Reborn To The Start Of The Apocalypse To Farm - Chapter 42

Wei Xuan opened his eyes again, looking at Du Hang who was still ‘catching’ snowflakes with his mouth open. He remembered that the survivors in the base in the previous life began to complain some time after the end of the world, saying that the zombies outside had become familiar with their weird strength and running speed. Even after a year or two, the zombies became much more cunning than in the early days and even knew how to set traps to catch the survivors who came to the city.

From this point of view, rather than saying that the zombies gradually became familiar with their body’s abilities, it might be better to say that something stimulated their evolution and development.

So what would stimulate them and allow them to gradually evolve bit by bit after zombification?

The strange snow.

It was the strange snow that turned the whole world into zombies. It directly turned most of the humans into zombies, and a small number of humans gained supernatural powers. Then, in the days to come, it will allow those humans who have become zombies to gradually master and become familiar with their abilities little by little, and maybe… it will also allow them to regain their intelligence.

Wei Xuan didn’t know what this meant, and he couldn’t imagine the future of human society.

If the zombies can get a chance to survive for a long time, then Wei Xuan is absolutely happy to see it. But if this will destroy human society… he will still feel a faint sadness in his heart. The current situation makes it impossible for him to classify his status into either side, but he has a relationship with both sides. An inseparable relationship.

“In short…it all depends on God’s will.” He slowly walked back to Du Hang’s side, because today’s shock was too great, Wei Xuan felt suddenly very tired, so he rested his head on Du Hang’s shoulder, wrapped his hand around Du Hang’s waist, and stood quietly with him on the roof.

The changes in the world, and the future of mankind, all of these are not something that an ordinary person can change. He just needs to live a good life with his Du Hang.

Du Hang, who was eating snowflakes just a moment ago, felt Wei Xuan’s embrace. He lowered his head, closed his mouth, and looked at the top of Wei Xuan’s head leaning on him. At this moment Du Hang blinked his eyes looking at Wei Xuan with some emotion on his face and puzzlement in his eyes. Yes, he blinked, although he would close his eyes to imitate the way humans sleep, Du Hang, who has never blinked before, actually blinked at this time.

But Wei Xuan didn’t see this scene, which also saved him from having to burn his brain cells again because of this sudden situation.

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Therefore, although Wei Xuan felt a little cold, it was as if he was standing near an ice cream trolley in midsummer. Although it was cold, it would not cause him to get sick.

“The snow has stopped…it’s time for us to get busy.” Wei Xuan checked the situation in the sky. The dark clouds in the sky had gradually dispersed, and the gray sky gradually revealed a blue color. It is still daytime, so I am afraid that the snow will completely melt into snow water without waiting until tomorrow.

He needs to hurry up and deal with the snow before it melts – collect as much snow as possible from other places into the extra containers he has!

The snow that fell to the ground may be contaminated with zombie viruses, so I don’t need to collect it specially, not to mention that after they melt, they will condense into that kind of strange snowflakes underground. If I fail to gather the snowflakes this way, then I can still dig in the ground later. 

Therefore, Wei Xuan asked Du Hang to stay where he was, while he quickly picked up the top layer of snow that fell on the roof, and collected them all into nearby pots and buckets—after all, he didn’t know if the roof was infected with the zombie virus?

The sky gradually cleared up, and the sun, which had been covered by thick black clouds before, reappeared. It didn’t take long for the intense sunlight to completely melt the snow that had just fallen. When all the snowflakes have been melted into snow water, it wasn’t even evening yet!

Looking at the water level in the pots and jars around him, which was much lower than when it was still snow-covered just now, Wei sighed helplessly. He could only secretly hope that the content of special snowflakes in these snow waters would not be too low. Otherwise, God knows how many snowflakes he can collect in one basin. If the ratio is too low, it is better to wait until a week after it snows and then slowly dig a hole to find snowflakes.

Because of a sudden strange snow, Wei Xuan, who had been relatively leisurely, was busy for a long time. Fortunately, because of the hot weather, Wei Xuan only had time to go to the roofs of the two buildings to deal with the snow outside. At this time, the snow that had not fallen into the pots and pans had already begun to melt. Although it was a waste, it saved him from his business.

Using the binoculars to confirm the condition of the surrounding roofs again, Wei Xuan took Du Hang’s hand and went downstairs with him to go home – make dinner, rest, and go to bed!

Since there were batches of fresh potatoes that ripened one after another, and since he got a bunch of recipes, Wei Xuan’s food has greatly improved.

Before the apocalypse and in his previous life, he seldom made meals by himself, and finally found a good way to change his mood in this boring apocalypse.

Every few days, he would develop new recipes when he had nothing to do, and every once in a while, he would soak the dried meat he had dried in the early days to add to his meals.

After the strange snow, Wei Xuan returned home and opened the refrigerator, smiled, and took out two fresh-keeping boxes and a fresh-keeping bag and put them on the table.

Among the two boxes, one contained the cold potato shreds he made yesterday afternoon, and the other contained spicy minced meat made from soaked meat. And in that bag were the cakes he made yesterday.

For people who have never learned how to cook, it is not easy to make pancakes with a complete shape, moderate hardness, and no damage. Wei Xuan had tried a few times before, but in those few times, every face-to-face meeting was equivalent to a war… The cleaning work afterward gave him a headache every time.

This time, he finally made a pie crust that at least satisfied himself without any major problems.

He took out a cold burrito, sprinkle potato shreds on the center of the burrito, sprinkled some minced meat on it, rolled it up, and put it in the microwave for 30 seconds, now he can eat a hot burrito!

This kind of food made by himself made Wei Xuan feel that it seemed to be much tastier than the similar food he bought from those shops and stalls before!

Because he often makes potato shreds, there is no problem. But the spicy fried minced pork… the soy sauce and the noodle sauce are a bit too much. But as long as you put a little less when eating, and don’t need to smear the sauce on the crust, wouldn’t it be good? It can also save meat!

Whenever Wei Xuan was eating, Du Hang would sit obediently by the side, neither disturbing nor moving around, just watching his movements quietly.

When the two first acted together, unless Wei Xuan was constantly moving, Du Hang would not usually pay attention to him. He didn’t seem to be interested in anything. 

But later, especially recently, Du Hang will focus more and more on Wei Xuan, whether he is walking around, just sitting and reading, or lying down to rest. Du Hang kept looking at him even when Wei Xuan was eating. 

This change was subtle and gradual, so Wei Xuan, who stayed with Du Hang almost 24 hours a day, did not realize it. He even almost forgot that earlier, if Du Hang stared at him for a long time, he would have wondered if something had been stained on him.

After dinner with a happy face, Wei Xuan, who cleaned up the mess, began to sigh again: “Alas… unfortunately, after these rice and noodle ingredients are eaten, we can only live on potatoes.” Potatoes are not bad, but he doesn’t want to eat potatoes for every meal. 

Not to mention that these rice noodles will go bad after two or three years, but the shelf life of those non-staple food seasonings, oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar is impossible to last for too long. Even if I use my ability to collect a large number in advance and fill up the entire community, it’s useless—they will all spoil eventually.

But even if he can find the corresponding books on making oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar, he can’t grow the corresponding crops… Even miscellaneous grains will mutate, and even if the mutated grains can still be eaten. He doesn’t have so many places to grow them, and even if there is a place, there is no guarantee that their mass production will surpass potatoes to replace his future staple food.

People can endure the hardships of life, but once they experience a happy life, and think about a ‘bright’ future, they can no longer be happy with a bleak life. Wei Xuan was caught in such entanglement thoughts. 

Fortunately, he firmly believes that there is no such thing as a perfect road, and if the future is not something that normal humans can persist in, then he will simply turn into a zombie, live a life of eating snowflakes with Du Hang, and never bother with human problems again.