Zombie Apocalypse: Reborn With A Farming Space-Chapter 172: Divided

His question snapped her out of her daze. She shook her head and said, "Brother Yan, I'm checking the warehouse."

Jin Xuyan studied her for a moment but saw nothing unusual, so he nodded and said, "Go ahead. I will stand guard."

Jiao Lizhi nodded and went inside to collect supplies. This small gas station didn't have oil drums or gas cylinders, but there was plenty of instant food stored inside.

After she had collected everything into her space, the two of them returned to the minimarket. Once dinner was over, the group took turns doing a night watch while the rest of the team rested.

While the night passed peacefully for them, the same couldn't be said for the Eagle Team.

After finishing their training and enforcing the new rule of exchanging crystal cores for supplies, the divide between the strong and the weak became more obvious.

At that moment, the Eagle Team and Pei Yijun's group were holding a meeting in a small office inside the gas station, while the survivors stayed in the minimarket.

"Captain Wei, what do you plan to do with the survivors who can't kill zombies?" Pei Yijun asked.

"Young Master Pei, do you have any suggestions?" Wei Ying replied calmly.

Pei Yijun smiled when he saw him tossing the question back to him and said, "Captain Wei, you were the one who took them in. You should be the one to decide."

Wei Ying chuckled and replied, "Young Master Pei, I'm a soldier. I'm not good at managing people."

Pei Yijun thought for a moment, then said, "With the new rules in place, it's no longer feasible to give out food and water for free. If they want supplies, they need to offer something in return."

"You mean money?" one of the Eagle Team members asked skeptically.

"What good is that waste paper now?" Li Yang said while rolling his eyes.

"Then what's the alternative?" another asked.

Pei Yijun looked briefly in the direction of the minimarket and said, "If they can't fight, then figure out what they are good at. We will eventually need all kinds of specialists—it's better to start recruiting from now on."

"After you find out their specialization, have them register as workers. Once they are on the roster, they will get supplies as wages. You can pay them daily, weekly, or monthly—that's up to you."

The group nodded in agreement. It was a practical solution. They then began discussing salaries and which roles they needed to fill immediately.

While Wei Ying and his team were busy finding a solution, the survivors inside the minimarket were shrouded in a gloomy mood. At this point, they had split into three distinct groups.

The ability users saw themselves as special and no longer wished to mingle with ordinary people. Meanwhile, the ordinary people were caught between fear and envy toward those with powers and couldn't bring themselves to lower their pride to bootlick them.

Then there was a third group—a mixture of both ability-users and ordinary people, mostly made up of families who couldn't afford to abandon one another.

The family members with abilities had no choice but to share whatever supplies they managed to exchange with their ordinary family members.

In a dim corner of the minimarket, a group huddled together after finishing two packs of biscuits and two bottles of water. A woman sat slightly apart from them, her eyes cold and distant as she watched them.

She had risked her life to kill lots of zombies and exchanged two crystal cores she found for the biscuits and water. But before she could even take a sip of water, her father and siblings had snatched everything from her.

No one had asked if she wanted any. No one thanked her. They devoured everything as if it were only natural for her to sacrifice herself for them.

As the last crumbs of biscuits were eaten, a young man—her younger brother—patted his round belly and complained, "Father, I'm still hungry."

Hearing his son's words, the old man sighed and said, "Son, bear it for now. Tomorrow, let your sister kill more zombies and find crystals to exchange for food."

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"Father, I don't want to eat the dry biscuits. I want to eat noodles!" the young man said unhappily, frowning in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, okay, we will exchange for noodles then," the old man agreed instantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Upon hearing her father's words, the woman couldn't help but sneer.