Slimy.

The whole yard was filled with the same sound, and no one spoke.

They were already hungry and sometimes woke up from hunger in the middle of the night. When they had something to eat in the morning, they had no time to chat.

After Lin Lu drank up the corn paste in the rice bowl, he licked the bowl.

I looked up and saw Aunt Zhao put down her chopsticks, poured two basins of water into the plastic bucket, and washed them quickly.

Each person was given another spoonful of the corn porridge, which was as thin as it could be.

A few minutes later.

Zheng Hanbing put down his chopsticks and rice bowl and put the rice bowl into the small package behind him.

He saw that others were still eating, so he didn't urge them.

They walked to the gate of the yard and checked the shoulder pole and basket again. The basket was full of vegetables, which were half of the vegetables they had planted recently.

The remaining half was air-dried and made into dried vegetables, which was easier to preserve.

The baskets were packed tightly, and all twenty baskets were filled with vegetables.

One basket weighs nearly 50 kilograms, and two baskets weigh up to 100 kilograms.

There are 1000 kilograms of vegetables here. According to the average price of vegetables purchased at the trading market, which is about 0.35 points per vegetable, they can probably sell them for 350 points.

The purchase price at the trading bazaar is one point less than the selling price.

If they could sell them themselves at the trade fair, they could earn dozens more points.

But they have so many vegetables that they may not be able to sell them all at once. If they are kept for too long, the vegetables will become stale and will be even harder to sell.

A pound of vegetables costs more than a tortilla.

This is inevitable. After all, corn tortillas contain starch, which can fill you up and provide energy to the body.

Although vegetables are rich in vitamins, they cannot fill you up.

For most survivors, what they care more about is whether they can have enough to eat.

Moreover, when selling in the commercial area of the trading market, one either sets up a stall or rents a shop to sell the goods.

There are also certain fees for setting up stalls.

If they only have a few dozen kilograms of vegetables, they can rent a small stall. The stall fee is relatively cheap, and the small quantity can sell out quickly.

But they now have 1000 kilograms of vegetables, so the stall they rent must be larger.

After comprehensive consideration, they still felt that it would be more appropriate to sell it to the trading market.

There are many level 3 non-staff members in the trading market, and they are the main group that can afford to consume vegetables.

After checking the vegetables in the basket, Zheng Hanbing covered it with the cloth again.

There was some worry in his eyes. The last time he led a team to the trading market, he was targeted. He wondered if he would be robbed this time.

When we get close to the trading market, we still have to take the mountain road, he thought to himself.

After a while, when the people who had set out to sell vegetables had finished their meals, they came out with their weapons in hand and put their cold weapons into the baskets.

"Brother Zheng, when are we leaving?"

Zheng Hanbing looked at the sky and saw that the sun had already risen.

So he walked into the yard and said to Lin Muguang: "Captain Lin, let's set off." Lin Muguang stood up, walked over to him, patted his shoulder and said:

"Be careful on the road. If you really encounter a robber, just drop the basket and run. Vegetables are important, but your life is more important."

"Don't worry, I know. Let's go." Zheng Hanbing nodded, turned and walked out of the yard.

Lin Muguang watched them leave.

Zheng Hanbing led nine people, carrying vegetables on shoulder poles, and walked down the mountain.

Each of them carried 100 kilograms of vegetables, and this weight was not too much of a burden for them.

The difficulty lies in carrying these 100 kilograms of vegetables for nearly 30 kilometers.

In the morning they are the ones who eat the most, so they have food in their stomachs and have the energy to work.

The shoulder pole was bent by the weight of the baskets. They carried the heavy baskets, and the rhythm of their breathing and the up and down swing of the shoulder pole formed a certain fixed frequency.

This is their secret to carrying such heavy objects for thirty kilometers.

Starting at around eight in the morning, four hours passed in a flash.

They walked at a speed of five kilometers per hour, taking two five-minute breaks.

at noon.

They found a shady place to stop and rest.

The sun is shining brightly.

They sat under the tree and took off their bamboo hats to fan themselves.

"Brother Zheng, how far is it?" asked a young man with a mole on the tip of his nose.

Zheng Hanbing looked around, thought for a moment and said:

"At our speed, we should be there in another three hours. Let's take a half-hour break, eat something and drink some water before we get going again."

"Why is it still so hot in October?" said someone next to Zheng Hanbing.

"Yeah, it's so hot, gulp gulp."

"Eat. I'm starving."

They are now taking the main road, which is easier to travel on.

Now it is calculated that there are about ten kilometers left. If he takes the main road, it will only take two hours. However, in order to avoid encountering highway robbers, he decided to take the mountain road for the last five kilometers.

To avoid encountering robbers and thugs.

Zheng Hanbing said to everyone, "Everyone keep an eye on the surroundings. If you spot a zombie, warn everyone immediately."

"Don't worry, if the zombies come, we can pierce them with a spear." The young man with a mole on the tip of his nose said with a smile.

His nose was covered in sweat, making his mole even more obvious.

"Xiao Wu, hey! You can't say that." A middle-aged man who is a little older said:

"Just be careful anyway."

When they were on the road, they encountered two waves of zombies, but there were only a few of them.

Moreover, it was under the sun and moved very slowly, so it was easily solved.

Zheng Hanbing took a tortilla out of the package, broke off a small piece, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

This tortilla has been around for a while and tastes a bit hard.

It is also dry and feels like a pile of powder after chewing it, which is difficult to swallow.

It is rare for people like them to be able to eat a piece of tortilla alone.

They have to carry heavy objects for such a long distance, and they don't have the energy to carry them if they are not full.

They ate dry corn tortillas and picked some vegetables from time to time to go with their rice.

This can be considered as an invisible benefit of them selling things.

Zheng Hanbing took a bite of the tortilla and drank a sip of water.

Looking at the vegetables in the basket, he felt a little sad. These vegetables could only be exchanged for more than 1200 tortillas.

There are more than 20 people in their team. If each person eats two tortillas a day, these vegetables can only be exchanged for enough tortillas to supply them for one month.

难唉
rustle~
Suddenly a gust of wind blew.

It takes away the heat and makes people feel cool all over.

Zheng Hanbing squinted his eyes and felt the cool breeze.

Roar!
Swish!
"what!!!"

A scream suddenly came from behind!

Zheng Hanbing shuddered all over and saw Xiaowu, who was peeing not far away, being knocked down by a zombie.

The zombie was huge, with an extremely sturdy upper body.

"Power zombie!" Zheng Hanbing exclaimed, and the next second, he picked up a machete from the ground and rushed over.

"Xiao Wu, hold on!" Several other people also noticed it and rushed over there with weapons in hand.

Xiao Wu used both hands to press hard on the forehead and chin of the power zombie to prevent the zombie from biting him.

But this power zombie was too strong, and its mouth was getting closer and closer to Xiaowu's head.

"Ahhh!! I can't hold on any longer!"

Click!

The zombie's sharp teeth bit Xiaowu's face.

Stab it!

Half of Xiaowu's face was bitten off by the zombies.

"Ah!! Me!" Xiaowu cried out in pain.

Click!

The zombie bit his face a few more times, and Xiao Wu became completely motionless.

And all this happened in just two or three seconds.

Pfft!

A middle-aged man holding a carrying pole with sharpened ends stabbed it into the zombie's head.

This power zombie had his head pierced by a carrying pole.

thump!
Fell on Xiaowu.

This powerful zombie happened to be pressing on Xiaowu, and it hadn't eaten for a long time, so as soon as it caught Xiaowu, it couldn't wait to eat him.

Under normal circumstances, when the power zombies stand up, it is difficult to attack them at close range.

"Xiao Wu!" Zheng Hanbing let out a cry of grief.

How could the living person who was just chatting with me die in front of me?

As the team leader, he has the greatest responsibility.

And Xiaowu is the youngest in their team.

Everyone pushed the powerful zombie away together, looking at the bloody Xiaowu, everyone's faces were filled with grief.

Xiaowu is so active and young, but
"Damn!" A man looked at Xiaowu's body and couldn't help but curse.

Then he stabbed the zombie corpse several times with the spear.

"Ugh"

"Brother Zheng, what should we do now?" asked Jie Dali.

Zheng Hanbing looked at the bushes not far away, sighed and said:

"Dig a hole for Xiaowu, don't let the zombies eat his body."