Apocalyptic Disaster: Stockpile Supplies for Free and Make a Comeback

Chapter 44 Distribution
"Oh, okay."

Looking at Liu Yanyang's lonely and aggrieved figure, Wang Fang felt a mix of emotions.

“You child, how can you talk like that? No matter what, we are relatives. Even if we break blood, we are still connected by tendons. If we ever need anything in the future, we can help each other out. Yanyang has had a hard time too.”

"At least don't look so bad on the surface," Zhao's father whispered from the side.

"Is it our fault that she's having a hard time?" Zhao Yanzhou scoffed. "Since it's not our fault, don't blame us! When your second uncle called home to tell you to stock up on supplies and lock the door, you let this family in. After all these days, did you really think they could help us?"

"This family is like vampires. They burn others to light their own way, and they think our help is a given. They never care about the lives of others. Tomorrow I will talk to them and make them move out."

"I'm not saying I want them to stay, I'm just saying we shouldn't strain the relationship," Wang Fang explained.

She had wanted Liu Yanyang's family to move out for a long time. When they were trapped in their home, they hoped for rescue every day, wanting the rescue team to take them away. But the rescue never came, and she didn't want to ask them to leave.

Every time she was about to bring it up, Liu Yanyang would say nice things to her with red eyes, which is why she never brought it up.

“You’re thinking of them, but they just want to take advantage. Jing Zhigao is such a grown man, are we supposed to support him?” Zhao Yanzhou didn’t want to continue the conversation. After finishing his food, he picked up his backpack and headed to his room.

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The next day, early in the morning, everyone was excitedly waiting to receive the supplies. They checked their work and night watch records with Uncle Li several times, afraid of missing anything.

Song Jinhe and the others, who had been working hard outside for several days and were finally getting a good night's sleep, didn't get up this early. They waited by the truck.

Liu Yanyang and Jing Zhigao also arrived early, and they kept saying that the truck was driven back by their family members. The person who had taken the shift with Jing Zhigao rolled his eyes.

He hid under the bed to sleep halfway through his guard duty. I'm speechless. He still thinks he's a young master even in the apocalypse.

If it weren't for Zhao Yanzhou's sake, no one would have been so polite to him. They were grateful to those who were willing to go out and find supplies, and they cherished their current lives.

Around 8 a.m., Song Jinhe stood in front of the mirror after getting up and saw that there were a few small rashes on the area below her collarbone. She had scratched them a couple of times while she was half asleep last night because they were itchy, and the skin had broken open.

It's probably an allergic reaction caused by the damp weather. She used to be prone to allergies even when she was taking a lot of medicine.

Song Jinhe took out some ointment from her spatial storage, applied it to her hands, washed them, changed into clean clothes, and went downstairs.

"Where's Cheng Yan?" Song Jinhe looked at the empty living room.

"They sprinkled quicklime in the backyard and made quicklime using your method. They delivered some this morning." Jiang Shi'an walked out of the kitchen, his brow furrowing slightly. "You need to see him about something?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted him to check if the medicine is suitable for his condition." Song Jinhe took out the ointment in her hand. After all, she was just guessing that it was an allergic reaction, but it would be more reliable to ask him. She was also worried that it might get worse.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shi'an frowned almost imperceptibly, his eyes filled with doubt. "Am I someone I can't ask?"

"No, not exactly." Song Jinhe handed him the ointment and explained the symptoms.

"Unbutton your collar."

Song Jinhe put down the soy milk in her hand, unbuttoned a button, and met the suddenly drawn dark eyes. Her drooping fingers tightened involuntarily.

"It's scratched so badly, apply the topical antibiotic ointment twice more to prevent infection." Jiang Shi'an straightened up and looked away, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.

Song Jinhe responded, picked up the soy milk again, took a sip and felt it wasn't sweet enough, so she added a small packet of white sugar, telling herself—as long as she wasn't nervous, it was others who were nervous!
When Song Jinhe went out to get supplies after breakfast, she felt much relieved to see the mutated leeches writhing in pain in the damp quicklime.

Although these things have mutated and there are many of them, they haven't mutated to the point where they are beyond our previous understanding and cannot be killed.

As soon as the weather improves, they disappear into the roads and grass.

The people waiting outside Uncle Li's house looked expectant as they saw Song Jinhe and Zhuang Ting arrive one after another.

The moment the truck's cargo compartment opened, its overflowing contents caused everyone to unconsciously quicken their breathing.

They were practically gnawing on tree bark; the fish they caught yesterday using bamboo baskets were even fried and eaten, bones and all.

Song Jinhe wanted to take the two photovoltaic panels; this had been agreed upon beforehand and wouldn't be counted in the 60% of the supplies.

It was kept in the truck so that it could be taken out and used openly and legitimately.

After taking their share, the remaining 40% was given to Uncle Li to manage.

Liu Yanyang looked at Song Jinhe and Zhuang Ting, who had received the most supplies, while Zhao Yanzhou, who had gone out with them, received far less. Standing next to Wang Fang, she said, "What happened? Yanzhou didn't drive the car back, yet he received the least."

She was also hoping to get some supplies from Wang Fang; if Yan Zhou got less, wouldn't she get even less?

They took the solar panels, and they also took all the other supplies.

"Brother Zhao, my mom is right. You were the one who drove the car back." Jing Zhigao said in a low voice, so that only the few of them could hear him.

"They did most of the work in fighting the zombies, and they also found most of the supplies. I just acted as the driver."

This villa area was brought together by Uncle Li, but only two groups of people truly have the power.

They are fully capable of surviving outside. If they were to withdraw, this place would simply cease to function. It is reasonable for the core combat force to obtain more resources.

Keeping them in check is the only way to save this place.

Zhao Yanzhou turned to Jing Zhigao and said, "If you want to take more supplies, you can come along next time. People who do nothing should shut up."

“Brother Zhao, I’m only thinking of you.” Jing Zhigao lowered his head without saying a word, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

They even started lecturing him. He wouldn't have put up with it if it weren't for the supplies.

Everyone was happy to receive the supplies. As soon as Liu Yanyang entered, she grabbed Wang Fang and showered her with sweet talk. The two then started talking about what they wanted to eat for lunch.

Although Zhao Yanzhou received fewer supplies than Song Jinhe and Zhuang Ting, it was still comparable to the others, and the items were of good quality, enough to afford a few extravagant meals.

“Aunt Liu, I already said yesterday that if you don’t want to choose a house, I’ll help you choose one,” Zhao Yanzhou interrupted them.
"Yan Zhou, are you really going to kick us out?"

Liu Yanyang's face turned pale instantly. Seeing Zhao Yanzhou's resolute expression and the awkward but unyielding attitude of Wang Fang and her husband, she said dejectedly,

"Sister, thank you for your help these past few days. We'll move now. If you need any help in the future, just let me know. We're family here, which is always better than strangers."