Rebirth in the apocalypse: You can mess it up, I will open the book directly

Lu Dongcheng drove the SUV back to the gate of the community and blocked it. He immediately trotted back to everyone, took out the small notebook he carried with him from his jacket pocket and began to count and record the supplies.

It has to be said that all the things Zhang Huofeng brought back were hard currency in the apocalypse.

Biscuits, beef jerky, pork jerky, bacon, sausages, chocolate, dehydrated dried vegetables...all are within the shelf life, and even the piglets are healthy.

Finally, Qin Miao waved his hand and put them all into the space, leaving only the adult pig tied up with five-flowered belly, and ordered everyone to find a way to stew it.

Zhang Huofeng was particularly active. He rubbed his hands and asked, "Boss, is this pig going back to the supply station to be killed, or...?"

"Kill in the community, stew in the community, let the residents watch." Qin Miao waved her hand and released several huge pots and stainless steel barrels from the space.

She raised her head, glanced around at the open windows of the residents, and said loudly: "Everyone of the residents who are determined to follow me today will get their share of meat and fish."

Under the influence of the "lion's roar", these words seemed to fall into an empty bridge, echoing repeatedly in the community with extremely clear clarity.

With the previous four people as a comparison, now the meat is distributed to the 'loyal' residents, and those who benefit will be even more grateful that they have made the right choice.

The reward system is nothing more than a means of giving both kindness and power.

"Okay!" Zhang Huofeng couldn't wait. After receiving Qin Miao's instructions, he immediately assigned tasks to everyone with great skill.

"Taozi, bring me a low table. It needs to be larger and can bear the weight. It will be convenient for me to kill the pig later."

"Shaogang, pick me a clean long knife."

"Er Bao, go and ask which residents have that kind of unwanted wooden furniture in their homes. Ask Cao Tie to chop it into firewood and light it."

"Zheng Tingting, go back to the supply station and ask your sister Mei Mei to boil a large basin of hot water. Bring an extra large basin with you when you come back."

"Boss, you... just step to the side and wait to eat."

Zhang Huofeng grew up in a mountain village. As a child king and a gangster, he would be asked to help every time someone killed a pig in the village. Over the past few years, he has become rich in experience.

Qin Miao let him go about his business, then turned back to sit under the shed in the community square.

She sank her consciousness into the space and picked out all the cooking spices and dishes that were generally used.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhang Huofeng had finished draining the pig blood and was directing people to pour purified water, salt water and cooking wine into the large basins of pig blood.

Immediately, Cao Tie continued to stir the pig blood, while Xu Jiaqian fished out the impurities and foam.

The pig was not that big, weighing about 7 kilograms. Pig blood accounted for 8-%, but not all of the blood was edible. The final amount of edible pure blood released was only about %. About kilograms.

Qin Miao had heard the men from the planting team mention it before when they were in the suburban park. Fresh pig blood should be mixed with about one-third of water, so that the pig blood clots taste best after cooking.

After calculating the weight, Qin Miao took out a sterilized transparent acrylic storage box from the space. The 20-liter capacity was just right to hold the processed pig blood. She only needed to close the lid and wait for it to solidify.

By the time the pig's blood had solidified, Cao Tie had already chopped the firewood and lit the fire. Zhang Huofeng had already cut out all the pig's entrails and put them into basins, and began to cut the pork.

Li Meimei cut the solidified pig blood into small pieces and poured it into a large pot on the fire. When the blood clots turned dark red, she took them into cold water and washed away the foam.

In normal times, the water in which the blood clots have been boiled would be thrown away directly, but now in the apocalypse, drinking water is a rarity, not to mention boiled water that smells like meat.

Qin Miao asked people to pour all the water in the pot into a big bucket and put it under the shed. All residents could bring containers to fill it up as they pleased.

As soon as the news was released, Lao Zheng from Building 7 took the lead and rushed downstairs carrying a huge stainless steel basin, followed by Dazhu who looked a little thinner.

The vegetables Lao Zheng usually grows have been replaced by dog ​​food from the supply station, so he can only feed Dazhu barely, and can't afford canned meat.

But the dog food was so dry that Dazhu choked after eating it. However, his Dazhu is very sensible and knows that water is a precious thing nowadays. He usually only drinks half a bowl of water every day.

Now it's good. There is free water that you can drink as much as you want. It is still hot and smells like blood. Although this water is not good for people to drink, it is not too fragrant for the wolfhound who has been thirsty for a long time.

After greeting everyone, Lao Zheng directly scooped two tablespoons into the stainless steel basin and said happily to Dazhu: "Drink more Zhuzhu, this water pipe is enough!"

Dazhu seemed to understand. He immediately lowered his head and drank a full bowl, and then added half a bowl.

This scene made other residents who came over after hearing the news a little embarrassed. They were standing still, neither advancing nor retreating.

Qin Miao suddenly felt in a good mood. She looked at the crowd with crooked eyes and added: "Residents who have stored their luggage a few days ago should not compete with others for this blood water. Wait a moment, there will be broth for you to drink later."

She looked at Dazhu, as if she had thought of something, and said, "Ah~ If you like Lao Zheng, you can give it to your furry child."

Although this statement sounds natural, it sounds strange to the ears of those who have not stored their luggage.

Doesn't this mean that those of them who are about to part ways with her only deserve the same treatment as their own dogs?

They suddenly felt a breath of turmoil in their hearts, but for one thing, they were the ones receiving alms, so there was no reason to beg for food.

Secondly, they couldn't afford to offend the people at the supply station, especially when it came to Qin Miao, so they didn't dare to say anything presumptuously, for fear that their lives would be too long.

After the air was silent for a long time, a man's voice said weakly: "I...Is it too late for me to store my luggage now?"

Seeing Qin Miao's eyes sweeping over, he shrank his neck, closed his eyes and continued: "I have been growing vegetables before, and I have cooperated with your instructions every time. I just, just didn't want to leave this home. This house is My mother left it to me and I want to keep it.”

"Eh?" Qin Miao raised her eyebrows and said suspiciously: "Then why have you changed your mind now? Is it just because of this meal of pork?"

Seeing that the man's face turned red, she said in a sincere tone: "Since you are so filial, I can't force you to do anything. Besides, our luggage storage space is full and there is no room to take you with me."

"Let's do this. If you are short of water, just bring more with you. After all, after we leave, it will be difficult to find clean water in this community."