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

"What are you doing? Put those things down..."

Everyone turned around at the same time and saw the short-haired girl, Xu Ran, standing in front of the pile of pickaxes, hands on her hips, glaring at an old man who was holding a pickaxe in his arms, one of the 12 best quality pickaxes.

The pickaxe gleamed coldly; even an ordinary person could tell at a glance that it was a high-quality weapon.

"What are you going to do with it? This belongs to Lord Lin Feng."

People gathered around, their eyes all fixed on the old man.

Surrounded by people, the old man not only didn't loosen his grip, but instead held on even tighter, saying matter-of-factly:

"I'm getting old, what's wrong with carrying a weapon for self-defense? Besides, I was mining yesterday, and I really like this one. I'll need it for work in the future."

A low murmur arose from the surroundings.

"How long did he work yesterday? He probably took a break after two hours?"

"Exactly, yesterday when Captain Wang Lie was organizing people to mine, he was slacking off, but when it came to distributing the porridge, he was very eager..."

"You can't steal anything anywhere!"

"Steal?" The old man's voice rose eight octaves. "I've lived this long, what haven't I seen? It's just a pickaxe! What can you do to me? I've been mining all day, it's only natural for me to have a tool!"

"It's only natural, my foot!" Xiao Rui squeezed out from the crowd.

She and Xiaoli were packing their things when they heard the commotion and ran over to see what was going on. She immediately spotted the old man's pickaxe.

Xiao Rui walked a few steps to the old man and reached out to snatch the pickaxe.

"These belong to Lord Lin Feng, you are not allowed to take them, give them back to me!"

The old man gripped it tightly and took half a step back. Xiao Rui tugged at it twice but couldn't budge it.

"You little brat!" the old man yelled, glaring at me. "You're the one who was in charge of distributing the porridge yesterday, aren't you? I did so much work yesterday, and all I got was a bowl of porridge! You heartless bastard..."

"Let go!"

"I won't let go!"

The two remained locked in a stalemate, while the surrounding chatter grew louder, with some saying, "This old man is outrageous."

Some people muttered, "It's just a pickaxe, is it really that big of a deal?"

Others said, "That pickaxe is really useful, several times sharper than a regular pickaxe. I'd like to get one too, but I'm too scared..."

"Go to hell!" A figure darted out from the crowd and kicked the old man in the butt. The old man was kicked to the ground, his pickaxe slipped from his hand, and he grimaced in pain.

It was Zhao Dayong. When he saw someone causing trouble, he stood on Lin Feng's side without thinking. He jogged forward, picked up the pickaxe from the ground, wiped the dust off his trousers, and handed it to Xiao Rui.

"Little Rui, I've brought the pickaxe back!"

Xiao Rui took the pickaxe. "Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

The old man got up from the ground, covered in dust, and said, "You...you're bullying an old man! I'm going to report you..."

"Go, go!" Zhao Dayong stood there with his arms crossed, giving him a cold look.

"Go tell Captain Wang that you were caught red-handed stealing, and see if he'll help you or throw you out of the convoy."

"You...you..." The old man's lips trembled twice, but in the end he didn't dare to go. He cursed and swam into the crowd.

Xiao Rui put the pickaxe back into the supply pile, counted the number—140, no more, no less—and finally felt relieved.

"Uncle Zhao," Xiao Rui called out, "could you help me carry these things upstairs?"

Zhao Dayong glanced at Xiao Xuan's turtle shell, which had grown even larger than last night, resembling a small mountain.

"Okay, no problem, I'll go get a few people to come along."

He waved to the people around him: "Old Li, Little Li... come and lend a hand."

Soon, several strong men arrived. They bundled the pickaxes together and carried them onto Xiao Xuan's back, one trip at a time.

Zhao Dayong worked the hardest. After moving the pickaxe, he helped the others move all the piled-up ore into the warehouse on Xiao Xuan's back. With everyone working together, they quickly finished moving everything.

Xiao Rui is dividing the last half of the pot of porridge.

"Uncle Zhao, here's a little extra for you."

Zhao Dayong looked at the bowl in his hand, which contained two more spoonfuls than the others, and gave them a simple, honest smile. "Thank you, Miss Xiaorui."

He carried his bowl of porridge, which was filled to the brim, found his wife and children, and boarded the modified bus.

"Brother Lin Feng, everything's packed!" Xiao Rui said as she carried the last item onto the turtle's back and came to Lin Feng's side.

Lin Feng nodded and gave the order to Xiao Xuan.

"Let's go!" Xiao Xuan slowly raised his head, used his earth manipulation technique to move a piece of iron ore from the warehouse on his back, flew it into his mouth, swallowed it, and then slowly propped himself up. The huge tortoise shell lifted off the ground, and the house on the tortoise's back swayed slightly.

As Xiao Xuan took a step, the ground became as flat as before.

At this moment, Shen Yutong's armored RV was the first to rush into the rain, followed closely by seven modified super buses that were already full of people. The huge tires rolled over the muddy road as if it were flat ground, and the other vehicles followed one after another.

Yu Yu showed no sign of stopping.

The moment Xiao Xuan rushed into the rain, the torrential raindrops pounded on the house. Lin Feng stood in front of the French windows, and even in daylight, he could only see the flashing lights of car headlights, his vision severely obstructed.

Xiao Xuan was enormous and walked at the very back of the convoy. With each step he took, he felt the ground vibrate.

Chen Min and Lin Feng stood side by side. In the room, ten women, including Xiao Rui, were either sitting or lying down. The room was lit with a dim, warm light, which shone on them, creating a unique beauty and allure.

Lin Feng sighed inwardly. Sure enough, a woman's beauty does require nurturing. Just two days ago, they were all filthy, with chapped lips and a foul odor. Now, after changing into clean clothes and eating a few meals of mutated creature meat, they have all regained their beauty.

It's pleasing to the eye.

Sensing Lin Feng's gaze, each of them subconsciously displayed their most beautiful or alluring side.

They were among the first women in the convoy to understand the true meaning of the apocalypse. They boarded Lin Feng's ship early on thanks to their beauty, and now they not only have three meals a day, but also a safe haven.

They exchanged a glance, and subconsciously made up their minds to do everything in their power to make Lin Feng unable to leave them.

"The water tank upstairs is full. If you want to take a shower, you can go to the bathroom. I've installed a water heater there. Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Very good……"

Several girls exclaimed in surprise, and even Su Wan, who was resting in bed, sat up. They grabbed their change of clothes and ran inside.

Their anticipation of taking a hot shower was clearly visible on their faces.

The convoy traveled through the winding wilderness, the road barely visible, relying entirely on the taillights ahead for guidance. After about an hour, Chen Min's body tensed slightly for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Lin Feng asked quickly, sensing the tension in the woman's arms.

"Something's approaching, in that direction, less than two hundred meters from the convoy!"