Traveling through the doomsday, I become the largest supplier

Against the desolate backdrop of the end times, survival becomes extremely difficult. However, even in such an environment, there are people who can find a silver lining. By accumulating a little bit of resources every day, in the long run, even expensive guns may become their pockets. Of course, this possibility is based on perseverance and perseverance. Those with a little more luck may occasionally find a more valuable level 2 crystal, but such cases are rare after all. For most people who lack advanced weapons, facing zombies above level 2 is undoubtedly a life-and-death gamble, and the risk is extremely high.

In such an environment, Zhou Feng's existence is particularly special. Not only does he have enough resources, but he also seems to have his own unique understanding of how to survive in the last days. When he met the brothers, Xu Yuhai and Xu Dali, the deal between them left both parties feeling suspicious. Zhou Feng learned their names through this transaction: the witty elder brother Xu Yuhai and the powerful younger brother Xu Dali. This pair of brothers, who have lost all their loved ones, are struggling to survive in the last days. Like many other corpse hunters who relied on primitive tools to hunt zombies, they relied on this primitive and dangerous way to survive until now.

Xu Yuhai's alertness and wisdom allowed them to survive the end times, and Xu Dali, as his name suggests, has amazing power. Even though he looked emaciated now, his strength was still astounding, and even a man in the prime of life might not be able to match him.

After the deal was completed, the brothers had planned to continue their hunt, as they had barely enough food to sustain one meal and dinner had not yet arrived. However, Zhou Feng did not easily let go of this opportunity to contact people. He made a tempting suggestion: since his own source of food was almost inexhaustible, he proposed to hire Xu Yuhai and Xu Dali for a few days, in exchange for adequate food for three meals a day. The two brothers were stunned and then ecstatic by this proposal, which was undoubtedly a rare blessing for them.

Zhou Feng gently handed the heavy small backpack to the Xu brothers in front of him, and said in a calm tone: "There are more than a dozen catties of potatoes in here, which should be enough for you to sustain your life for two or three days." There was a hint of concern in his eyes, as if he was silently telling them that at least for a few days, they didn't have to worry about food.

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Xu brothers, who were hungry yesterday and barely ate one meal, are now excited to see this unexpected gift. They sprang into action, gathered some dry branches, dug a rudimentary pit, carefully buried half of the potatoes in it, and then lit a raging fire on it. The firelight reflected their faces, and Xu Yuhai said with a hint of embarrassment: "I was really hungry yesterday, and I was tired early this morning, and my stomach was empty." When we have eaten and drunk enough, we will entrust our lives to you. "

Zhou Feng didn't show any discomfort, he casually picked up a handful of hay from the grass next to him, put it on the ground casually, and then sat down. As someone who grew up in the countryside, he is no stranger to this primitive way of baking potatoes. In his eyes, the method adopted by the Xu brothers, although simple and crude, is the most simple and down-to-earth cooking method.

In his spare time waiting for the potatoes to be baked, Zhou Feng chatted with the Xu brothers, thus gaining a preliminary understanding of the refugee camp. From their narratives, Zhou Feng felt the depression and helplessness of the refugee camp. Nearly 70,000 refugees are gathered there, and they seem to be trapped in a huge fence, with no freedom to live in. In the eyes of the Authority, these refugees are nothing more than a herd of lambs to the slaughter, a reserve force ready to be mobilized. Zhou Feng's heart couldn't help but feel a deep sense of sympathy and indignation.

In that desolate world in the afterglow of the apocalypse, the sun scorched the earth mercilessly, its heat penetrating the grains of sand, quickly roasting the potatoes buried in them. The Xu brothers, two survivors who depended on each other in the apocalypse, although they knew that the potatoes were still hot, they were hungry, desperately grabbed the hot potatoes, and devoured them, the embarrassed eating appearance is the most direct interpretation of the survival instinct.

At this moment, Zhou Feng, a traveler who had also been tested in the last days, took out a small bag of precious bulk refined salt from his pocket and suggested softly: "Add some salt, it will taste better...... His words were simple but full of care. The Xu brothers stopped their hurried eating, staring blankly at the refined salt in Zhou Feng's hand, a glimmer of disbelief flashing in their eyes. Immediately, they excitedly snatched the salt bag from Zhou Feng's hand and couldn't wait to sprinkle it on the potatoes, the originally monotonous food instantly became extremely delicious, and they ate even more feverishly.

Finally, when the last piece of potato was wiped out, the Xu brothers drank a few sips of the water they carried with them, quenched their thirst a little, and then looked at Zhou Feng with a hint of embarrassment and apology, and stammered, "Yes...... I'm sorry, but if you don't pay attention, you'll finish eating. "They used up most of the bags of refined salt, and the rest of the empty bags, they clung to them as if they were the last straw.

Zhou Feng's eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam, and he muttered to himself, "Why didn't I think of it?" In this apocalyptic world, food is indeed crucial, but the importance of salt to the human body is not inferior to food. Since the sudden extraterrestrial virus swept the world, crushing the entire human society, countless industrial systems have suffered devastating blows, and the way of life of human beings has been completely subverted. In such a world, far from the densely populated coastal areas, access to salt has become extremely difficult, and the value of salt, in many cases, is even more precious than food itself, and more precious than gold. Zhou Feng realized that this small bag of refined salt might be the key to their survival.

In that refugee camp, full of misery and despair, Zhou Feng could not know exactly how many people had not tasted salt for a long time. This number was unknown to him, but his instincts told him that there were not a few such people. In this environment of scarce materials and extremely difficult living conditions, salt, a basic condiment, has become a luxury. However, this situation seems to provide a new opportunity for Zhou Feng, a new choice that may help him make some kind of decision. He knew that in such an environment, even the slightest help could make a big difference, and that was exactly what he wanted.