You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

"Steal?"

Liang Wenjie laughed a few times when he heard this, his expression full of disdain.

He didn't explain but instead found a bowl, halved the canned food, and handed it to his wife Yinli Cuifang and daughter Fei Fei, urging them:

"Eat first, and we'll talk about this after you've finished."

Seeing that the woman was still somewhat doubtful, he then said with a smile, "Wife, don't worry, even for your sakes, I wouldn't do that sort of thing."

"Eat up, these cans were given to me by a kind person."

"Look, there are also two boxes of fever medicine."

Li Cuifang, upon hearing there was medicine, looked at her husband with an even more surprised expression. After sizing him up a few times and seeing no sign of guilt on his face, she relaxed and looked at the food in front of her.

The milky white fish flesh with its soup was already making one's mouth water at a glance.

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And that's if anyone was even selling it.

After all, most people just wanted to survive.

As for the taste of food, when people had eaten worms off corpses, would they care about this?

Therefore, even if someone found canned food, they mostly traded it for rice or flour.

Because filling one's belly was the most important.

Fei Fei, sitting nearby, had already eaten most of the fish in her bowl and was sipping the soup in small mouthfuls, occasionally licking the corners of her mouth with a look of wanting more.

Seeing this, Li Cuifang felt a pang of heartache but was determined to pack her share away again.

Liang Wenjie quickly stopped her when he saw this and asked:

"Hey?"

"What are you doing?"

Without speaking, the woman just glanced at him, and Liang Wenjie immediately understood his wife's intention.

She obviously didn't want to eat, thinking about exchanging it for some cheaper food.

The market was full of things to fill one's stomach.

Rotten bread.

Moldy potatoes.

And those powders made from who knows what, just needing a water rinse to fend off hunger temporarily for half a day.

The survivors living at the bottom of the post-apocalyptic world were no different from the stray dogs of the past.

What they could eat depended entirely on the trash cans.

Anything the people above didn't want

was edible.

Having realized his wife's thoughts, Liang Wenjie felt a sting in his nose, and his already dry eyes quickly darted away.

Their daughter had finished the contents of her bowl and was now looking at them eagerly,

specifically, at the portion in his hand,

her face full of longing.

Both felt a surge of the urge to burst into tears, but this only strengthened Li Cuifang's resolve to exchange the canned food for money.

But before she could speak, her husband Liang Wenjie had already handed his own portion to their daughter.

"Fei Fei, are you still hungry?"

"Take this."

Although the girl was still a bit hungry, she was sensible and shook her head, saying, "No, I won't eat it, that's for Daddy."

"Daddy hasn't eaten either."

Tears immediately fell from the couple's eyes.

Liang Wenjie hugged his wife and daughter and cried for a while, then simply opened the other two cans and served his daughter a full big bowl of fish.

"Fei Fei, eat up, there's a lot more."

"Mommy and Daddy have some too."

"Look!"

He said, pouring some more into his and his wife's bowls, seemingly oblivious to the anxious expression on Li Cuifang's face, until he saw his daughter eating the fish again and then turned to his wife.

"Don't worry anymore, eat up."

"Recovery needs nutrition."

"Just eat up."

Having said that, Liang Wenjie urged his wife with his eyes to eat quickly, while the glutton in his own stomach couldn't resist either. He picked up his portion and gulped it down greedily.

The delicious and tender fish meat, wrapped in the broth, slipped down the esophagus, cooling the fiery sensation in the stomach all of a sudden.

The taste of meat, long unexperienced by the family of three, gave them an indulgent comfort, as if they were about to sink into bliss.

Everyone's expression showed a reluctance to end the meal.

The large and small women, weakened from lack of nutrition, seemed to regain a lot of strength from that bowl of meat soup, all snuggled up in Liang Wenjie's arms, squinting their eyes to savor the rare feeling of fullness.

"You haven't told me where the stuff came from yet?"

Before Liang Wenjie could speak, his daughter looked up at Li Cuifang and said, "It must have been from those two uncles, they were just outside."

"Uncles?"

"Were there other people here just now?"

Li Cuifang had been delirious from a feverish illness, not fully regaining her consciousness until her husband returned from outside.

If it weren't for these two cans, she feared she wouldn't have made it through tonight.

Now hearing that someone had accompanied Liang Wenjie back, her eyes immediately filled with worry, afraid that her husband had done something foolish for the sake of her and their daughter.

Liang Wenjie was no fool, he read the concern in his wife's eyes in an instant.

He quickly smiled and reassured her, "Don't worry, didn't I say? Today I met a noble person who, upon hearing I had a sick wife in bed, specifically gave me medicine and canned food to bring back."

"As for those two people just now..."

"Hehe."

"They were sent by that noble person too, afraid that I might run into trouble on the way with so many things, they escorted me home."

But hearing her husband's words, Li Cuifang's eyes didn't clear of worry—instead, they gained a hint of doubt as she asked, "A noble person? Does anyone help others for no reason nowadays?"

Liang Wenjie was taken aback by her question, but after a moment, he suddenly laughed again.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm being serious with you here!"

"Honestly, just because you said a few words to them, they gave you all this medicine and food?"

Li Cuifang was slightly annoyed, thinking her husband was usually quite clever, so how could he be so careless now?

In these times, where were there good people?

They have more tricks than a toilet has flies.

But Liang Wenjie boldly said:

"Me?"

"What do I have?"

"Apart from my life, I have nothing else, so what is there to fear?"

The words Li Cuifang had been about to say were involuntarily swallowed back.

On second thought.

It seemed to be true.

In these times, perhaps the cheapest thing was human life.

Those who band together to search for supplies outside, almost every day someone doesn't come back, and it would be odd if there weren't deaths.

And the safety of Wanhao District was only apparent.

There were indeed quite a few residents.

And they were registered.

But after that, no one cared whether these people were alive or dead.

For example, in their area of residence, neighbors and strangers moved in every now and then; as for where the original residents went...

Either they starved to death, got sick and were thrown out,

Or they died outside.

Yet the houses would never be empty, as someone would immediately move in.

And all the government needed to do was change a name.

The so-called household registration was merely to show ownership of these dilapidated houses.

It was still damn temporary, at that.