Immediately afterward,
a scene unfolded before their eyes that left them dumbfounded.
The zombie that had been running towards the other suddenly got effortlessly killed by its opponent.
Ma Chang was so shocked he was at a loss for words.
"Drive, drive, let’s go," Yan Hua urged, patting Ma Chang’s arm, telling him to hurry up and drive away.
Ma Chang floored the accelerator, jerked the steering wheel, and with a screeching sound, the tires rubbed against the ground, leaving behind pitch-black marks.
Lin Fan blinked, shook his head, and turned around with the bags in hand, walking back to the district.
Back in the district.
So many crabs, nothing but crabs.
"Sister Li, all the crabs are here; I bought a total of two thousand three hundred and fifty-six yuan’s worth," Lin Fan reported honestly, "The trip wasn’t far, so I charged fifty yuan for the delivery fee."
No issues whatsoever.
Li Mei thought it over and could understand.
Perhaps only crabs could survive in such harsh environments near the aquatic product market, but if one looked further, they might find other aquatic creatures, like soft-shell turtles and so on.
"Little Fan, I’ve got an idea. How about we dig a small fish pond in the district to raise these crabs? We could eat them whenever we need to. What do you think?" Li Mei asked.
Lin Fan smiled, "I agree, no problem. The district belongs to all of us. If there’s going to be a renovation, we can ask everyone’s opinion. As long as nobody objects, it’s fine."
Li Mei understood Lin Fan’s thought process.
She nodded in agreement.
The district was gradually getting back on track. Some things had to be raised and bred. As the apocalypse progressed, many things had already disappeared.
Lin Fan said, "Sister Li, I’ll go and inform everyone. Let’s have a meeting downstairs."
"Okay," Li Mei agreed.
"Hello, everyone. The first meeting of the Sunshine District is about to begin. I will be the host, and I assume no one has any objections," Lin Fan said, sitting there and smiling at everyone.
Everyone sat on the edge of the flower bed, clapping softly.
"Little Fan’s hosting is quite professional. He looks like a professional host," someone remarked.
Faced with everyone’s agreement,
Lin Fan felt very pleased, looking at those sitting there. All the owners of the Sunshine District had gathered, with the youngest Jiujiu held in Yang Hui’s arms, which showed beyond doubt that the meeting was completely fair and democratic.
A light cough signified the start of any meeting.
"Fellow owners, this is our first full assembly at the Sunshine District since the apocalypse began. Earlier, Sister Li suggested that we dig a pond in the district for crab farming. Now, I’d like to ask all owners to raise their hands and vote on whether they agree with this renovation," Lin Fan said and raised his own hand.
He agreed with Sister Li’s suggestion.
"Good, my old man completely agrees. This kind of farming is excellent," Old Mr. Wang said, smiling and raising his hand.
One by one, people raised their hands.
Yang Hui, holding her child, lifted Jiujiu’s arm, "Jiujiu agrees too," eliciting laughter from those present.
Old Mr. Wang liked the atmosphere of life here. Discussing and voting on issues showed how democratic Little Fan was. He thought about how some people, given their own abilities, would suppress others, demanding submission, and forbidding any dissent.
But Little Fan was kind, empathetic, respected the elderly, loved the young, and never bullied others with his strength, never demanding submission because they were under his protection.
Lin Fan said, "Excellent, everyone has raised their hands, which means we all agree. With that, our district’s first assembly is successfully concluded."
He was a member of the district, and so was everyone else.
To renovate the district and use public resources, it was necessary to ask for the opinions of the owners.
That was certainly not acceptable.
Old Mr. Wang said, "Little Fan, we can’t wrap up our first meeting so quickly. Now that everyone’s here, why don’t we discuss the future development path of our district? Like how we should survive in the apocalypse and ensure that Sunshine District can provide for every owner’s needs."
"I think everyone should speak their minds freely. What do you say?"
Old Mr. Wang knew that without a systematic development plan, acting on impulse wouldn’t pose any problems in the short term, but in the long run, as the danger of the apocalypse grew, resources in the society dwindled, and more survivors were sheltered, relying solely on Little Fan wouldn’t be sufficient.
So his point was clear: to establish stable infrastructure and sufficient surplus resources in the early stages.
Lin Fan responded, "Old Mr. Wang makes a very good point. Let’s all have a thorough discussion. I’ll take notes, and after the meeting, we can start to take action."
"Who would like to speak first? Share your thoughts?"
He looked at the group.
"I’ll start," Gu Hang stood up, nodding to everyone, "We live in an apocalyptic world now, and thanks to Little Fan’s help, we’re doing quite well, though it may not compare to before. But we’re definitely happier than many other survivors. Here, I’d like to talk about one thing—our district’s security."
Listening to Gu Hang bring up the issue, everyone nodded silently. It was indeed very important.
Gu Hang organized his thoughts and continued, "The district’s security, thanks to Little Fan, has always been safe, even when we were besieged by zombies. However, I hope that aside from Little Fan’s help, we can fortify our district to resist external threats."