Seeing the clean-cut body hidden under his clothes, he frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something, and decided not to kill the little zombie for the time being.

Take the person to take a bath.

The little zombie was really being carried around, its feet barely touching the ground. No one knew where the other party got such strength. Unable to struggle, it pretended to be dead.

Qin Zhi simply carried the person on his shoulder and took him back to the house.

Take off your clothes and rub the little zombie like you would a pig.

His hair looked like it was covered in oil and stained with rotting flesh. Qin Zhi was too lazy to wash it, so he cut it all off with scissors.

No matter how dirty he is, his appearance can't lie. Qin Zhi thought he was a very handsome person at first glance. After washing him clean, he was indeed both alluring and beautiful, with plump and flawless skin.

If you're pretty, you get a perfect score.

He has at least 101.

Qin Zhi also sensed it; this person was probably an idiot, a beautiful idiot. Sending her away would only result in her being ruined by someone else, so it was better for him to ruin her, as a way to pay off the corn debt.

Qin Zhi never suffers a loss.

No matter who the other party is.

If you take his things, you either die or pay off your debts with their equivalent value.

These corn plants were his experimental subjects, irrigated with spring water from his space. He planned to transplant them into his space, but when he planted seeds directly, the space rejected them, and they wouldn't even sprout.

He had finally raised himself up outside, and a petty thief stole half of it from him. It wouldn't be right for him not to pay off the debt with his own body.

After washing it clean, the little zombie was dressed only in a large outer garment.

He was going to wash up and start eating right away.

While he was taking a shower, the little zombie went out, took one of his suitcases, stuffed it full of corn, and when Qin Zhi came out, the zombie had already run away.

Qin Zhi was not angry.

The game of eagle catching chicks is quite interesting, isn't it?

The little zombie doesn't understand distance; he only knows that if he can't see the smelly house and smelly people, he can enjoy his food in peace. He opens the box and starts eating.

I just finished eating one.

A cool, eerie male voice sounded from behind, "Is it tasty, you little thief?"

The little zombie was slow-witted; it took two bites before turning its head. Seeing the smelly person, it remembered the pain of being scrubbed in the bath, its skin still red. Terrified, it threw the corn at Qin Zhi and immediately grabbed its suitcase and ran.

Qin Zhi held the man down and built earthen walls around him.

She took an ear of corn, smiled like a wolf in sheep's clothing, and coaxed, "Eat it, there are still many ears of corn in the field, you can eat them all later."

The little zombie seemed to understand something.

Catch the corn, hesitate for two seconds, then open your mouth and take a bite.

Qin Zhi touched his hair, which had been haphazardly cut, and felt it was a little prickly.

Sensing the other party's goodwill, the little zombie lowered its guard and munched on its corn with peace of mind, even offering Qin Zhi a bite.

Qin Zhi laughed: "I won't eat it, you eat it, I'll eat something else."

I don't understand, so I won't eat it.

He held the corn and munched on it.

As she nibbled on the food, she glanced at Qin Zhi with a puzzled look. Her delicate face made her feel genuinely happy looking at the man who had been widowed for over twenty years.

I coaxed the little idiot, saying, "You eat yours, I'll eat mine. Tell me when you're done, there's still plenty of corn, and if you want anything else, there's plenty too."

I didn't understand the first half of the sentence, but I did understand that he said there would be more corn after I finished eating it, and the little zombie nodded happily.

She then ignored the stinky man beside her.

His brow furrowed suddenly as he saw corn fall to the ground and get dirty.

He wanted to squat down, but Qin Zhi hugged him, kissed the little handsome boy's face, and smelled the little fool's scent. It smelled so good, and his lips still had the fresh scent of raw corn with a slightly astringent taste.

The little zombie wanted to push away the bastard who was kissing him.

Qin Zhi whispered in the little girl's ear, his voice low and husky: "Be good, and I'll give you whatever you want to eat."

The wolf grandmother is incredibly deceptive.

"I see you really enjoy eating corn. If you're good, I'll let you eat as much as you want, okay?"

I heard there's a lot of corn.

The little zombie nodded softly.

Then they became very well-behaved.

... (The essence is here ←) (I dare not write it)

"You're awake. Have something to eat."

When Qin Zhi saw that the little zombie had woken up, he first handed him a glass of milk. The food outside was ready, and after he ate it and rested his stomach, it would be his turn to eat.

The little zombie pushed aside the milk and got out of bed.

He's leaving.

Qin Zhi put the milk on the table, carried the child outside. The makeshift shelter wasn't fancy; the tables and chairs were all made of wood.

The little zombie sat down with its little mouth pursed.

She quickly stood up, reached her little hand into the bowl of cooked corn on the table, grabbed an ear of corn, and headed out.

Some people's attitudes can completely change before and after eating.

Qin Zhi's gaze softened when he looked at him.

After all, this little thing is a perfect match for me.

Take good care of him.

"Where are you going? I have so much good food here. It would be such a waste if you didn't finish it. Besides the sweet corn, there are several acres of empty land behind the house. I'll grow whatever you want to eat in the future."

Not necessarily. It's time-consuming, labor-intensive, and resource-intensive, and he's too lazy to do things that are not worth the effort.

First, draw the pie for this idiot, as long as he doesn't run away.

The little zombie's eyebrows were so thick they could practically trap a fly; its little face was aggrieved, it was sobbing, and its unfocused eyes were constantly glaring.

Qin Zhi was stunned for a moment, and after looking at it for a long time, he finally understood what the little zombie was trying to say. An embarrassed look appeared on his face, and he subconsciously scratched the back of his head. For the first time in his life, his face showed a youthful and naive look.

what to do?

He hasn't experienced it either.

They don't even know whether they are male or female.

If that doesn't work, carry him back to bed and bring him food.

The little zombie refused to eat, turning its head to the side. Qin Zhi: "..."

The little girl lifted the blanket and was about to leave again.

Qin Zhi: "Okay, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

The little zombie ignored him, turned his head away, and started munching on the steamed corn in his hand. It was sweet and delicious. He finished the corn in a few dozen seconds, barely chewing it, and just swallowed it.

They ate it all in a hurry.

Qin Zhi frowned: "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

With his stomach full, his mind could start working a little more. The more Qin Zhi said no one was taking it, the more he felt someone was taking it. His corn pile was stolen twice.

We can't let them rob us a third time.

I didn't put anything in my stomach, so I'm not worried.

If I had known the little fool was so cute, I wouldn't have used the vines to hit him before.

One ear of corn wasn't enough to fill me up.

The little zombie wants to get out of bed again.

Qin Zhi: "What are you doing?"

The boy ignored him, pushed his arm to get down, and didn't even know to put on his shoes.

Qin Zhi: "..."

The little zombie went out, carrying a bowl of corn in its hand. It was about to leave, dressed the same as the day it took a bath, except that it had worn Qin Zhi's slippers that day, but was barefoot today.

Qin Zhi watched the little duck waddle around unsteadily, worried that it might fall at any moment. Fortunately, the little zombie was very steady, munching on its food as it walked.

Qin Zhi followed.

Put the shoes on him.

I also put a pair of pants on him. Qin Zhi is 190cm tall, and his pants looked huge on the little zombie. Not only was the waist a size too big, but the pant legs had to be rolled up three times. It looked really strange.

Qin's weapons mainly consist of space weapon cores.

Survival tools are also available.

There wasn't much food, as he didn't have the habit of hoarding. As long as he had enough seeds, he could use his skills to fence off another plot of land, and he wouldn't have to worry about vegetables and fruits.

It means we need to scavenge for meat and such.

Nobody knows when the apocalypse will end.

Qin Zhi won't stay here forever.

His idea to grow things in space was a sudden whim.