CHAPTER 174: CHAPTER 93 [CLOUD FOREST SKILL] (5.6)_3

"Come down first, I’m arranging things."

"Thank you, Brother Zhang!"

As Zhang Feng spoke, everyone excitedly thanked him, and then opened the long-closed doors of their homes.

For a moment, Zhang Feng could hear the clattering sounds of doors opening and closing.

Apart from that, there was no sound of zombies in these buildings.

After two months, these scattered zombies had been gradually cleared by them.

Of course, they had some ideas about the horde of zombies downstairs as well.

They discussed throwing gas cylinders in front of the mall to create an explosion, or using some fuel to ignite a big fire to clear all the zombies at the entrance.

But they were afraid the mall would be burned, or the huge explosion might attract more zombies.

So, the idea was shelved.

Meanwhile,

Zhang Feng also saw some throwable objects on the ground, and some zombies with wounds from being smashed.

These people were also using clumsy methods to clear the zombie horde, but the effect wasn’t great.

...

About five minutes later.

Everyone came down, trembling with fear, yet excitedly standing among a pile of corpses.

Some people were holding some food, while others had nothing in their hands.

Zhang Feng glanced at them, then pointed to the mall behind him and said, "My idea is to fence off the mall, using the second, third, and fourth floors as living quarters and storage points for supplies.

So there’s a good chance that the future base perimeter won’t include the residential buildings you’re living in.

If you have stored food, you better bring it down, I won’t take it away.

What’s yours is still yours.

Other than that, as long as you work and contribute to the base construction, I’ll distribute the food in the mall according to labor."

After speaking, Zhang Feng walked into the mall.

’Not taking? Is that for real?’ After thinking it over, some people went back to get the food they had hidden.

Otherwise, if the residential buildings were really excluded in the future, or starting today, they were not allowed to freely enter and exit the mall, that food would truly be wasted. It would be better to eat it now or bring it over.

Besides, the defense works of the residential buildings had been dismantled.

In the future, if they didn’t continue to clear the area,

they were afraid zombies would sneak in silently, so they didn’t dare to go back from a psychological perspective.

...

In the apocalypse, how fast can people work?

Zhang Feng finally saw it with his own eyes today.

In just an afternoon,

the entire first-floor food of the mall was moved and transported to the fourth floor.

"Upstairs, catch!"

Some of them moved the goods individually, while others did it in teams, throwing them from the bottom up without climbing many stairs.

Anyway, the stairway was bustling, with dozens of people bustling back and forth moving things.

Again on the fourth floor,

"Sausages, a whole bag of ten, right? Put them on the east side." Old Gao had now become the logistics chief, sitting at a desk, constantly writing in his hands.

Ah Sheng and Old Liang helped Old Gao, assisting him in directing people to place things.

The supplies were all being placed in a vacated clothing store to reduce space usage.

Otherwise, setting up the shelves and everything would not only waste manpower but also take up space.

And a few hundred meters away from the mall,

"Brother Zhang said to drag over here..." A dozen people were pushing small carts, cleaning the bodies at the entrance of the mall.

The specific method was to throw them to a farther place, since zombie blood would damage the soil, preventing crops from growing in it.

Of course, the premise was large-scale blood coverage and long-term erosion to completely destroy the soil quality.

If it was rain-diluted blood that drifted onto the soil, then there’s no problem.

Meanwhile, at the east side of the mall,

"I’m planning to start with the side of the mall." The tall guy and the short-haired guy led three or four men with experience in heavy work, wandering around the mall.

The few scattered zombies around them could still be cleared out.

And further back,

"Boss, this concrete ground is hard to dig up."

A few people with planting experience were observing the concrete ground.

This was originally a children’s playground plus a small public fitness area, with a not-so-small area.

"You guys organize people to flip the floor tiles." Zhang Feng looked at the land, then pointed towards the fitness equipment area, where there were interlocking bricks that could be taken apart.

As for whether they would hit wires or water pipes during planting and farming, they should just be careful at that time.

Besides, even if they dug up something broken, there wouldn’t be any property management or city officials coming over.

So don’t worry about digging or planting.

After arranging everything,

Zhang Feng looked at the old people calling others back, and then looked at the tall guy measuring the ground in the distance.

Through the broken glass of the mall,

Zhang Feng’s gaze passed through the gaps of the empty shelves, still seeing the rest of the people bustling with work on the first floor.

Some people were working while eating.

There were also people secretly stashing small cookies and candies into their clothes.

But then the person next to him said a few words to him, making him take out the things.

And he really took them out.

Because Old Gao invented a rule, called ’reward for hiding things.’

After all, to build a base, there must be some rules.

Under the system of rules, these items now belonged to the community.

Zhang Feng ate and recorded as he should, indifferent, not because he was ’the leader,’ therefore having privileges, but because he was the first line of defense.

If it weren’t for him, the mall couldn’t be secured today, and the food couldn’t be acquired.

Of course, he also borrowed their strength to build the base, helping him ’slack off’ in cultivation, which he didn’t deny, hence he distributed food.

Zhang Feng was still very fair.

...

In a blink.

Four months passed.

Winter set in.

Dim lights flickered inside the mall, with a few makeshift solar panels on the roof.

"Phew! It’s really cold, damn!"

Old Gao rubbed his hands together while looking at the young man beside the batteries.

This young man was a talent found in the city last month, an electrical inventions enthusiast.

The current base housed 392 people.

"Hey, you." Old Gao asked the young man, "Is there any problem with this?"

"Rest assured, Vice Leader Gao!" The young man smiled and made an OK gesture, "The evil wind blew out the capacitor inside, though I don’t know where it got such high temperature in this cold weather, but I’ve fixed it."

"The motor is also broken."

At this point, Zhang Feng, with equally wild hair, opened the rooftop door and looked at the young man, "Your few apprentices couldn’t handle it. Go down and take a look, don’t let them cause any more trouble.

Your last apprentice got electrocuted, if it weren’t for someone nearby, they would’ve been dead."

"Yes, Leader Zhang!" The young man responded seriously to Zhang Feng without a cheeky grin, then carried his toolkit and went downstairs.

"You should go down too." Zhang Feng said to Old Gao, "You’re an idiot. It’s so damn cold and you’re just wearing a leather jacket. Really got the demeanor of a deputy leader.

If he can’t fix it for a long time, are you planning to freeze to death here?"

"Hehehe... Almost froze to death..." Old Gao rubbed his arms and went down.

’Just like Ah Sheng, a nerve case.’ Zhang Feng shook his head, ’But Ah Sheng is better now.’

Thinking internally

Zhang Feng stood at the edge of the rooftop, gazing over the bleak winter city and looking at the extra enhancements of the [Survivor].

[1: Constitution +2.2]

[2: Beginner Martial Arts, Cloud Forest Skill]

[3: Martial Arts +0.7]

Glancing at them,

Zhang Feng chose 2.

Once the memories merged,

Zhang Feng understood this martial art had 16 meridians, with four overlapping with the Eight-Step Chasing Cicada.

He now had a few more meridians.

Reaching 18% now.

This 18 could resonate together.

’Cloud Forest Skill, it’s a bit of a mouthful.’

Meanwhile,

Zhang Feng also estimated, not wanting to memorize the names of cultivation techniques any longer.

Simply categorize it under Eight-Step Chasing Cicada.

Just right, Eight-Step deals with legs and feet.

The big Demon Subduing Fist concerns arms and hands.

Hard Qigong is more comprehensive, covering the torso as it were.

In the future, when obtaining more cultivation techniques, they would all be organized into these three major categories.

After finishing the organization.

Zhang Feng left the rooftop and returned to the base.