(Fell out of the classification recommendation list, begging for recommendation votes!!! ）

When the money is used, it is hated less...... No, it should be said that money is hated all the time.

Yang also found that his wealth was only enough to pay for two dog-legged knives and a two-handed sword. The original complacency, he had assets, but now he is poor and white. The purchasing power of gold is indeed not very good in the last days, and the purchasing power is insufficient when it comes to exchanging food.

"People in the last days are not stupid, they know that grain is more precious than gold."

Back at home, it took two days for the weapons to be delivered, and Yang Yijian was useless.

There are still a few catties of noodles left at home, more than ten catties of rice, a few catties of bacon, and you can eat for a while.

I ordered myself a bowl of noodles, cut a few taels of bacon, and finally ate a dinner full of oil. As far as Yang Yi estimates, in the entire settlement, his life is now at a medium level, which is not as good as those who are still extravagant, but compared with most people, it is still more than enough.

After dinner and a trip to bed, consciousness once again appeared on the zombies.

……

Coming out of the garage, Yang also felt that preparing enough food for himself was the first priority.

The edge of the city will eventually be swept away by the survivors, and when the survivors are unable to enter the city, the food crisis will become more and more serious. What will it be like then, Yang doesn't dare to say, maybe there will be more chaos in the settlement, or countless survivors will venture into the city?

Preparing enough food for yourself is not a bad thing after all.

Yang also left the private garden, and his legs exploded in the street, and he began to run.

encountered some zombies that didn't open their eyes, Yang also had no scruples, rushed to them, and dealt with them in a few clicks. Now there is no weapon at hand, Yang Yi simply ignores these zombies, virus crystallization is important, but for Yang Yi, in these tens of millions of zombie cities, it is inexhaustible.

When he came to the supermarket that was emptied last night, Yang also thought about it for a while and decided to empty the rice in the supermarket.

Compared to others, rice and noodles are the most practical, and they are also the strongest circulating goods in settlements, and they are the most popular.

There are dozens of bags of rice piled up in the supermarket, divided into 50 kilograms, 25 kilograms, and 10 kilograms. The largest quantity is Northeast rice, then pearl rice, and then Thai fragrant rice among high-end rice.

Yang Yi subconsciously scratched his head with his hand, but it turned out that he grabbed a large handful of hair from the small amount of hair.

With a "phew" sound, he shook off the hair on his paws, Yang Yi took a step forward, and then held a bag of 50 kilograms of Northeast rice, with a slight force, and it was already on his shoulders.

The scene is very funny, a little zombie is carrying a bag of rice, shaking out of the supermarket.

Even the zombies in the vicinity were stupidly looking at the strange behavior of this little zombie, they had never seen a zombie running around carrying a bag of rice like a human. Of course, these are just Yang Yi's thoughts from their point of view, in fact...... Zombies don't care how weird you are, don't pay attention to Yang Yi at all.

As long as the hungry people understand what the meaning of this 50 kilograms of rice is, boiled into porridge, 50 kilograms of rice is enough for hundreds of people to eat for a day or two.

The limbs of the zombie clone are still a little stiff, and the effect of evolution is not as ideal as imagined.

"We, ordinary people, are happy today......"

Yang also let out a loud singing voice, but through the zombie clone, it became a series of "woo" noises.

"Damn, what a disappointment!" Yang Yi stopped happily and silently carried the rice out of the area.

The moon hung in the night, illuminating the land.

It is some distance from the place where Yang Yizang is hiding, to say the least, it is seven or eight kilometers, and it takes at least three or four hours to go back and forth. Fortunately, the zombie clone is tireless, so I don't have to worry that it will be tired, or that it will not have the strength to carry the rice for three or four hours.

Walking alone in this silent land, the prosperous cities in the past, the villages and towns outside, all of them were dead silent.

Looking up at the moon hanging high in the sky, Yang Yi suddenly felt the urge to cry.

"Mom and Dad, are you okay in Heaven?"

The smile of his parents seemed to appear in the sky, which made Yang Yi's heart sour. Then the familiar faces of relatives keep appearing in their minds like shooting stars. And in his heart, Yang also swelled with endless thoughts, he stopped, staring blankly at the moon.

"Is the moon so round and bright because people miss it too much?" Yang Yi thought silently: "Parents, please rest assured, my son will live well, not only like this, but also to make a career in this last days." ”

As if there was supreme motivation, Yang Yi silently continued to move forward.

……

It took an hour and a half to finally hide the bag of rice.

Yang Yi sat on the stairs, he felt that his way was not very good, he could only carry one bag at a time, and at most three bags in one night before dawn. As for the rice in the supermarket, it will take a month or two to move it like this. What's more, there is much more to the supermarket than rice.

"Gotta think of a way, like getting a car?"

This method is the best, but Yang is also a little skeptical, and it is still unknown whether he can drive a car as a clone.

Cars, in the city, are everywhere.

In the past, luxury cars, such as Mercedes-Benz and BMW, could be seen everywhere on the streets. And more luxurious brands can also be seen. And in this area where Yang Yi mixed in, he even saw a Lamborghini and a Ferrari. But what? Now they have become ownerless, and without the backdrop of their owners, they have lost their former style.

In this post-apocalyptic world where gasoline is expensive and a little less is used, the oil tiger of the sports car may not be given to Yang Yidu.

According to Yang Yi's thoughts, even if a car or something like that, the practical surname is not big, and it is far less real than a small truck.

However, whether the clone can drive a car, Yang Yidu decided to give it a try, otherwise he would move like this, what year and month would he move to?

Another problem that needs to be solved is how to hide the grain.

Now it is stored in a grocery room, and it is not a problem to store a few bags of rice, but once the quantity is large, it cannot be hidden. Yang Yi didn't want to be unintentionally discovered by someone who had worked so hard to move the food here, and then cheapened others. So this storage problem is also a headache for Yang Yi.

"If only there was some hidden basement or something."

In order to solve this problem, Yang did not return to carry the second bag of rice, but wandered around the area, hoping to find a place to store his supplies safely.

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