Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus

Li Yu quickly thought about the terraced fields now built in the base, as well as the fields on the plains, which currently can sustain about 80 people, and this was after planting.

There were also enough supplies stored in the warehouse for all of them to use for 8 years.

If they chose not to expand further, about 4 more acres of land could still be reclaimed on the plains of the base.

That would surely increase the grain yield again, and with crops like corn and sweet potatoes, it would be more than enough to sustain a hundred people.

And about 100 people is considered to be a medium-sized group in this post-apocalyptic world.

Not too small to easily catch the attention of larger forces, yet also not too large to put excessive pressure on logistics.

But all this is a matter for later; having more people is naturally advantageous, but it also requires the right people.

.....

It is already August, and more than half of the water in the Mountain Pond has been consumed. Even with the use of black Sun Protection Balls to save a lot of water, the water levels continue to drop steadily under daily use, including irrigation of the fields.

According to his memory, the rainy season should arrive by the end of August.

When the rainy season comes, although it can solve their drought problem, it will also bring a wave of Zombie Tides.

Droughts, torrential rains, ice and snow, zombies, always cycling over and over.

Occasionally, several of these problems overlap.

Walking through all these adversities together has turned into nourishment for their friendship, increasing their tacit understanding.

Three days later.....

On the southern side of Xin City, Captain Lv and his team had already left the original Dongsheng Hotel and had now arrived in Xin City.

In fact, they already knew the general location of Li Yu’s base; the group of refugees had told them. But now he hesitated.

When Li Yu killed the guy with the big back head right in front of them, he whispered to Captain Lv to be careful of the refugees.

He took it to heart at the time, arranging for some people to be on guard, albeit not many.

The collapse of Jiefang City was mainly due to the unresolved food problem, a very thorny issue.

The uprising led by the refugees merely served as the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

It was just a fuse.

Now, he didn’t really know where to go, but compared to heading towards other unfamiliar places, it seemed better to move towards Xin City.

Because early on, Li Yu had dealt with many of the surrounding forces near Xin City.

So, on the third day of their arrival, Captain Lv’s team surprisingly found no other Survivors.

Perhaps there were some, but definitely very few.

”Captain, where do we go now?” Old Xie asked, looking at Captain Lv.

Captain Lv was torn inside. He wanted to seek refuge with Li Yu and his group, but he was also very aware that his people might not be accepted.

The incident in Jiefang City made him understand one thing; having more people doesn’t necessarily mean it’s beneficial.

Allowing them to join means feeding thirty more mouths.

Why should they be allowed to join?

Furthermore, Captain Lv thought of something—although he heard from the refugees that Li Yu’s group had tall walls and a Weng City and indeed possessed strength, he didn’t know if their food supply was sufficient.

Food!

Food!

Food!

This had become the most urgent problem for them to solve at present.

Now, they couldn’t seek out Li Yu, at least not yet.

Based on Captain Lv’s understanding of Li Yu, he felt Li Yu was a very cautious person. If his people rashly went to their base, the likelihood of being rejected was quite high.

Forget it. Let’s look for something else in the city then.

...

In the city center, to the east.

Xie Liuhai, who had escaped from Jiefang City, only had four or five people left with him. The rest were killed by the rampaging refugees.

They didn’t carry much with them, only a backpack, but it was filled with food.

The food was enough to last them for over half a month.

”Bro Hai, where do we go now?” asked a young man with a big mouth.

He had an enormous mouth with yellow teeth, and when he spoke, a pungent bad breath washed over you.

It was enough to make someone retch.

Xie Liuhai turned his head, and was immediately assaulted by a strong, indiscernible odor, like a blend of sewer stench, rotten eggs, and a pungent metallic smell.

Ugh~

Xie Liuhai retched on the spot.

He waved his hand, signaling Dash’s mouth to get lost.

Oblivious, Dash saw Xie Liuhai’s discomfort and approached with concern, getting closer.

Bringing his mouth near, he patted Xie Liuhai’s back with his right hand and said, ”Hey, what’s wrong, Liuhai, are you feeling unwell?”

He said those words as he leaned in close to Xie Liuhai, making the odor even more distinct and intense.

The overpowering stench made a few of the men nearby step back.

Xie Liuhai was hit front and center by the overwhelming stink.

Blargh!

Xie Liuhai vomited right then and there.

TMD.

Don’t you have any brains?

Dash’s eyes were full of concern, and seeing his traveling companions staying far away, he felt a bit angry: ”Liuhai is unwell, feeling sick, and you guys don’t care, just keeping your distance.”

His gaze was filled with contempt, as he followed up, ”Not like me, I’m the only one who feels sorry for Liuhai.”

Damn it!

Xie Liuhai saw that inexplicable emotion in Dash’s eyes.

Feeling it carefully, the hand on his shoulder, indeed, was patting him.

But the pats gradually slid lower.

Subtly, and at one point even patting his bottom.

Pia~

The palm struck the buttocks, making a crisp sound.

At that moment, Xie Liuhai experienced a kind of humiliation he had never felt before!

A surge of heat flowed up from the soles of his feet, into his lower abdomen, chest, and up to his head.

Xie Liuhai suddenly understood what it meant to be infuriated beyond endurance.

He punched Dash squarely in the face.

Ah~

Dash’s mouth opened slightly, and a thick, clear fluid flew out.

It was somewhat yellow, crystal clear, but somehow muddled.

Pia!

It splattered onto Xie Liuhai’s face.

Sticking firmly.

Ugh!

Xie Liuhai knelt on the ground, vomiting violently.

This was the most regrettable incident of his life.

Why, oh why, did he bring Dash along.

It wasn’t until he was retching up bile that he started to recover.

Raising his eyes, he saw Dash sitting on the ground, one hand covering his face, looking up at him with pitifully large, tearful eyes.

As if Xie Liuhai owed him, as if he had committed some unforgivable sin against him.

The red mark on his face was clearly visible.

Perhaps it was Dash’s pitiful look that reminded Xie Liuhai of when they set out today, how Dash had desperately fought by his side, slaughtering the refugees.

When things got most perilous, it was Dash who covered the rear, allowing him to escape.

Looking at the six-foot-three-inch tall Dash, now on the verge of tears, Xie Liuhai suddenly felt a sense of guilt. After all, Dash had good intentions, and he had saved him.

Was he being too harsh on him?

His heart softened, tempted to go over.

But then he almost vomited again from the residue that had been wiped from his face and the faint odor that lingered.

He’d thrown up so much that his intestines were starting to convulse.

In an instant, his heart turned to stone.