Li Yu nodded slightly, chatted a bit more with Old Qin, then left.

Outside, the wind and snow were fierce, and the storm that day was even more raging than the previous days.

Fortunately, by yesterday evening, the roof over the farm had been secured after two days of hard work.

Currently, no major incidents have occurred, only small issues exposed by the snowstorm, but they were resolved one by one by everyone.

Time is like flowing water, slowly drifting away, never to return.

Since Li Yu ordered Gao Tian and others to be tied under a post and left to freeze to death, no more conflicts have arisen among the cooperative personnel.

All has been peaceful.

.......

Around Poyang Lake.

There was an area with walled fields and houses.

A section of the outer wall collapsed unexpectedly.

Within this outer wall, there was another circle of walls, which only surrounded some of the houses in the middle, not a large area.

In this outer area, over a hundred zombies surrounded the inner wall.

"Brother Dongfeng, if I had more time, we could have fixed the outer wall and those zombies wouldn't have gotten in. Now we can only stay inside," a young man said reluctantly.

Dongfeng tossed a piece of charred charcoal into the fire and waved his hand, saying, "It's fine, there wasn't enough time, besides, the outer wall is just over two meters high, it can barely stop the zombies. If there are too many zombies, we wouldn't be able to hold them back anyway.

Go check the storeroom and see how much charcoal we have left."

The young man said, "I just checked this morning. If we calculate according to our current daily use, it can last for about half a day more."

Dongfeng sighed, saying, "What did I say before? Better safe than sorry. I told you to burn more charcoal, but you all thought it was enough. It's been snowing like hell for almost a month now, and we still don't know how much longer it will snow.

When the charcoal runs out, what can we burn? We'll have to go out and chop wood.

But now it's snowing so heavily outside, and with zombies out there, one mistake and we're dead.

Let's do this, have everyone squeeze in and move the people from the other room into this one."

"But, but this place is less than 60 square meters in total. Accommodating sixty of us will be difficult."

"It can fit. Tell them to leave everything except the bedding there and just bring themselves. With more people, it will be warmer," Dongfeng said.

He then looked at the wall near the windows and said to an older man, "Uncle Wan, the room's a bit stuffy, make the vent larger, otherwise it'll be too suffocating."

The gray-haired man, large-framed and with calloused hands, said nothing and picked up his tools to head towards the window following Dongfeng's words.

He wasn't much of a talker but was very focused and diligent in his work.

This is why Dongfeng always trusted him.

A few minutes later, more than twenty people came in from outside, bustling in and filling the room to the brim in an instant.

Seeing so many people coming in, if everyone lay down or leaned to rest, it would undoubtedly be very crowded, so they could only spread out mats on the floor.

Dongfeng looked at the straw under his bed and said to everyone, "Bring in the straw we gathered before, this stuff can keep us warm. Lay it on the ground, layer it up, then cover it with bedding. That way it won't be so cold on the floor."

The young man happily said, "That's a good idea, we'll do it now."

He then led a group of people rushing out again.

Looking around, Dongfeng saw that there were originally only about thirty people. Though a bit crowded, it was manageable.

Now nearly sixty people had moved in, so they had to shift their original positions to make room for the people from the other room.

He said, "Everyone, move over. Everyone wants to be near the fire, but I've said that women and children should be in the first layer and second layer, drawing lots to decide. The third layer can be random. Remember what I said before."

Dongfeng had high authority here, so even though some people wanted to be near the fire, they didn't dare defy Dongfeng's orders, and did as told.

Everyone rolled up their bedding and together laid the straw brought in from outside on the floor.

Suddenly, the main door banged open, and two snow-covered people rushed in.

"Brother Dongfeng, zombies have gotten in!"

"What!" Dongfeng stood up in surprise.

"Adult men, grab your weapons and come out to fight off the zombies!" Dongfeng immediately grabbed a spear from the corner and shouted as he rushed out.

The others quickly reacted, grabbing their weapons and rushing out in an orderly manner amidst the chaos.

As they rushed out, Dongfeng asked the person who had just come to report, "What happened? How did the zombies suddenly get in?"

"The wind is strong outside, and an iron barrel we used before was blown to the edge of the inner wall, and the zombies climbed up on it and got in!" the person who came to report said.

"Damn!" Dongfeng cursed, his brows furrowed deeply with distress.

Running out the door, the wind and snow immediately hit his face.

He forced his eyes open, enduring the wind and snow hitting his face.

He pulled his collar up over his nose and mouth, and saw more than thirty shadows within the inner wall, unable to tell which were theirs and which were zombies.

But it was clear that on the east wall, two zombies were climbing in.

The zombies inside could be dealt with slowly, but the most important thing now was to stop those zombies from coming in on the east side.

Otherwise, if more zombies got in, they'd be doomed!

He shouted to a few people behind him, "You go move the ladder over, and the others come with me to block the zombies coming in on the east."

Having said that, he led the charge over.

......

In the snowstorm, it's easy for a person's eyes to be covered with snow, but zombies have very keen hearing and smell, less affected by the storm than humans.

"Ah! My fingers!" One person, blinded by snow, was suddenly attacked by a zombie that charged over and bit his arm.

On the other side.

"Old Six, what the hell are you doing over there? That's Old Dong, not a zombie, come here, this way!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Opening his mouth, he immediately swallowed a mouthful of snowflakes.

After shouting, he stared at the zombie in front of him, retreating slightly.

The zombie in front was entirely white from the snow covering its body, and as it moved, snowflakes fell from it.

"Die!" He waited for the zombie to get closer, and when it was within a meter, he quickly stepped forward, thrusting his spear.

Swoosh—

The zombie's head was covered in ice, making the spear slip off with a swoosh.

Fearing it wouldn't penetrate, he had used all his strength.

With the spearhead sliding off, he fell beside the zombie.

Thud!

He fell to the ground as the ice-covered zombie immediately bared its fangs, lunging at him.

The zombie's mouth and nose weren't frozen, but its forehead and top of its head were covered in ice, leaving him speechless.

Watching the zombie open its mouth wide, about to bite down on him.

He quickly raised his right arm to block.

Crunch—

Huh?

The zombie didn't bite through his clothes!

Ecstatic!

Because of the cold weather, he wore every piece of clothing he could.

He wore a short-sleeved shirt, then a thermal shirt, then two sweaters, followed by a large hoodie, a coat, and finally a thick green military overcoat on the very outside.

Seven layers of clothing,