Leading a few zombie buddies, they moved the materials for making dumplings into the house. Wei Xuan also took some frozen lamb from the downstairs freezer and tried making a little dough to see if it could still be eaten after it was cooked.
After all, flour is not like other things. As long as it doesn’t change color or have a strange smell, who knows if it has gone bad?
Wei Xuan now only dares to make and eat it because of his zombie physique. Otherwise, if it were before the long sleep, he wouldn’t even consider this issue and would definitely change the menu.
Without much effort, Wei Xuan made some dough, spread it on a griddle, and fried it. The aroma of the cooked flour instantly wafted from the heated griddle, and Wei Xuan sniffed it, feeling that there didn’t seem to be any strange smell. He flipped it over and waited a bit, then picked up a piece and took a bite.
“Um, it doesn’t have much flavor, and there’s hardly any wheat fragrance, but it should be fine,” he chewed and swallowed, then stuffed the rest into his mouth. He hadn’t eaten staple foods for a long time, and since there was fresh and abundant lamb and chicken in the house, he certainly wouldn’t eat grains that had clearly expired a long time ago and may or may not have gone bad.
But now that he had taken a bite, he realized that people still needed to eat some starchy foods to feel satisfied…
With that thought in mind, Wei Xuan didn’t continue to fuss. He placed the lamb in his bedroom with an electric heater to thaw, while he cleaned up and went downstairs.
The zombie buddies who had just helped him move things had left on their own after moving everything to the third floor. However, there were still a few zombie buddies wandering in the neighborhood. When they saw Wei Xuan and his companion come out, they excitedly approached from the thick snow, seeking job opportunities.
Looking at their numbers, Wei Xuan felt it was a bit low. So, he shouted loudly, “Come out, twenty more to help me move things!” His words had just fallen, and several zombie buddies rushed out from the building where the zombie buddies lived. Even from the window, some zombie buddies jumped out…
Watching this group of zombie buddies rushing over to help, Wei Xuan couldn’t help but wonder what he would encounter if he continued to live with this group in the future. But it was too late to change his mind, and he wasn’t the type to use them and then discard them, so he could only endure it.
Leading a group of zombie buddies up and down the stairs, they gathered a large pile of food ingredients that he could no longer use and would never eat in the future. Among them were expired canned meat, expired canned fruits, expired snacks, and expired cookies, among others. There were so many of them that even fifty zombie buddies couldn’t carry them all.
Looking up at the sky again, Wei Xuan turned to his zombie buddies, who were waiting eagerly for his instructions. He felt it would be better to finish this task in one go.
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“Come out, thirty more! Follow me in an orderly manner, no chaos!” His words had just fallen, and thirty more zombie buddies came running. In fact, when Wei Xuan called out the zombie buddies earlier, they had been arranged in order, starting from the first position they had followed him in when he left the house.
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In no time, all the zombie buddies had their bags filled and their hands holding various items. However, there was still a pile of things left on the ground that clearly couldn’t fit anymore.
Wei Xuan was about to call ten more zombie buddies to help with the items, but he stopped abruptly, thinking of something. He turned to Du Hang and asked, “Can you find out where there are still living people in the city?”
As far as Wei Xuan knew, the only place with living people was the high-rise residential area. The other places where he had found people in the early days of the apocalypse might no longer have anyone.
He hadn’t been to some of those places for a long time, and he couldn’t be sure now. If they piled all these items near the high-rise residential area, they might end up with too much stuff. If there were still other living people in the city, he could have the zombie buddies distribute the items more evenly. And if the distribution was scattered, coming back for more wouldn’t be too troublesome.
After hearing Wei Xuan’s question, Du Hang nodded and pointed in a few directions. “There, there, there…”
Wei Xuan’s eyes lit up. “Are you sure there are people in those places?”
Seeing Du Hang nod again, Wei Xuan quickly gestured for him to carry him. In the midst of the snowstorm, a group of zombies with bags full of supplies bounced and frolicked on the snowy streets, active in various parts of the city…
Early the next morning, the residents of the high-rise community, who had rested for a night, got up and tidied up their personal hygiene. Due to several heavy snowfalls outside, they had collected a considerable amount of snow to use for daily drinking and other purposes.
Moreover, compared to summer, the snow in winter was more convenient because it wouldn’t melt immediately. So, for some time, they could still find ways to bring some snow up from downstairs to use.
Of course, they had also transformed the lower floors of the building into a reservoir after sealing them off completely earlier. They could store the collected snow there, and when the weather turned warmer, it would naturally melt and become a source of water for daily use. The only problem was that in winter, both the snow and the previously stored water would freeze, making it a bit challenging to use.
The person responsible for monitoring the outside situation yawned, casually scanning the area below. Then, he suddenly choked on his yawn, causing him to cough continuously. It took him a while to regain his composure before calling out to the others, “Come quick! What are those things downstairs!?”
Hearing his voice, others who had gradually woken up and gathered in the common area rushed over to look out the window. As they saw what was outside, they were all taken aback.
“What are those things?!”
“So many of them!”
“Weren’t they there before?”
“The outside is covered in snow. If there were things there before, wouldn’t we have seen them immediately?”
“They look… like canned goods or something!”
“Wait, could it be that Old Zhang and the others brought these back?”
Old Zhang was one of the original members of the high-rise community. Even after turning into a zombie, he didn’t actively harm people and occasionally brought back some supplies to toss into the building.
“No way! Even if they collected supplies, they wouldn’t leave them outside in the snow, right? Didn’t they usually just throw things in directly?”
The group of people once again exchanged puzzled looks, unable to make sense of the situation.
Overnight, outside of the current only surviving “base” in the city with living people, there had suddenly appeared piles of various items, including canned goods, dry goods, biscuits, and snacks. These heaps and bags resembled the large gift packages people used to exchange during the pre-apocalyptic New Year’s celebrations.
The sudden appearance of these “gift packages” had left the residents of these bases terrified and bewildered. Although they had mostly discovered these items shortly after daybreak, almost no one dared to immediately go out and pick them up, fearing that they might be traps set by the zombies. And it was entirely possible!
Recently, most of the people in these bases had noticed that the zombies outside were behaving strangely, such as digging pits, having increased jumping ability, or grabbing humanoid objects—whether they were human or zombie—and running around the streets.
If the place where these items were placed had been rigged with zombie traps, and these items were bait… They were not foolish enough to go out and pick them up! Besides, who knew how many zombies were buried under the snow in that area? They didn’t want to meet their end so soon!
Days passed one by one, and on the third day, some people couldn’t resist the temptation any longer and finally sent out individuals from their respective bases who were skilled and fast to either go downstairs to retrieve the items or use ropes and hooks to “reel” them in.
This process went relatively smoothly. Even if some people accidentally alerted the zombies “sleeping” in the snow while going out, they managed to escape because they were close and acted swiftly. By the time the zombies came out, most of the people who had gone outside had already returned to their living spaces, leaving the zombies waving and roaring downstairs.
However, after retrieving the items, the residents began to worry again—no traps was a good thing, of course. But could these items really be eaten? Were they poisoned? Or were there poisons on the containers themselves? Would those who touched the canned goods and bags be poisoned or even turn into zombies?
Overthinking the situation, many people missed the best time to enjoy the New Year gift packages. However, no matter what, these items would eventually serve their intended purpose in the hands of the survivors, sooner or later finding their way into their stomachs. The only problem was that some of the items had indeed expired for too long, which might lead to upset stomachs for those who consumed them.
Of course, Wei Xuan had no idea about the commotion his sent-out items had caused among the survivors in this city. He had deliberately chosen to have his zombie buddies place the items in locations near these bases, where they were relatively easy to retrieve and had the least number of nearby zombies.
After placing all the items in position, he calmly returned home with his zombie buddies— to make dumplings.
Since he could still eat the flour at home, Wei Xuan didn’t hold back. He kneaded a large bowl of dough and placed it aside to rise. Then, he grabbed a kitchen knife and a sturdy chopping block and started chopping meat.
Even with his zombie strength, he still needed to be careful and use the right amount of force when chopping meat. He had to be cautious not to damage the chopping block beneath, as it would be disastrous if wood chips ended up in the meat. Although he now had a stomach capable of digesting almost anything, the texture of wood chips was still unappetizing, and he had absolutely no interest in trying it.
Thanks for the chapter! Zombie Santa…
Hahhahah Zombie King WX is distributing new year gift to his people. 😂
Thank you for the chapter!
I really wonder what happened to the hydroponics machine and all the plants on the balcony… which were noted as very overgrown and in need of harvesting when he first woke up from his coma, and then… were never mentioned again. Especially the ‘trees’ in the hydroponics machine that were growing laterally due to lack of space. I think the author forgot about them…