The convoy suddenly had so many little fat sheep.

How to deal with these little fat sheep was a major issue.

Some people believed that with so many sheep, raising them was the most appropriate approach.

Just like those meatworms, big sheep give birth to little sheep, and little sheep give birth to even smaller sheep. In time, the entire flock would grow.

The convoy would never lack meat again.

Eventually, even the ordinary people in the convoy could receive a share of mutton.

The moment this suggestion was made, quite a few people were drooling.

Gong Yong also stated that he could modify a towable mobile sheep pen to house all the sheep.

Of course, this required materials to complete the project.

The convoy currently didn't have the materials needed to modify a towable sheep pen.

They would need to get a bus or passenger vehicle or something like that during the next supply collection.

Some others, however, believed that these sheep definitely couldn't be kept alive.

For one thing, these sheep were clearly not improved breeds—they were just the most ordinary sheep.

These sheep couldn't compare to meatworms.

Meatworms had strong adaptability and could handle the nomadic life.

But these sheep might not be able to adapt to it.

Some sheep were already listless, some even unable to eat.

Perhaps in a few days, all these sheep would die.

The convoy also didn't have a Breeder Sequence.

They really didn't know what Zhan Lei was thinking.

With so many sheep, he didn't even bother to cultivate them properly.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, you could guess Zhan Lei's reasoning.

He had probably poured all his effort into cultivating those wolf packs, the mutated sheep, and the Giant Ox.

He probably didn't have time to raise these little fat sheep.

He was a Breeder Sequence superhuman, so even if these little fat sheep weren't specially cultivated breeds, he could still take good care of the flock.

The Breeder's supernatural power could work on the most ordinary species.

In Zhan Lei's hands, these sheep could produce unexpected results.

But in the hands of other Sequence superhumans or ordinary people, it was a completely different story.

These little fat sheep that hadn't undergone special cultivation.

Even if they could survive, under normal circumstances, it would take seven to ten months to raise a lamb to breeding age.

A mature ewe could give birth to two litters a year.

Under normal circumstances, that frequency wouldn't be a problem.

But this was a nomadic life.

Never mind a year—in six months, who knew how many people in the convoy would still be alive.

Therefore, breeding was somewhat impractical.

They might as well just slaughter all the sheep, and pickle whatever they couldn't eat.

Several dozen sheep would be enough to ensure the convoy's meat supply for a long time to come.

Thus, the superhumans in the convoy each had their own opinions.

Although their views weren't unified.

They didn't start fighting over it either.

In the end, they left the decision to Captain Chu Che to make.

If only these sheep were those improved breeds.

But unfortunately, improved breeds weren't so easy to cultivate.

That was also why Chu Che had kept the matter of the Ideal Grain Seeds as the convoy's highest-level secret.

In the end, the convoy's survivors ended up arguing among themselves over this issue.

Anyway, every viewpoint had its own reasoning.

Eventually, the problem even escalated to Chu Che's doorstep.

With no other choice.

Captain Chu Che had to make a decision on the matter.

For now, these sheep would be temporarily raised in the convoy.

Any that couldn't adapt to the nomadic life would have to be slaughtered first.

As for the rest, those that could survive, they would raise them as long as they could.

The rooftops of Bus Number Five and Bus Number Six were originally used as the planting base for the Ideal Grain Seeds.

Now, all the planting had to be moved to the rooftop of Bus Number Six.

Whatever couldn't be planted on Bus Number Six.

They would transfer part of it to Ding Dong's panel van.

Now, the entire convoy had three types of Ideal Grain Seeds.

Although the yield and the pass rate for Ideal Grain Seeds still couldn't be improved.

It was still providing some supply to the convoy's resources.

Part of the rooftop of Bus Number Five would be used as a sheep pen.

Iron Lion and these little sheep were sharing the same space.

Iron Lion didn't show any sign of impatience at all; he even cheerfully said he didn't mind.

Moreover, Xue Nan specifically assigned a few survivors to be dedicated feeders for these little fat sheep.

With that, this dispute was put to rest.

When camping at night.

The convoy chose to camp next to a small reservoir.

Captain Chu Che leisurely cut down a bamboo pole.

He tied a string to the pole, bent a small hook out of wire at the end of the string, found some earthworms, and hung them on the hook.

He tossed the line into the water, sending ripples spreading out.

Just like that, Captain Chu sat firmly on the fishing spot and started fishing.

He even brewed a pot of tea, hiding it sneakily nearby.

Unfortunately, Captain Chu's tea was getting harder and harder to come by.

He didn't have much left in stock.

So, every time he wanted to drink tea, this guy always acted like a thief, afraid that Chen Ye and the others might see.

Since no one had fished in this reservoir for a long time, splashes could be seen on the water's surface from time to time.

Clearly, there were quite a few fish in the reservoir.

Captain Chu's leisurely demeanor naturally attracted envy from many people.

After finishing their work, some survivors imitated Captain Chu—finding a bamboo pole, tying a string, putting on an earthworm, and starting to fish.

Some survivors had been fishing enthusiasts before the apocalypse.

After the apocalypse, they hadn't fished like this for nearly two years.

They were already itching for it.

Seeing them sit quietly by the water's edge, looking utterly relaxed as they fished.

It almost made people think they'd taken some kind of contraband.

Soon, seven or eight fishing enthusiasts had gathered around this small reservoir.

Each of them held a bamboo pole, sitting for one or two hours, staring at the lake without saying a word.

Nobody knew what they were thinking.

Someone who didn't know might have thought they were mannequins.

Of course, some people also had work to do.

These people brought all the sheep down from the rooftop of Bus Number Five.

They herded the sheep over to graze on the nearby grass.

And they carefully observed the condition of each sheep.

When they saw that a few sheep were looking listless, they grew a bit worried.

At the same time, they noticed that two sheep had fairly large bellies, suspecting they might be pregnant with lambs.

They quickly called Xue Nan over.

Xue Nan couldn't tell either—after all, he'd never raised sheep before; at most, he'd had two cats at home back when he was an internet celebrity.

He just told them to keep an eye on the situation and that was it.

Then there were the meatworms and chickens behind Bus Number Five and Bus Number Six.

The meatworms were still that chubby, plump shape, which was pleasing to the eye.

Those meatworms wriggled their fat bodies as they crawled over leaves, constantly chewing, making a faint rustling sound.

Someone took out moldy bread and crackers, tore open the packaging, and fed them to the meatworms.

These meatworms happily squirmed over.

Humans couldn't eat these spoiled foods, but the meatworms loved them.

Therefore, these spoiled foods were also an important asset in the convoy.

Originally, there were only three meatworms. A while back, after eating the leaves of the king tree, two more gained the ability to reproduce.

That made a total of five meatworms capable of reproduction.

Plus the three that couldn't reproduce.

There were eight meatworms in total in the cage.

One of the meatworms was almost fully mature; it would probably be slaughtered tomorrow.

The fat chickens in their cage had also laid three or four eggs.

The survivors responsible for raising the chickens carefully took out the eggs and held them in their palms as if they were treasures.

You see, these eggs were also rationed.

Each survivor could receive one egg per month.

Only one egg per month—that quota was pathetically low.

But no one complained; everyone was extremely satisfied with this distribution system.

Some survivors, when they got their egg, couldn't bear to eat it and saved it like a treasure.

After a day of migration, the chickens were a bit listless.

They took out some specialized feed silkworms.

After each chicken ate one feed silkworm, they perked right back up.

Some survivors carried bags or baskets.

They searched through the surrounding grass or among the trees for wild greens.

After such a long migration.

Relying solely on collecting supplies from cities was clearly not enough.

Many people had already started gathering wild vegetables.

Actually, gathering wild vegetables had started a long time ago.

But the convoy had been busy migrating, so they hadn't gathered much.

Sometimes, if they were lucky, they could find some mushrooms.

After the apocalypse, the global climate had changed dramatically, and many plants had undergone major changes.

Some wild vegetables that used to be everywhere had disappeared.

Some unfamiliar plants had sprouted.

So, to find edible wild greens, experience from before the apocalypse was clearly insufficient.

Some of the knowledge about wild greens had been passed on to the survivors by Chu Che.

As for how Chu Che knew.

He had found it in another captain's notebook.

"Here... you see, this one with six leaves is called six-leaf greens!"

"The mutton soup you had yesterday had some in it. If you stir-fry it alone, it's a bit bitter, but if you use it in soup, it's very flavorful!"

"Be careful—the roots can't be eaten, and the leaves can't be eaten either. Only the middle part is edible."

A middle-aged woman with graying hair earnestly explained to the young people around her.

Her hair looked gray, but she was actually just a little over fifty.

Clearly, she had experienced many things during the apocalypse.

Aunt Gu plucked off all the leaves, holding up the emerald-green stalk as she spoke to the group.

"Ah... Aunt Gu, you mean this one?"

A young man grabbed a somewhat similar six-leaf green and asked.

Aunt Gu shook her head: "Six-leaf greens, as the name implies, only the ones with six leaves are edible!"

"Whether it has five leaves or seven leaves, you can't eat it. Eating it will kill you!"

"Ah~~~"

The young man yanked his hand back in fright, frantically rubbing it on his clothes.

Aunt Gu smiled gently: "It's fine, as long as you don't eat it, you won't get poisoned."

"Aunt Gu, how do you know so much!"

A little girl beside her asked curiously.

Aunt Gu smiled again: "Captain Chu told me. They have some kind of captain's notebook, and he read it there, then told me."

"Ah... Captain Chu is so good to you. Why doesn't he teach us?"

Aunt Gu grumbled inwardly: That lazy guy. He didn't want to teach you because it would be too much trouble.

But although Aunt Gu thought this, she didn't say it out loud.

"Aren't I teaching you now?"

"Aunt Gu, can this one be eaten? Did Captain Chu's notebook mention it?"

"I don't know!"

"Aunt Gu, what about this one? I've never seen it before either!"

"I don't know..."

"Aunt Gu..."

"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!"

"If I haven't said it's edible, then it's not edible!"

"Don't just pick things randomly!"

Aunt Gu had a headache.

Captain Chu had only told her about two or three kinds of edible wild greens.

But there were at least a dozen unfamiliar plants here. How could she possibly know all of them?

And why did these kids have so many questions?

Humanity's exploration of this new world was still extremely limited!

Sometimes, Aunt Gu would get a strange feeling, as if this world was no longer the place where she had lived for decades.

It was as if... humanity had become very unfamiliar with this world their ancestors had lived in for millennia.

Chen Ye also wanted to try being a fishing enthusiast.

Unfortunately, he just wasn't in the mood.

The Monster Pickup Truck had hauled those little fat sheep, leaving a stubborn smell of mutton inside that just wouldn't dissipate.

Even though the Monster Pickup Truck didn't have windows and the ventilation was excellent.

It still couldn't get rid of the sheep smell.

When he went to do the job, he hadn't had time to tidy up the truck interior.

After hauling those sheep back, the inside of the truck was a complete mess.

During the return trip, quite a few "chocolate beans" had ended up in the truck.

When the truck was moving, these chocolate beans rolled all over the cabin floor, some even right up to the gas pedal and brake pedal by Chen Ye's feet.

That feeling was really...

For that reason, Chen Ye had someone clean the entire truck from top to bottom.

Of course, the convoy survivors still had a lot of awe for Chen Ye's Monster Pickup Truck.

Only after Chen Ye told the little monster hiding inside to behave did they dare to help clean up the interior.

The entire cleaning process lasted about two or three hours.

Everything that could be taken out and cleaned was removed.

They even found Chen Ye's cigarette butts that he hadn't fully smoked. These half-smoked butts, in the eyes of the survivors, were incredibly valuable resources.

Naturally, those leftover cigarette butts sparked a dispute.

Two skinny men ended up wrestling with each other.

Chen Ye couldn't be bothered with this kind of thing. Let them fight if they wanted.

As long as it didn't affect his business, Chen Ye generally wouldn't get involved in the convoy survivors' affairs.

As long as no one was crippled or killed, Xue Nan wouldn't meddle either.

In fact, Xue Nan even found it interesting and acted as a referee.

Soon, the fight between the two men attracted a crowd of other survivors.

These people, who had absolutely no entertainment, gathered excitedly around the two, shouting "go" at the top of their lungs.

They cheered with every punch and every kick.

"Get him, Old Li! Did you skip breakfast or what?"

"Old Zhao, that punch was soft. Are you holding back or something?"

"Go for the groin! Go for the groin!"

"Holy crap, that kick was beautiful."

"...Good, well done!"

The traitor from the Shepherd Convoy, under Xue Nan's arrangements, had stayed behind.

Compared to the strictness of the Shepherd Convoy.

Seeing the ordinary survivors of the Fair Convoy being so unrestrained, he was momentarily stunned.

"Hey, kid, you must be the new guy!"

The man looked at the other person blankly.

"Hey... don't be scared. As long as you don't do anything out of line, Mr. Chen and the others won't bother us!"

"And as long as you have enough supplies, you can live no worse than a superhuman here, hehe..."

With that, the man even winked at the newcomer.

"Mr. Chen, the truck is cleaned!"

A middle-aged woman with a flattering smile, holding a rag, spoke obsequiously.

Chen Ye briefly checked the cleanliness of the truck interior.

Although that mutton smell could still be detected, it had mostly dissipated.

The middle-aged woman looked extremely cautious.

When she saw Chen Ye furrow his brow slightly.

Her little heart started trembling.

As if she was worried her work hadn't been thorough enough, annoying Chen Ye.

"Not bad!"

Chen Ye looked for a while, then finally nodded.

He didn't intend to make things difficult for her.

Although there was still a bit of mutton smell, it was much better, and the interior had been carefully cleaned.

Leaving the doors open to air out for a while longer, and it should be fine.

After all, everything was scarce these days. Being able to achieve this level was already commendable.

Chen Ye pulled a few candies from his pocket and tossed them to the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman caught them in one hand, a smile plastered on her face as she hurriedly thanked Chen Ye.