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

"Brother Feng, I can help too!"

"Brother Feng, let me try too, I'm strong!"

"Brother Feng—"

Lin Feng waved his hand, ignoring him.

Lin Feng patted Xiao Xuan, signaling him to follow. The man and the tortoise led the way, followed by two temporary porters. Amidst the compliments, they passed through the camp and headed towards the convoy.

Along the way, many people witnessed this scene, with varying expressions: some were surprised, some were envious, and some...

But Lin Feng didn't care.

All I want to do right now is go back, roast locusts, and eat.

Back at the camp, campfires were already burning, their orange glow seeming especially warm in the apocalypse. People sat around the fires, cooking wild vegetables and anything else they could find to eat.

The air was filled with the bitter and strange smell of wild vegetables, interspersed with the cries of children and the whispers of women.

Lin Feng casually found an open space, gestured for the young man to put down the stag beetle, and then took the backpack from the middle-aged man.

Looking around, they moved a few stones from the side and casually piled them up, and a simple barbecue grill was ready. They also picked up some dry branches and grass from nearby. The young man and the middle-aged man were very observant; one helped build the fire, and the other helped find firewood. They were very quick and efficient.

The fire quickly rose up.

Lin Feng took out the mutated locusts from the net bag, and picked out a dozen or so of the larger ones for the young man to handle.

"Prepare them, then skewer them, and grill them in a bit."

The young man exclaimed "Hey!" and pulled out a small knife from his pocket. He squatted down and began to process the locusts. He worked very efficiently, removing the locusts' wings and internal organs in a few quick movements and stringing them together with twigs.

Just then, Lin Feng suddenly thought of something and said to the young man:

"Could you take ten locusts to the camp and exchange them for some salt?"

"Don't worry, Brother Feng, I've got this covered!"

Lin Feng counted out 10 mutated locusts from the net and handed them to the other person. He took the locusts and turned to run towards the center of the camp.

The middle-aged man watched enviously from the side, but he didn't sit idly by; he took the initiative to go and collect more firewood from the vicinity.

About ten minutes later, the young man came running back, panting.

He was holding a small bag in his hands, his face full of excitement.

"Brother Feng! Look!"

The other party opened the bag, which contained not only half a bag of salt, but also a small bag of cumin powder and chili powder.

"That's great." Lin Feng was a little surprised that the other party could find such a good thing.

"Hehe," the young man scratched his head and laughed, "I traded with a few logistics guys. They were all very happy to help when they heard it was for you."

What he didn't mention was that the ten mutated locusts caused quite a stir.

Lin Feng took the salt and seasonings and nodded in satisfaction.

"Well done."

Lin Feng took out another locust, changed the water, dissolved salt in it, soaked the skewered locust in the salt water for a while, and then put it on the fire to roast.

The flames licked at the locusts' carapaces, making a sizzling sound, and soon a rich aroma began to fill the air.

When proteins caramelize at high temperatures, the oils they contain drip onto the flames, producing an aroma that wafts straight into people's noses.

People around turned their heads, especially those sitting by the campfire eating bitter wild vegetables; they all stopped what they were doing.

They craned their necks, inhaling the fragrance in the air, their Adam's apples bobbing, their eyes fixed on Lin Feng.

The children were the first to be unable to resist.

"Mommy, it smells so good..." A little girl tugged at her mother's clothes, looking longingly in Lin Feng's direction.

"Don't look, that's not ours," the mother said, pulling the child into her arms, but she couldn't help but swallow hard.

Several men who were nearby stood up, craning their necks to look in their direction, their eyes filled with longing, struggle, and apprehension.

The rules in the team are strict.

Since arriving in this post-apocalyptic world, countless conflicts have erupted among humans in the struggle for food and survival. Of the initial few thousand, half of them did not die at the hands of monsters or in the gray fog, but at the hands of their own kind.

Therefore, after the caravan was established, in order to control the chaos and maintain stability, an ironclad rule was set: robbing others of their property was strictly prohibited, and violators would be executed.

This rule was built on the cost of countless lives.

At first, some people didn't believe it and thought they were ruthless and strong enough. After being caught, they were executed on the spot. Once, twice... Gradually, everyone understood that this rule could not be violated.

Nowadays, no matter how hungry or how much they crave food, most people don't dare to cook.

But the fragrance went straight into their nasal cavity, and some people couldn't resist it.

A man in his forties, rubbing his hands together and smiling broadly, walked towards Lin Feng.

"Brother Feng... Brother Feng, can I have a piece too?"

Lin Feng raised his head, glanced at him, his eyes calm and devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at a stone.

The man felt uneasy under that gaze and subconsciously took a half step back, but the fragrance was too alluring. He gritted his teeth and said again.

"I...I can trade you something, really, look at this!"

He hurriedly pulled a watch off his wrist and held it up in front of Lin Feng.

"Look, this is a Rolex, really. I spent hundreds of thousands on it before I time-traveled. How about I trade this watch for a couple of bites of food?"

The firelight reflected off the dial, casting a golden glow.

Lin Feng reached out and took it.

The watch was quite heavy, the dial was intact, and the hands were still ticking. Lin Feng recognized the brand; before he transmigrated, this watch was indeed a luxury he would never have dared to dream of.

Hundreds of thousands?

In this apocalyptic world, a watch worth hundreds of thousands is not as valuable as a compressed biscuit.

However, this watch does have one use: telling time. In a world without signal, cell phones are practically useless, so there aren't many things that can tell time.

"OK!"

Lin Feng put his watch in his pocket and pointed to the locusts that were being roasted.

"Change to two."

The man's eyes lit up immediately: "Really? Two? Thank you, Brother Feng! Thank you, Brother Feng!"

He was about to reach for it when he suddenly remembered something and cautiously asked, "Brother Feng, could you exchange it for two more?"

"Fine, don't change it then."

Lin Feng handed the watch back, his tone completely indifferent.

"You should know how precious the food we eat is now, right?"

The man quickly waved his hand and pushed the watch into Lin Feng's arms.

"Okay, okay, two it is, thanks Feng-ge!"

He took two golden-brown locusts from the fire, turned and ran, as if afraid Lin Feng would change his mind.

This scene was witnessed by others, and it immediately caused a commotion, with a large crowd gathering around.

"Brother Feng! I have something I'd like to trade with you..."

"Brother Feng, I have a genuine Swiss Army knife here. Can we trade it?"

"Brother Feng, I have a necklace here, it's pure gold..."