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

Soon, the first person came out carrying ore. He was a middle-aged man, his face covered in sweat and ore dust. He carried it several times and placed it on the scale.

"One hundred and one jin (501 kg), what's your name?"

"Zhao Dayong!"

Xiaoli appeared out of nowhere, holding a notebook and a pen: "Okay, Zhao Dayong, 101 jin, go get the porridge over there."

Zhao Dayong walked to the stove and took the bowl that Sister Hong handed him. The bowl was not big, but the porridge inside was very thick and salt was added.

Lin Feng ignored Fang Ling's advice and added more water and even salt to the porridge, all to give them more energy to work.

The camp was in complete chaos.

Just now, some people were saying that Lin Feng was too greedy, only giving a bowl of porridge for digging up 100 jin of meat, and that they should save their effort. But now, smelling this aroma, they can't sit still anymore.

"Really? They'll really give you porridge, not some watery porridge with wild vegetables, but real rice porridge!"

"Hurry up and get your pickaxe, or there won't be any left."

Those who were sleeping in the car or dozing by the campfire, even the lazy people from Mo Qingluan's original crew, all stood up and rushed towards the mine.

"Don't rush, don't rush, please line up..."

Soon all 140 pickaxes were gone. Those who received tools rushed into the mine excitedly, while those who didn't get any stood aside, unwilling to leave.

And the crowd was still surging in, with a man who looked to be about fifty or sixty years old squeezing in.

"Young man, I can mine too. It's just a hundred pounds. I worked in the mines when I was young, I'm quite strong."

Lin Feng looked at the pickaxes that had already been distributed on the ground and said, "The pickaxes are gone. You'll have to figure it out yourselves. You can dig with your own tools, or you can go to Guo Yi to buy some. As long as you collect 100 kilograms, I'll exchange them for porridge."

The old man nodded, squeezed through the crowd, and the others followed him to find Guo Yi. Lin Feng smiled when he saw this.

"Brother Guo, don't say I'm not loyal, but here's the deal!"

The sound of picks clashing in the mine grew more frequent, and Lin Feng's face broke into a wide smile as he watched the ore pile up higher and higher.

Suddenly, a short, plump woman appeared, dressed in stained designer clothes and wearing a large gold chain. She walked over and said, "You have so much porridge, why don't you share some with us? We're all survivors, shouldn't we help each other?"

Lin Feng was stunned. Where did this idiot come from?

The person weighing the items nearby retorted, "Go mine for yourself! You can exchange a hundred kilograms for a bowl of porridge."

To everyone's surprise, the woman's voice rose eight octaves upon hearing this: "Why? Why should we women have to work in the mines? This is men's work. What's wrong with sharing some with us women? Can't we even have a hot meal?"

There was a moment of silence. It had been a long time since they had heard such bizarre remarks. Mo Qingluan's car team really had all sorts of people.

"Mo Qingluan, are you going to take care of your people or not? If not, I'll chop them up and feed them to the monsters!"

Mo Qingluan was resting by the fire with her eyes closed when she suddenly heard Lin Feng calling her. She opened her eyes, looked in Lin Feng's direction, stood up, and walked over to him unhurriedly.

Michelle followed behind her, her gaze towards Lin Feng somewhat unfriendly.

Mo Qingluan approached Lin Feng with a beaming smile, her beautiful eyes seeming to speak volumes: "Brother Lin Feng, you've wronged me. These aren't people from my caravan. Even we're from your caravan, aren't we?"

She turned her head to look at Michelle beside her.

Michelle snorted and turned her face away, too lazy to continue the conversation.

Mo Qingluan shrugged and spread his hands at Lin Feng, "So, you handle it, I don't care."

Lin Feng didn't expect Mo Qingluan to be so decisive and give up on the matter so easily.

The woman clearly hadn't expected Mo Qingluan to react this way. A hint of panic flashed across her face, but she quickly put on a fierce but cowardly act.

"Who do you think you are? You dare touch me? Do you even know who I am?...

"Get out of my sight. I'll give you ten seconds." Lin Feng interrupted her directly.

The woman froze for a second, then exploded.

"You little punk, who do you think you are? If it weren't for the apocalypse, you wouldn't even be worthy of carrying my shoes on Earth. Do you know who my husband is? One word from him and he can make you lose your place in this industry..."

The more a woman says something, the harsher it gets.

Lin Feng's face immediately darkened.

"Little Black!"

Upon hearing Lin Feng's command, Xiao Hei, who was squatting next to Lin Feng, moved instantly.

He darted to the woman like a gust of wind, opened his mouth, and bit her calf with sharp teeth. Without any hesitation, he dragged her toward the edge of the protected area.

"Aaaaaah... Let me go, let me go, help! Murder! An Awakened One is murdering someone..."

Her body was dragged on the ground by Xiao Hei, covered in gravel and mud. Her hands were futilely digging at the ground, her fingers bleeding and mangled, but she couldn't stop for a second.

"I was wrong, please spare me... spare my life..."

It eventually turned into desperate wails.

Xiao Hei dragged her straight out of the area. It was pouring rain outside, and the rain made a chilling sound. No one could see what was happening in the darkness. The screams stopped abruptly.

[Evolution Point +1]

Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly.

The entire camp was silent for a few seconds as the black dog shook off the water droplets and then quietly sat back down next to Lin Feng.

Those who were chatting and laughing before now looked at Lin Feng with completely different eyes. In addition to the envy and flattery they had shown before, there was now a hint of fear and apprehension.

Although the other awakened individuals in the convoy were indifferent, they would not kill people for trivial matters. Some, like Mo Qingluan and Mi Xue, would even take the initiative to protect ordinary people. Wang Lie and the others would also accept survivors they encountered on the road. Regardless of their motives, they were at least mild-mannered on the surface.

Quiet discussions began to break out in the camp.

"He... he really threw that woman out to feed the monsters?"

"Although that woman is annoying, she doesn't deserve to die..."

"Stay away from him from now on."

Lin Feng ignored all of this, turned to look at Sister Hong, and his tone returned to normal.

"Sister Hong, you and your girls can eat as much of the porridge in the pot as you like. Don't let your hard work go to waste. Get things arranged properly and don't cause any trouble."

Sister Hong witnessed the whole thing. Her foxy eyes lingered on Lin Feng's face for two seconds before she smiled. In the apocalypse, only a man like this could keep things in order. She felt that she had made the right choice.

"Don't worry, I'll thank you on behalf of the girls." She turned to her subordinates, her voice regaining its crispness: "You all heard me, there's plenty of porridge, get to work."

Lin Feng turned to leave, when Mo Qingluan's voice came from behind:

"Lin Feng, wait!"