Everyone's on a time-travel adventure! I'm raising city beasts in a post-apocalyptic world

Wang Lie: "What are you all standing there for? Take the spoils back."

The hunting party members then came to their senses and went up to carry the spoils back to camp.

Back at the camp, when Lin Feng threw the last groundhog off the roof, the groundhogs had already piled up into a small mountain. Fang Ling was making records, and the members of the hunting team were surrounding them. Although they were injured, some with bandages wrapped around their arms and others with bandages wrapped around their legs, their expressions were extremely excited.

The surrounding area was also filled with people from the convoy, who were swallowing hard as they looked at so many groundhogs.

"The captain and his team are amazing, so many gophers..."

"Yeah, I just don't know if they'll share some with us. I haven't eaten meat for days, and I'm almost sick of wild vegetables."

"Forget about it, if you want to eat meat, join a hunting party..."

"I think wild vegetables cooked in porridge are just fine. Let me tell you, didn't you see? The corpses and wounded we brought back today, I'm afraid you might not make it back alive. Do you think those monsters are so easy to kill?"

"I wish I were an Awakened One..."

The onlookers were buzzing with discussion.

Wang Lie took the notebook from Fang Ling, glanced at it, and then spoke.

"A total of 3 level 1 ground squirrels and 32 level 0 ground squirrels were killed in this hunt. Lin Feng's team killed the most, accounting for one-third of the team's total."

"Based on this contribution, plus the promised extra 10%, the total is..."

"I don't want the level 0 ground squirrels, give me two level 1 ones." Lin Feng interrupted Wang Lie directly. He still had several hundred kilograms of food in his storage room. How could level 0 ground squirrels compare to level 1 ones? The meat from two such large ground squirrels would at least improve his physique a lot, especially for Xiaoli and the others, the improvement would be even more significant.

Are you sure?

"Sure!"

Wang Lie nodded and made a note in his notebook.

"Lin Feng's team has two level 1 ground squirrels."

Those around gasped in surprise. So many ground squirrels had been abandoned, and only two level 1 ones were kept.

Someone whispered, "Is that Lord Lin Feng crazy? The level 0 groundhog clearly got more loot." He pointed to his head.

The person next to him glanced at him and said, "You don't know anything. The meat of this thing can improve your strength. Don't be fooled by the small amount of meat you get for level 1 meat. The effect is definitely better than that of ordinary ground squirrel meat. They're making a profit."

Wang Lie continued, "I only need one level 1 ground squirrel, do you agree?"

Several awakened individuals indicated that there was no problem, and Wang Lie continued speaking after seeing that everyone had no objections.

"The hunting team hunted a total of 8 ground squirrels. According to the rules, half of them should be handed over. Tiger, go and get 4 and share them with the team!"

A burly man stepped out of the crowd, dragged four gophers out of the pile, handed them to several hunting team members, and said, "Brothers, come with me, let's share the meat."

"Okay..."

The remaining 52 members of the hunting team eagerly followed Tiger's footsteps to the side. There were four animals, each weighing thirty or forty pounds of meat, enough for each of them to have two full meals. As for the eight team members who died, they could only blame their bad luck.

"Qingluan and Michelle." Wang Lie looked at the two former big stars. After more than a week of survival in the apocalypse, they were no longer as glamorous as before, and their expressions were not good at the moment.

"Your team contributed the least, so you get 2 gophers."

"Jiang Sheng, since you've successfully cultivated and grown your first batch of 500 jin of potatoes today, I'll give you three ground squirrels."

Jiang Sheng repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Captain. Thank you, Captain. I will definitely work hard to make sure everyone has food."

Lin Feng looked at Jiang Sheng in surprise. All in all, it had only been 8 days since he traveled through time. Subtracting the time spent modifying the bus, it meant that he could produce 500 jin of potatoes in just 7 days. He was simply the chosen one of the apocalypse. What was the most lacking thing in the apocalyptic world? It was nothing but food. This meant that with him in the convoy, there would be no shortage of food.

This is only level 1, and it has already produced 500 jin in 7 days. If it were a higher level, it could produce 1000 jin or even 5000 jin, which would be enough to support the entire caravan.

Lin Feng thought to himself, "This kid is a talent. I should get to know him better if I have the chance."

"Guo Yi," Wang Lie called out, "the entire fleet's maintenance and modifications depend on you, so your contribution deserves six points."

"Hehe, thanks, Captain. I may not be good at anything else, but I can definitely fix a car." He happily took away the six gophers.

"The team's route planning all relies on Yutong, so Yutong is also divided into 8 groups."

"Fang Ling, divide them into 5 portions."

"Dong Yu, divide them into 4."

After the spoils were divided, everyone took their own spoils back to deal with them, and a fire was quickly lit in the camp.

The members of the hunting team were all grinning from ear to ear as they held their share of meat. Each person received about two pounds of meat and bones. No one even complained about the smelly internal organs, because this was the meat of a mutated creature. Every extra bite they ate might make them a little stronger.

Soon, the aroma of meat filled the camp.

"This meat really can increase strength!" someone shouted.

The atmosphere became even more lively. Some team members couldn't bear to eat it themselves and took the meat back to the car to eat with their families and children.

On the other side, Mo Qingluan and Mi Xue stood next to the Alphard, surrounded by about a hundred people.

"Sister Qingluan, what shall we eat?" a young woman dressed in ancient costume asked, her voice trembling with tears.

"Yeah, Qingluan, everyone's been without food all day."

"Sister Qingluan, please share some food. The child is crying from hunger." A middle-aged woman squeezed in, carrying a child who was crying in her arms.

"Sister Qingluan, didn't you get your share of meat? Share a little bit, just a little bit," another man said.

Mo Qingluan was carrying two moles, which seemed like a lot, weighing about 70 or 80 pounds in total. But with more than 100 people, that was hardly enough for each person, and it would only be enough for this meal. What about the next meal?

The supplies in their convoy were distributed uniformly, but after arriving at Wang Lie's convoy, the rules here were different from their communal meals.

Everyone's supplies belong to them, and everyone is short of supplies right now, so no one is willing to share them.

The only people in Wang Lie's convoy who could eat communal meals were those who had lost their vehicles and joined the patrol team or the logistics team. But even then, they were only slightly better off than the others in the convoy. At most, they would add some oil and salt to the wild vegetables, and occasionally some rice or noodles, and stew them together to make wild vegetable dumplings.

Moreover, each person's share is strictly limited; you won't starve, but you won't be full either.

When they themselves are struggling to feed themselves, it is even less likely that they will share food with those who joined the convoy halfway through the journey.

Except for a few people who might have some food hidden away, most of the people in Mo Qingluan's caravan have run out of food. Now that they are starving and have no other choice, the first person they think of is naturally their caravan leader, Yang Mi.

Mo Qingluan and Mi Xue both sensed the emotions in the crowd—the hunger, the anxiety, and the near-out-of-control chaos.

They didn't know what Wang Lie and the other Awakened Ones' attitude was towards the chaotic crowd—whether they would appease them or launch a full-scale purge. Judging from the fact that the Awakened Ones in their convoy were indifferent to the deaths of their team members during the gopher hunt today, a purge was more likely.

The probability of a major purge is higher, and she dares not gamble, especially since many of these faces are people she knows.

"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me."