In fact, Song Ziyang wasn't confident either. He just wanted to do as much as he could and make a greater contribution to this big family.

Song's mother was infected with the zombie virus. The family couldn't be supported by just the eldest brother and second sister, after all, they were only two years older than her.

He set the trap according to the instructions in the book. After the apocalypse, there was no electricity. Song's mother was afraid that they would be bored, so she sent them a lot of books, hoping that what they learned would be useful!

Song Ziyang felt uncertain, but he was able to fall asleep peacefully after hearing his mother's occasional screams.

To save firewood, they all lived in one room with a charcoal brazier in the middle. In the dead of winter, the children would huddle together for warmth and sleep.

Song Ziyang woke up early in the morning. He dressed and put on his shoes, then carefully opened the door, not knowing if he had found anything.

I arrived at the place where the traps were set with nervousness and trepidation, but because it had snowed the day before, I couldn't see any animal footprints.

Use your hands to pry it open, and then move even faster once you see blood.

Then Song Ziyang's eyes widened in surprise; he had actually succeeded!

It's a gluttonous chicken, probably escaped from a farm after the apocalypse. It's worth the little bit of steamed bun he deliberately left over yesterday.

"Second sister, look what this is!" He excitedly ran back, but then quickly covered his mouth, afraid of startling the nearby zombies and the hiding survivors.

"Second sister, look!" He showed it to everyone as if presenting a treasure after entering the room.

Wow! It's a chicken!

"It really is a chicken! Third Brother, you caught a chicken! You're amazing!"

"Are we going to have chicken?"

When Song Ziying, Song Zian, and Song Ziqing saw that the chickens had all woken up, they excitedly circled around Song Ziyang.

Song Xia roared impatiently, "Noisy! It's so noisy! Why can't these brats be quiet?"

Song Ziqing said cutely, "Mommy Song, we can't eat it yet. It has to be cooked before we can eat it."

"I never thought it would actually succeed, Ziyang, look how happy everyone is."

"Yes, I will catch more chickens, and not just chickens, but also rabbits, ducks, pigs, etc. I will set more traps later."

"Don't rush, let's talk about it after breakfast. We'll all do it together with you."

Song Ziqi was very happy and felt more at ease. If they could catch small animals, her older brother wouldn't have to work so hard to travel to farther places to search for supplies. If they could catch live animals and raise them, her younger siblings could eat fresh eggs every day.

However, it's so cold in winter now, and there's nowhere to find grass or insects for the chickens to eat. Feeding them grain doesn't seem worthwhile either, so let's wait until spring.

After processing the chicken, Song Ziqi did not cook it, but stored it away to eat together with Song Ziming when he returned.

The kids didn't object either. After all, their older brother works so hard and faces so much danger outside, how could they eat chicken behind his back? The rich and delicious chicken soup is best enjoyed by the whole family together.

Song Ziyang's traps had an initial success, so Song Ziqi and Song Ziying followed his example and set up about a dozen traps of various sizes around the orphanage. In order to lure the small animals into the traps, Song Ziqi sacrificed some rice and steamed buns.

Anyway, these things won't spoil if left outside, and if no small animals fall for it, they can bring them back and cook them again.

In the morning, Song Ziqi made half a pot of noodles. In order to make sure her younger siblings got enough nutrition, she chopped up the meat that she hadn't finished cutting yesterday, stir-fried it with sauce, and made it into a topping.

Although there was little minced meat and the taste was bland, no one complained; on the contrary, they ate with great satisfaction.

To everyone's surprise, Song Zile stubbornly insisted on feeding Song Xia.

Logically speaking, Song Xia, who was infected with the zombie virus, should not need to eat these foods. Song Ziqi had previously told her younger siblings, and they all obediently listened. But Song Zile was different. He had autism and his own ideas, which no one could persuade.

He guessed that Song Xia hadn't eaten anything yesterday, which was why he was so insistent on feeding his bowl to Song's mother.

Song Ziqi was both sad and touched: "You eat it yourself, Song's mother's second sister will cook it later."

Song Zile ignored her and rigidly carried out his own actions. Song Ziqi had no choice but to immediately put some more noodles into the pot.

Let it be a waste. Song's mother became like this because of them, so it's okay to waste it.

Song Zile only ate his own noodles after they were cooked, but he still watched Song Ziqi feed him.

Song Xia bared her teeth, but Song Ziqi's expression was gentle: "Ah, open your mouth."

The little ones were all watching intently, and Song Ziqi was a little nervous, afraid that her mother wouldn't eat and would disappoint everyone.

She seized every opportunity; whenever Song's mother yelled, she would immediately pick up a chopstick and feed her.

The noodles were very slippery and slid down her throat, which made Song Xia's roar a little quieter.

Her brows furrowed unconsciously. What strange smell was that?

Song Ziqi was very excited. Her mother actually ate it. Zombies don't eat normal food, which means that her mother might not have been completely infected and might still have a chance to wake up.

Song Ziqi quickened her feeding pace, leaving Song Xia feeling helpless. This food wasn't tasty, so why keep feeding her? But she seemed a little hungry; could she give the child something else to eat?

The system, Xiao Ling, was incredibly excited and kept whispering in Song Xia's mind, "Wake up soon, wake up soon, Xia Xia, please wake up quickly!"

"It's so noisy!" Song Xia was extremely annoyed. There was noise outside, so why was there noise inside too? Couldn't they just leave her alone for a while?

However, Song Ziqing and her group are about to show her through their actions that they cannot.

To keep her company, Song Ziqi specially moved the classroom indoors. Even though it was the apocalypse, her younger siblings still needed to be literate and educated, so she taught them some knowledge every day.

She taught Song Ziyang and Song Ziying, and then Song Ziyang and Song Ziying taught Song Zile, Song Zian and Song Ziqing. One class in the morning and two classes in the afternoon. This was the schedule for winter. It would be adjusted in spring and summer when the daylight hours were longer.

The snow and wind haven't stopped yet. I wonder how my older brother is doing outside.

At this very moment, in another city, Song Ziming had to fight two men to protect the supplies in the car.

Both opponents possessed special abilities, one earth-based and the other fire-based, and their coordinated attacks were quite overwhelming for him.

"Little brat, you can't beat us. You might as well obediently accept your fate, hand over the supplies, and become our underling. Then you'll have something to eat in the future."

"You're dreaming," Song Ziming said breathlessly. He couldn't lose; if he lost, his younger siblings would have nothing to eat or use.

Seeing that Song Ziming still refused to give in after fighting for so long, the two men became murderous and intensified their attack. With earthen walls rising all around, it was impossible for Song Ziming to escape.