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

Chapter 228 The Gift From a Noble Person

"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.

"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.