"Twelve!"
Upon hearing that there were only twelve people, Jiang Wu became somewhat disheartened.
He casually said, "If you want to come and join us, bring your own people. If you don't want to, that's fine too. Just don't come any closer and let them go."
The four arrested men looked at each other in bewilderment. One of them exclaimed excitedly, "Leader, we'll bring our men over right away!"
Jiang Wu nodded and turned to enter a self-built house with its door wide open.
Apart from the stainless steel door at the entrance, all the interior doors of this house are wooden.
Jiang Wu kicked them all away almost one by one.
Sure enough, in a room on the third floor, hundreds of sausages were found hanging.
There are also some cured meat, cured chicken, cured duck and the like.
Jiang Wu took a sausage and smelled it; it hadn't spoiled at all.
However, even if this stuff spoils, it can still be eaten.
For example, if Chef Han and his gang could get a spoiled sausage, they'd probably be so happy they'd cry.
Jiang Wu suddenly wondered why the zombies didn't eat this kind of cured meat and sausage.
Could it be because these things don't contain that mysterious substance?
Yes!
The reason zombies eat people is because living people accumulate that mysterious substance in their bodies.
Eating living people is beneficial to their evolution!
But why don't zombies eat other zombies?
Jiang Wu couldn't figure it out; perhaps his brain's CPU wasn't working properly.
Just as he was about to leave, Jiang Wu suddenly looked at the several cardboard boxes piled up next to him, which also smelled of sausages.
The cardboard boxes were all printed with the words "Dawushan Sausage".
I took a sausage out of the box and found that it even had a label on it.
Authentic Chinese Sausage from Dawu Town
"So this is a local specialty. No wonder they make so much of it."
Jiang Wu muttered to himself.
The next second, his eyes lit up as he looked at the sausages.
If a family can produce at least 200 kilograms of sausages, then there must be at least several hundred houses here.
If every household had this many.
Wouldn't I be rich?
How long would it take to eat tens of thousands of kilograms of cured pork and sausage?
With a series of loud "DUANG" sounds, the door of a small supermarket downstairs was smashed open.
Wu Ming, holding a megaphone, shouted: "All survivors who have just joined the team, the leader allows each of you to grab a handful of candy to replenish your strength! Don't fight over it! Our base has plenty of supplies!"
"oh!!"
"Long live the leader!"
Immediately, the town erupted in cheers like a tidal wave.
Although it was just a handful of candy, it acted as a fuse, completely igniting the joy in the hearts of these survivors.
They were grateful to Jiang Wu, and they cheered for the strength of the base.
All the bitterness and despair that had accumulated since the end of the world were completely released at this moment.
Hundreds of survivors poured into the small supermarket, with the men grabbing only the sweet treats.
Some men simply unwrapped the candy and popped several into their mouths.
"Holy crap, this is so sweet, haha!"
"Damn, his mouth is practicing toad kung fu!"
The women were more meticulous, taking a few of each kind of candy, peeling off a few different ones and putting them in their mouths, then wearing satisfied and joyful smiles on their faces.
A thin, bony little girl of eleven or twelve picked up a bag of milk candy, walked up to Wu Ming, and asked hesitantly, "Uncle, can I take this?"
Wu Ming patted the little girl's head, nodded, and said, "Okay, but we can't delay moving things later. Everyone has to move things."
The little girl's face lit up with a smile. "Uncle, don't worry, I'll carry it carefully."
There was black and red blood and zombie corpses all around, but to the little girl these things seemed as ordinary as street garbage.
The three months of the apocalypse have increased the psychological resilience of all survivors countless times.
The newly recruited reserve members of the field team were all all smiles.
Unlike the survivors, they each received a canvas bag and could fill it with whatever they wanted.
Such treatment left them in disbelief.
After all, before I joined the field team, the base only provided three meals a day.
At most, they might give out some candy sometimes.
And so, they became deeply grateful to the base and worked diligently every day.
But now I realize that the field team members are paid so much.
The main objective of the male reserve team members was still food.
In the apocalypse, they were terrified of hunger. Even though they could eat their fill every day at the base, this opportunity to take whatever they wanted was too rare.
Some of the female reserve team members, in addition to taking some food, also set their sights on items such as shampoo, facial cleanser, hand cream, and underwear.
Excited screams of delight escaped their lips from time to time, and melodious laughter echoed through the town.
Compared to these survivors and reserve team members, the veteran field team members were much calmer.
Since joining the field team, they have conquered many villages and won numerous prizes.
Their room was almost overflowing with all sorts of snacks and cooked food.
They pay more attention to tobacco, alcohol, daily necessities, and family planning products.
They used the cigarettes and alcohol for their own consumption, and the best cigarettes and alcohol became the focus of their competition.
Those better daily necessities were the perfect prizes for pursuing the girls at the base.
Family planning supplies are now in high demand at the base.
As the most popular group at the base, most of the field team members, except for those with higher requirements, have already found girlfriends.
Jiang Wu was worried that the base would soon be full of pregnant women, so he issued a new order: anyone who dares to get a woman pregnant will be assigned to clean the septic tanks and all rewards will be deducted.
There's no way to have children given the current conditions at the base.
Before long, the entire town had completely fallen into Jiang Wu's hands.
Bags of rice and boxes of preserved meat were unloaded and loaded onto the truck.
One after another, cotton quilts and blankets, bags of clothes, and all sorts of other miscellaneous items that might be useful were all loaded onto the vehicle as spoils of war.
Some team members found several intact large trucks in the garages of residents in the town, so there was no need to worry about not having enough vehicles.
One of the reserve team members even drove over an excavator to help clear the bodies from the road.
The young man received a canvas bag as a reward, which made him shout with excitement and full of energy.
The town was filled with laughter and joy.
It stood in stark contrast to the piles of zombies on both sides of the road.
Jiang Wu sat on the rooftop of a building, holding Su Ziyu in his arms, smiling as he watched his subordinates working diligently below.
It feels so good to be able to slack off while everyone else does the hard work.
"Brother Wu, I want a reward too," Su Ziyu said softly, leaning against Jiang Wu.
"What do you want?" Jiang Wu asked casually, looking at the crowd downstairs.
The next moment, Jiang Wu was dumbfounded and said in a panic, "No, Xiao Yu, it's only four o'clock in the afternoon."
However, he couldn't break free from Su Ziyu's immense strength and was dragged downstairs to a perfectly intact room.
And the door was locked.
Well, Little Fish really did a great job today.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wu did not refuse and offered the reward.
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