CHAPTER 175: CHAPTER 94: RETURNING TO THE DESTINY CIVILIZATION REWARDS 2 (6K)

"Leader Zhang!"

"Leader!"

"Boss!"

As Zhang Feng headed back to the warm fourth floor, people passing by, as well as those setting up ’cotton racks’, all greeted him.

"Mm, take it slow while working."

As Zhang Feng walked, he occasionally gave advice, to prevent injuries while they set up the racks.

As for the cotton racks, they’re actually big cotton quilts surrounding the walls.

Several quilts are also placed intermittently in the middle of the shop corridors to retain heat.

In the middle are several large heaters, with chimneys leading to the windows outside.

"This winter is really cold..."

At the moment, Old Gao, who had come down earlier, was warming himself by the heater.

"Indeed, feels ten degrees cooler than usual." Ah Sheng said with a smile, looking much better now.

...

Unconsciously, ten days passed again.

Zhang Feng mastered the skill and added it to Eight-Step Chasing Cicada.

Currently, his Constitution is 57.

These months of herb gathering had greatly advanced Zhang Feng’s Constitution.

It’s reached its peak; further quick improvement is impossible.

Because formulating the energy-transforming medicine is difficult and requires analysis.

Under the restraints of bone structure and martial arts, future progress will be slow.

However, Zhang Feng did understand the ’zombie constitution’ visualization method.

Whenever there’s food at the start of any world,

he could immediately gain ’1-5’ Constitution points.

This fluctuation depends on the person.

If possessing a strong and young person, the increase would start around 1, and the remaining 4 would be added when the body becomes stronger.

After all, it’s the ’Wind of Evolution’; without enough Constitution, evolution standards cannot be met.

This evolution further solidifies muscles.

But if starting with the elderly or young, the increase would be much smaller, starting around zero point something, then gradually increasing as Constitution improves later.

Specifically, 10 Constitution (adult) is 1; for elderly or young, it varies.

No matter the start, reaching a 50 Constitution directly maxes out the 5 points.

This morning.

After feeling there’s not much left to practice, Zhang Feng planned to go out for a stroll.

Seeing it as a small break after absorbing knowledge.

Balancing work and rest.

"Half a year, broke a small visualization topic, further refined multiple connections of Eight-Step Chasing Cicada.

What remains is to continue refining, then return to the right path, using resurrection counts to forcefully open connections when it’s time to go back.

See if two more breakdowns can occur."

With that,

Zhang Feng walked out from the innermost shop.

"Hello, Leader!"

"Brother Zhang!"

People on the street continued to greet Zhang Feng.

Now, all cotton racks were fully set up, and the fourth-floor windows were blocked.

Including the stairway entrances on the third and fourth floors, all covered with large quilts.

The entire fourth floor remained quite warm.

Excluding those who had to work, many preferred to warm themselves on the fourth floor.

Walking along,

Zhang Feng arrived at a small central open space.

Here was a heater, where Old Gao was chatting with a few others.

Zhang Feng glanced at them and went over to check, asking about the inventory.

"Hello, Leader..."

As Zhang Feng walked over, people nearby continued to greet him.

Meanwhile, upon hearing the surroundings’ greetings, Old Gao and others stood up when they saw Zhang Feng approaching.

"Brother Zhang!"

"Mm." Zhang Feng nodded.

"Leader, please sit!" At this moment, a quick-sighted survivor brought a stool over for Zhang Feng.

"Thank you." Zhang Feng sat down, looking at Old Gao and the others.

In the attention of many around him,

Zhang Feng straightforwardly asked, "How much food is left? Can we survive winter?"

Speaking, Zhang Feng also turned to those around him, "It’s like a small meeting.

If you want to listen, come over. Remember to tell those working downstairs after you’ve heard."

Shuffling sounds, as dozens of people gathered around.

Most were strong, having practiced while fighting zombies, coupled with Zhang Feng not limiting food.

They ate and practiced when needed; naturally, their Constitution improved.

Also, counting as the main fighting force in the base, responsible for scavenging several nearby streets.

In recent days, they had rescued a few more survivors.

"Be silent when I speak." Zhang Feng looked at them, "After I talk to Old Gao and the others, ask questions if you have any."

"Okay!"

"Yes!"

A group of men nodded, gathered around the heater, some squatting, others standing.

Some quietly hugged a cotton quilt.

For a moment, only the downstairs generator’s rumbling, the crackle of burning charcoal in the heater, and the cries of some livestock on the second floor were heard.

"Food." Zhang Feng looked at Old Gao, "How much is left? Not counting the livestock on the second floor, nor the eggs."

"According to our usual food distribution... excluding these..." Old Gao said, beckoning, and Old Liang came over with an account book.

Old Gao glanced twice and calculated for a while before answering, "Should last ten more days."

’Ten days? Seems plenty; saving up could stretch to twenty days.’ People nearby dared not speak, but they thought inwardly.

"Mm." Zhang Feng nodded, "I’ll lead a team to the city center for scavenging then.

This cold weather is worsening; if a snowstorm really blocks roads, we’ll have to tighten the belt; hunger will be tough."

Upon hearing that Zhang Feng would lead the team.

Everyone was a bit surprised.

’Leader plans to lead us on a scavenging trip before the snow?’

’I’ve only heard the elders talk about how the leader killed over a hundred zombies, but after three months in the base, I haven’t seen him in action...’