The garbage truck has definitely been upgraded by a mysterious big shot!

The garbage truck stopped next to the bus, and Bai Xizhu and Leng Yebai got out of the driver's seat.

Bai Xizhu was holding a bunch of green vegetables in her arms, freshly picked from the ground, so tender they looked like they could be squeezed for juice.

As long as you're brave enough, unafraid of zombies or mutated animals, you can always find something to eat on the land.

Besides wild vegetables, Bai Xizhu also had a lot of spinach in her arms—picked from the sheep village.

By this time, the zombies in Sheep Village had calmed down and gone home. The zombie king wouldn't even notice them stealing spinach.

Aside from the lush green vegetables, a dozen or so superhumans stared in disbelief at Leng Yebai.

In Leng Yebai's hand, he was holding a bloody, mangled wild boar. The wild boar was not an adult; it weighed only about 70 or 80 pounds.

It has long tusks and sharp sideburns, its whole body is black, and its mouth does not have black mucus; it is an edible wild boar.

Glug glug—

The rumbling stomachs of the dozen or so superhumans grew even louder, but they didn't rush over immediately; they just stood there, frozen in place.

Meat is extremely scarce in the post-apocalyptic world, and the artificial breeding industry has basically collapsed. It is very difficult for ordinary people to catch wild or edible mutant animals.

They knew that it was already a great favor that others had saved them, and it wouldn't be right for them to eat the pork they had eaten.

Well, of course, if they offer them food, they...won't refuse.

I'm so hungry!

Their situation is like when they were kids, going to someone's house to play, and they happened to find that the family was eating watermelon.

I want to eat it, but I'm too embarrassed.

Leng Yebai was straightforward and didn't give them a chance to be embarrassed. He placed the wild boar in front of a superhuman and gave him a dagger.

"We want the hind leg of the pig; you can eat the rest."

Leng Yebai's voice was cold and clear, but they heard it as if it were heavenly music.

"Okay!"

One of the superhumans glanced gratefully at the Bai family members and quickly began to tidy up.

Bai Zhengxuan took a large iron pot and a small piece of hot pot base off the bus and gave them to them.

The superhumans carefully lit the fire, staring intently at the large iron pot and hot pot broth in front of them, their stomachs growling louder and louder.