Chapter 100 Han Yu's 1000-Degree Filter
"I'll use these to hire people to clean up the zombie corpses downstairs. Anyone want to go?" Mu Qingyu said, and the entire rooftop fell silent for a moment.
Ignoring their reactions, Mu Qingyu continued, "The request isn't difficult. We've temporarily blocked the stairs to the second floor with corpses. There are no living zombies on the entire third floor for now. To clean up the corpses, just throw them downstairs—however, I need you to burn them, and I don't care how you do it."
She's not a nanny; she has to come up with solutions in addition to providing supplies. If there's an epidemic, it won't just be her who dies.
"That's all the stuff, so don't try to bargain with me. I don't care how many people are going, you guys figure it out yourselves, and come back to me to collect your stuff. I don't care how you divide it."
Mu Qingyu paused, then added, "If no one goes, we can go down and clean it ourselves tomorrow. But that's tomorrow, and it's getting dark now..."
She pointed to herself and her teammates: "We were dirty, hungry, and exhausted... we couldn't keep going."
After she finished speaking, she waved and called her people back to the tent.
Everyone was inevitably covered in zombie blood, filthy. Taking a shower was out of the question, but changing clothes was still an option.
Back in Muxiang Garden, Mu Qingyu had collected two large warehouses full of clothes. So she took out a few windbreakers suitable for each person from her spatial storage and distributed them to everyone.
Everyone was given a bottle of water. They couldn't take a shower, but they could wash their face and hands.
Judging from the current situation, they'll probably have to stay here for a few more days. Mu Qingyu thought for a moment and then took out two more tents.
Yesterday, Ji Qingqing and Mu Qingyu rested in one tent, while the other three boys squeezed into another tent.
To make things more comfortable, let's just set up two more tents.
At this moment, Jing Chen walked over to Mu Qingyu and said, "We'll take this job, is that alright?"
"Of course, no problem. Anyone can do it, but the bodies must be burned," Mu Qingyu said. Indeed, anyone could do it; even if Mu Xiaoxiao were willing to go, she would still provide the supplies as promised.
Jing Chen didn't waste any words, nodded and left to discuss things with his own people.
Then a few more people came over. They were Jin Qinjiu's people. Mu Qingyu recognized them. They were the same people who had been killing zombies at the door when they ran out of the basement that day.
Someone was criticizing Mu Qingyu earlier, but they didn't say anything.
"Can we take on the job of cleaning up corpses?" The leader was a middle-aged man in his thirties, and there was even a girl with him.
Mu Qingyu nodded, but said, "Jingchen has already taken on the job. However, I don't think Jingchen has many people. You can go and ask him if we can cooperate. I'll just deliver the materials after the job is done. I don't care who goes or how the materials are divided."
The man didn't seem to have any complaints. He simply nodded and led his men to find Jing Chen.
Mu Qingyu, Mu Qingrong, and the other three went to wash up, change their clothes, and set up their tents.
After everyone else had finished packing, Mu Qingyu took out five ears of corn, five potatoes, a five-liter bucket of water, a five-pound bag of rice, and a vacuum-packed bag of sausages.
She pushed everything onto Han Yu, saying, "Chef, everyone has worked hard today, so dinner is all up to you!"
He even patted Han Yu's shoulder forcefully, as if entrusting him with an important task, leaving Han Yu both amused and exasperated.
Then Mu Qingyu crawled back into her tent. Although she said she was going to change clothes and rest for a while, she actually went into the Blood Jade Bracelet space.
Other people can't take a shower! But she can!
When Mu Qingyu went back to the cabin to take a shower, she saw the numbers on the door again—they had been reset to zero when she came in last time, but in less than a day, the numbers had returned to 76.
And the only thing Mu Qingyu did all day was kill zombies!
In other words, as long as she kills zombies, the number on this wooden door will increase! When it increases to a certain level, such as 100 last time, this space will upgrade and change!
Mu Qingyu was as excited as if she had suddenly discovered a new continent! She decided that she would continue to go downstairs to kill zombies tomorrow, and this time she would count how many she killed and then check them against the number in the space to confirm her idea!
The more she thought about it, the happier she became, to the point that Mu Qingyu even hummed a little tune while taking a bath.
After washing up and changing her clothes, Mu Qingyu didn't rush to leave the space, since Han Yu needed time to cook anyway.
Since the space can be used for planting, Mu Qingyu naturally wanted to take the opportunity to plant something.
First and foremost is her favorite watermelon, which she can eat all year round without ever getting tired of.
Potatoes and sweet potatoes should continue to be planted. Food is the most scarce resource in the apocalypse. Potatoes and sweet potatoes are easy to grow, have a short growth cycle, and produce a large yield. Before the apocalypse, they were the most powerful weapon against famine.
Before the apocalypse, she bought out an entire seed shop, and now she's picking and choosing from the piles of seeds.
You can plant a few durians; they're high in calories and can quickly replenish energy, just like chocolate. The shells can even be used as weapons.
Plant some large gourds; when they're not fully ripe, you can eat them as a vegetable, and when they're ripe, you can use them to make water ladles and kettles. You can also use them to make bowls.
These things can no longer be produced. They used a lot of disposable tableware on this trip; every piece used is one less available. Growing more gourds could solve this problem.
Plant two more hawthorn trees; they can be eaten as snacks and also help with digestion...
Replant...
Mu Qingyu was busy in the space, and time passed quickly. She didn't even have time to plant so many things before she heard Mu Qingrong calling her to eat.
Mu Qingyu quickly left the space; the remaining work would have to wait until later.
The steaming rice, fresh from the pot, is incredibly fragrant.
Han Yu chopped the sausage, removed the corn kernels, and put them in a pot with the rice to simmer. The fragrant sausage and rice were then ready to serve.
The potatoes were placed at the bottom of the pot, covered with a layer of pebbles, and then roasted over a fire on the pebbles until cooked before being dug out.
Basically, by the time the rice is cooked, the large potatoes underneath will also be baked.
"Where did these pebbles come from?" Mu Qingyu asked curiously.
Han Yu pointed to the corner of the wall: "That's what they dug up over there, there's a pile of it. It must have been left over from previous construction, and no one has cleaned it up."
"Hmm." Mu Qingyu had already started eating, responding indistinctly.
Han Yu shook his head and chuckled.
Mo Huaiyu and Mu Qingrong, the two little ones, were also eating while whispering to each other: "Little Mo, I think Han Yu isn't such a hooligan anymore. You don't know, the first time I met him, he looked like a street thug, like one of those big hooligans in the movies who do bad things."
“I don’t think he looks like that anymore. Is it because he really doesn’t look like that anymore, or is it because his cooking is so delicious that I’ve put a thousand-degree filter on him?” Mu Qingrong asked Mo Huaiyu in confusion.
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