The parking lot was quite large, with a few scattered cars parked inside.

In the past, Huaxia's economy developed rather quickly. Even in rural areas like Su Jing, every household was quite wealthy.

Most people had moved to the city to buy homes and settle down, leaving behind only some elderly and middle-aged people who couldn't manage on their own, along with their similarly dependent children.

Everyone's houses were very nice, with three-story small villas and gardens where vegetables and fruits were planted.

Each household had reinforced defenses, making it feel like a paradise on earth.

Bai Muran's eyes lit up with delight.

This place is really great!

"Chief Bai, here in Wang Family Village, ninety percent of the people have the last name Wang, and everyone is part of a large clan, so we're very united.

When the cold wave hit, no household was short on food. We harvested all the vegetables and fruits, exchanged supplies with each other, and ate quite well.

Some homes with earth stoves stockpiled a lot of fuel and shared it; we all gathered around the kitchen stoves to cook, eat, and keep warm, living comfortably and contentedly.

The government had previously promoted solar panels, so every household installed photovoltaic panels on their roofs. We didn't lack electricity and no one died in the snow disaster.

Later, when the snow stopped and the fog descended, monsters emerged, destroying several villages. Survivors came to our village, and we sheltered them, organizing immediate defenses.

The monsters didn't harm us. Now, every household has planted vegetables in their fields, and villagers continue to reclaim land. Many families have wells, so there's no water shortage. The people we've taken in from other villages are all able to sustain themselves."

While leading Wang Hao and the others, Wang Deming talked to himself.

This old man was quite savvy, not boasting about his achievements yet subtly highlighting them in every sentence.

Indeed, he did quite well.

This village indeed was thriving, on par with Wang Hao's villa community.

The apocalypse didn't seem to cause them much harm.

If safety could be guaranteed, this place would be a true utopia.

"Village Chief Wang, this place is really nice! Both in terms of resources and safety, it's quite excellent. I think there's no need to go to the Settlement Camp."

Wang Hao said with a smile.

He still wanted to support Wang Family Village.

After all, if these people were coaxed away by Bai Muran, all their resources would be taken.

Young people would manage, but what would happen to these silver-haired elders?

By then, Bai Muran might directly order them to be killed.

Or set up a scenario, like luring monsters here, or having someone play bandits to attack the village, and then heroically appearing to save the day.

There are many ways to do it.

If Wang Deming chose to stay, Wang Hao would tell Bai Muran to spare these poor people.

Even providing some arms or resources wouldn't be a problem.

"Alas..."

Wang Deming sighed heavily and said helplessly:

"Chief, if possible, we wouldn't want to leave, but we might have no choice. We have plenty of food and drink, but we're short on other supplies.

Even toilet paper is running out, not to mention oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar."

Wang Hao couldn't help but roll his eyes.

It's the apocalypse, and you're still fussing over such things?

Can't do without toilet paper? Use your hand, or resort to leaves or other alternatives!

And oil, salt, sauce, vinegar... Isn't it enough just to fill your belly?

As for essential items like salt, find a way to make some yourself!

Truly!

People shouldn't always be too full.

"The Settlement Camp isn't paradise; it's still the apocalypse, and work is necessary even there. Even the government can't afford to feed everyone without labor."

Wang Hao glanced at Bai Muran and spoke with determination.

"Chief, you're joking. We rural folks are the hardest workers. We wouldn't dare take food for free. Although the country has risen and many don't farm anymore, we old folks have lived through rough times. We still plant things and eat what we grow. In the Settlement Camp, they'd surely lack experienced farmers like us.

Besides, we still have plenty of food, seeds, chickens, ducks, pigs, sheep, and other livestock. These must be considered precious now."

In Wang Deming's eyes, a farmer's shrewdness gleamed.

Clearly, this guy wasn't foolish. It's no surprise he's the village chief even at his age; he must have some skills.

"Indeed! The Settlement Camp is very much in need of skilled farmers."

Wang Hao nodded affirmatively.

He completely gave up.

They had already said so much; continuing on would displease Wang Deming and Bai Muran.

Blocking someone's income is like murdering their parents.

He'd end up offending everyone.

The group followed Wang Deming to his home.

It was also a three-story duplex with additional two-story buildings in the yard, various fruit trees, a vegetable and fruit plot, and a pond at the entrance.

"Ha ha, Village Chief Wang, your place really is like a utopia!"

Bai Muran laughed heartily.

"You're too kind, you're too kind. Come in, please, all you officers."

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