Compared to the tranquility here at the moment, North America seems very terrifying.
Countless mutated creatures are constantly attacking and devouring each other.
The monsters Zheng Gan encountered were not uncommon in North America, and were not even the scariest.
In front of a statue holding a torch.
Two monsters are fighting.
One is a humanoid monster over three meters tall with tumors all over its body.
As its arms swung, some green liquid would splatter out from the tumor on its body.
These liquids are like strong acids, and when they fall to the ground, wisps of white smoke will rise.
Its opponent is like the three-headed hellhound in the legend of the Northern Hemisphere.
But its entire body was snow-white, and white mist spewed out between its three heads and each breath.
When the green liquid and the white mist came into contact, a sizzling sound was produced, as if they were dissolving into each other.
It seems that the temptation is over.
The snow-white hellhound spewed out a large amount of white mist from its three heads at the same time.
In an instant, the tumor monster was surrounded.
In the white mist, the sizzling sounds became more and more frequent and faster and faster.
Mixed in with it was the roar of the tumor monster.
The three-headed dog seemed to be able to see through everything in the white fog.
After a few jumps, it leaped down from a high place, and its sharp claws accurately smashed the head of the tumor monster.
After losing its head, all the tumors on the monster's body exploded instantly.
The three-headed dog couldn't dodge in time.
Countless liquids splashed on its snow-white fur, instantly corroding it into holes.
The three heads of the three-headed dog spewed out white mist again at the same time.
However, this time the white mist was much thinner than before.
After the white mist enveloped the three-headed dog, everything returned to calm.
Soon, the place where the two monsters fought was buried again by the wind and snow.
It seemed as if nothing had happened just now.
And the statue holding the torch was crumbling in the wind and snow.
A new day.
Zheng Gan looked at his savings of 83 survival points and felt very happy.
In just over 100 days, you can earn 2 points of interest.
It’s only been three months, and the days don’t seem that difficult.
It seems that yesterday's riots had some effect.
At this time, soldiers of the army were distributing supplies at the door of each villa.
The rice bags beside the soldiers make people feel excited.
Zheng Gan learned from other people's conversations that these people who had originally followed the army had not eaten anything hot for a long time.
Not to mention rice. Even if there is stock at home, people will not run away with too much rice.
In this situation, if you are not active in eating, you will be struck by lightning.
At this moment, the first floor was already full of people, so densely packed, there must be at least a hundred people.
Upstairs and in the basement, more people gathered.
The soldiers at the door held their bags of rice tightly and shouted loudly to maintain order.
"One measuring cup of rice per person, and a bag of dehydrated vegetables."
"Don't push, just line up."
“Everyone has one.”
During the time of surviving with the troops, being obedient seemed to have become a habit for most people.
Soon, a winding queue was formed.
Tang Jingye didn't know how he got to the front of the team.
After he received his rations and wanted to turn back, he was stopped by the soldiers.
"Those who have received the supplies, please wait outside first."
"Why? There's no way to cook rice outside. Are we supposed to eat it raw?"
"In order to avoid any conflict, please follow our arrangements."
Afterwards, the soldier who stopped Tang Jingye spoke loudly to the crowd.
"Due to limited conditions, it is recommended that you form a group of 5 to 10 people to share the stove and other tools."
"Everyone, rest assured, we will continue to rest here today. You will have enough time to cook the rice in your hands."
My idea of queuing up a few more times to get more supplies was shattered.
Tang Jingye muttered a few words and walked aside.
Soon, groups of dining companions were formed.
Zheng Gan is a group of eight people having dinner together.
Among the eight people were a mother and daughter, a couple, two middle-aged people, and Tang Jingye.
Ever since Tang Jingye saw Zheng Gan's movements when he was avoiding the zombies, he firmly believed that Zheng Gan was not an ordinary person.
If you encounter any danger, your chances of survival will definitely be much greater if you follow such a person.
Therefore, even if he was driven away by Zheng Gan, he would still move closer to him without any concern.
There's nothing wrong with being thick-skinned in order to survive.
The order of cooking is determined by drawing lots.
They were lucky enough to get the right to use the second round of stoves.
The eight people gathered together and introduced themselves to each other.
Tang Jingye spoke first.
"Everyone, let's just cook all of this today."
"If we're going to eat, let's have a good meal. It's boring to have neither good nor bad."
"Zheng Gan, what do you think?"
"I'm fine."
One of the middle-aged men pushed his glasses up his nose.
"I have a slightly different opinion."
"Rice is something you can't eat at any time, so I think we can use it all today."
“But if you’re dehydrating vegetables, you don’t have to use them all.”
"Everyone should know how dry compressed biscuits are."
"We can save it for when we have to eat compressed biscuits later."
The other middle-aged man nodded.
"Well, Brother Liu is right. This isn't our last meal. We have a long time to live. There's no need to use it all at once."
These two middle-aged men are relatively rational.
However, the woman with her daughter said as she was combing her daughter's hair.
"It's just a bag of dehydrated vegetables. We've been eating nothing but useless food these days."
"I think we should use them all and cook them for a little longer. At least we can get some nutrition."
When Tang Jingye saw that someone supported him, he immediately became excited.
"It's just a bag of dehydrated vegetables. It won't satisfy my cravings, let alone my hunger."
"Zheng Gan, don't you agree?"
Zheng Gan smiled.
"What's there to argue about?"
"When the porridge is ready, if you don't want to add vegetables, just take your portion first."
The man with glasses said quickly.
"I may not have made myself clear, but my idea is that we should use two packs first, and then we can share the rest."
"Haha, that's fine. How about we both contribute the dehydrated vegetables first?"
"Well, I think drawing lots is fairer."
"Haha, forget it, it's too much trouble. It's hard to say whether we can get together again after this meal."
Zheng Gan patted the other person's shoulder.
"There's still some time left, just think it through for yourself."
"In short, just eat your own portion and don't take advantage of others."
"I'll go back to my room and lie down for a while. I'll come down by myself in a while."
Zheng Gan returned to the room he had stayed in last night and sat on the bay window looking outside.
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