Chapter 631 Niche Vocabulary

The lost city is not large.

After all, there aren't many of them.

According to Feng Ming, the base has a total of over 11,000 people, of whom more than 3,000 are superhumans. The highest level of superhuman is level six, and there are five of them.

This was cultivated by the base through a special effort to accumulate resources.

There are hundreds of other level-five ability users, and the high-end combat force is only a fraction of the total number of ability users.

The remaining 2,000 are level 4 ability users, and the remaining 1,000 are level 3 ability users.

Overall, the Lost City's population and the strength of its supernatural abilities are actually quite impressive.

I heard that their current location was originally in the suburbs, but they moved to the countryside as the number of zombies increased.

That migration resulted in devastating losses, reducing the population from over 30,000 to just over 10,000; almost one in three people died.

However, it was indeed much safer after arriving in the countryside, which is why the levels of the superhumans in the base were able to remain so stable.

Inside the base, after more than a year of construction, apart from some houses that are still original rural courtyards, all the other houses are newly built, and each household has been given a kang (heated brick bed).

In this weather, without a heated brick bed, it's too cold to sleep at night; there's simply no way to survive.

The place where Ling Ran and the others are now is in the center of the base, which is considered the base's canteen.

The building has four floors in total. The first and second floors are for ordinary people, the third floor is the stir-fry area, and the fourth floor is a special area for people with superpowers.

Here, you can eat with very few points.

Of course, if you want to cook for yourself, you can go to the third floor or buy groceries and cook for yourself.

At this moment, Ling Ran and the others are in a private room on the fourth floor. In addition to the public dining area, there are also five private rooms on the fourth floor.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat, sir?" Feng Ming looked at Ling Ran, his eyes shining. "If so, I'll have someone ask if it can be made."

Their base has relatively little meat.

Feng Ming said embarrassedly, "Our base has relatively little meat, and not many kinds of vegetables either."

Pei Xiu said speechlessly, "...Then just eat whatever's available."

"We have not been hospitable enough."

The Lost City is indeed poor.

Even those with superpowers cannot eat meat every day, even if they have points.

The base currently produces mostly high-yield or cold-resistant foods such as potatoes, cabbage, sweet potatoes, and corn.

"It's alright, Lord Feng. We can tell you're really broke just by looking at you," Pei Xiu kindly reassured him.

"..." Are you being polite?

As they were talking, there was a knock on the door of the private room, which was then opened, and someone came to serve the dishes.

Two dishes were served at once. The first dish was a hearty one: stewed green beans, potatoes, and corn. The second dish was stir-fried cabbage with vinegar.

Then, we made candied sweet potatoes, steamed sweet potatoes, sweet potato soup, stir-fried greens, French fries, hot and sour shredded potatoes, and loofah and egg soup.

In short, there was absolutely no trace of meat in it.

Only at the very end did they bring over a bowl of chicken soup and a stew of chicken and mushrooms, clearly from the same chicken.

Pei Xiu said emotionally, "Finally, I've seen meat!"

These words made Feng Ming a little embarrassed.

Their base is that poor.

The menu is so limited.

In any case, everyone was just teasing Feng Ming; they didn't really care that he only served vegetarian dishes.

Do they really need Feng Ming to give them a piece of meat?

After eating and drinking to our hearts' content, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Feng Ming asked Xiao Huang to handle other matters, while he led Ling Ran and the others to their residence.

Although their base doesn't have many people, the living space is still quite large compared to the number of people. Even ordinary people have a one- or two-bedroom bungalow with a large yard, so they can grow their own vegetables.

We also built quite a few more empty houses, because if someone comes to join us or a skilled person joins us, we can't just build houses on the spot, can we?

At this moment, Feng Ming led the way with a flashlight.

As if afraid that Ling Ran and the others would misunderstand, Feng Ming explained, "There are actually streetlights installed in the base, but they are not turned on except in emergencies. Although the advanced zombies do not have eyes, they can still see."

"Can see me?" Pei Xiu exclaimed in surprise, "No wonder that level eight zombie king came straight for me today, it turns out he can see me."

"Well, although low-level zombies can't see, they can generally sense light sources. So for safety, we generally don't allow lights to be turned on after 7 p.m. to avoid attracting zombies."

As Feng Ming spoke, he suddenly asked, "Sir, may I ask which base you came from? With your level of expertise, every base would want to keep you here. Have you not found a suitable base yet, or are you out on a mission?"

"We came from the base in the Southern Province."

"Southern Province?" Feng Ming was speechless for a moment. "Is it the Southern Province I'm thinking of?"

"It's the Southern Province you're thinking of."

"...Sir, where are you headed?"

Coming from the southern province, this journey crosses most of China.

Su Yimo raised her chin slightly and said pretentiously, "Before the apocalypse, we adults didn't get to travel to many places because of work. After the apocalypse, we don't have jobs anymore, so we plan to travel around."

"..."

Post-apocalyptic tourism.

Such niche vocabulary.

"Our last base was the Vision Base."

“Yuanjing Base, that’s a huge base.” Feng Ming clearly knew something about Yuanjing Base: “I heard that the base commander, Su Yuanjing, is the strongest fighter in the base.”

"Su Yuanjing's strength was just so-so, and he was still killed by the adults."

Feng Ming suddenly felt a tightness in his anus: "W-why?"

"Lord Feng, there's no need to be nervous. Su Yuanjing died because he offended the Lord and brought men to challenge him to a duel."

"oh oh."

Feng Ming breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he probably hadn't offended the adults.

joke.

The adult was the savior of their entire base.

Besides, what is he anyway, that he has the power to offend an adult?

Gu Zijing adjusted her glasses and asked curiously, "City Lord Feng, as the city lord, you should prioritize improving your own strength. Why haven't you focused on building up your power?"

During the previous battle at the city wall, Lord Feng also made a move, but his level was only level five.

“I don’t usually go on missions, and in situations like today, I’m mostly focused on command and coordination, so I don’t have much time to directly participate in the battlefield. Raising my ability level wouldn’t be cost-effective; it would be more worthwhile to raise the levels of others,” Feng Ming explained with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Ling Ran looked at Feng Ming with new respect.

She reached out and patted Feng Ming on the shoulder, and he immediately squatted down to make it easier for Ling Ran to pat him: "Little Feng, you're good."

"Thank you for the compliment, sir!"

Feng Ming felt that he was just an ordinary person, nothing great.

His ideas were entirely for cost-effectiveness and to make the base better. Unexpectedly, he was praised by an adult, and suddenly Feng Ming felt that he was quite good at it.