I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

"Humph," Xu Wan curled her lips, "How can a playboy like that compare to Zhang Chen?"

She poured a cup of tea for Mu Qing: "In my heart, there is only Zhang Chen..."

"Silly sister," Mu Qing sighed, "If you really want to follow Zhang Chen, why do you have to take these detours?"

Xu Wan's eyes dimmed: "I... I just want him to see my ability..."

"Take a look at this," Mu Qing pulled out an account book from her bosom, "This is the recent income and expenditure details of the Northern Frontier Camp."

Xu Wan took a look at it and her eyes lit up: "The yield of these crops..."

"Yes," Mu Qing said meaningfully, "Since you came, the harvest of the Northern Frontier Camp has doubled. Your talent in management is obvious to everyone."

"But Zhang Chen..."

"What he values ​​most is someone who can help him share his worries," Mu Qing held Xu Wan's hand, "If you can use this talent to help him, instead of..."

Xu Wan lowered her head: "But I am a criminal now..."

"Silly girl," Mu Qing touched her head distressedly, "Zhang Chen is not the kind of person who takes advantage of others in distress. If you truly repent, he will definitely give you a chance."

"Really?" Xu Wan looked up, hope glittering in her eyes.

"Of course," Mu Qing said with a smile, "The Zhang Chen I know knows how to use people the best."

Xu Wan was silent for a long time: "But...it's too late..."

"Why is it too late?" Mu Qing was puzzled.

Xu Wan stood up and walked to the window. Under the moonlight, the greenhouse was looming.

"Sister Mu Qing," she said softly, "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"I remember," Mu Qing said with a smile, "You were as cute as a little rabbit back then, following Zhang Chen around all day long."

"Yeah..." Xu Wan's voice was filled with nostalgia, "It was so good back then..."

She turned around, the moonlight outlining her beautiful figure: "It's a pity that I can't go back..."

"Xu Wan..." Mu Qing suddenly felt a palpitation, "What on earth are you..."

"Sister," Xu Wan interrupted her, "it's getting late, you should rest."

She made the bed for Mu Qing and said, "My place is poor, I'm sorry to have wronged you."

Mu Qing looked at the once innocent and lovely sister in front of her, and for some reason she felt a chill in her heart.

It was late at night, and Xu Wan was standing alone in the greenhouse. The moonlight shone through the glass onto those strange plants.

"Zhang Chen," she stroked the leaves gently, "I just want to be your woman..."

In the early morning of northern Xinjiang, the sun shines on the seabuckthorn fields. Xu Wan, wearing simple work clothes, is directing the workers to plant a new batch of seabuckthorn seedlings.

"Remember, the spacing between plants should be kept at 1.5 meters," she instructed carefully, "and the roots should be buried deeper so that they can withstand the wind."

In the distance, several zombies were tied to wooden stakes, guarding the farmland like scarecrows. This was Xu Wan's idea - the smell of zombies could scare away rabbits and goats, saving a lot of manpower.

"Miss Xu is really smart," Old Zhang said admiringly, "She can even put zombies to good use."

Xu Wan smiled and said, "Although this piece of sandy land is barren, as long as we manage it carefully, we can always create a new world."

She walked to the edge of the field and looked at the endless sand dunes in the distance: "Once the sea buckthorn takes root, it will be able to fix the quicksand. In a few years, this place may become an oasis."

The workers all nodded in agreement. Since Xu Wan came, this once scattered camp has been completely transformed. She not only straightened out various management systems, but also took the lead in the work herself.

There were cries coming from the cattle and sheep pens. Under Xu Wan's scientific management, the output of these animals had more than doubled.

"Miss Xu," the young worker Xiao Li came running over excitedly, "the herb you taught us to plant is growing!"

There was a hint of something strange in Xu Wan's eyes, but she quickly regained her gentleness: "Okay, I'll go take a look."

Walking in the fields, her figure was slender and tenacious. The girl who used to only stare at Zhang Chen has now grown into a real manager.

"If only Zhang Chen could see me now..." she whispered to herself.

"Girl," Old Zhang handed over the kettle, "You are so capable. If Chief Zhang knew about this, he would definitely use you."

Xu Wan took the kettle, her eyes a little dazed: "Yeah... What a pity..."

She shook her head, then quickly pulled herself together: "Okay, time to check the irrigation system."

Chapter 692: What nonsense! Get to work!

As the sun sets, Xu Wan stands on a high place and looks out over the camp she manages. The cattle and sheep are in the pens, the farmland is neatly laid out, and the workers are finishing their work with laughter and chatter.

At this moment, she seemed to have found her former innocent self—not for revenge, but simply to do things well.

"Zhang Chen..." she murmured to herself, "Look, I can manage a camp well..."

As night fell, she returned to the greenhouse. Her hands suddenly began to tremble as she looked at the deadly plants.

"What the hell am I...doing?"

Under the moonlight, a struggle flashed across her pretty face. The Xu Wan who wanted revenge, and the diligent manager, which one was the real her?

At this time in Zhang Chen’s camp, Mu Qing was reporting the situation in the northern border to Zhang Chen.

"Chief, Xu Wan... has really changed a lot."

Zhang Chen remained silent, looking towards the night sky in the north. How is the girl who once looked at him so fondly doing now?

As winter approaches, Zhangchen Camp is decorated with lights and colorful decorations. Resources from various sub-camps are continuously delivered: dried fruits from the South, cloth from the West, wine from the East... Each camp brings out the best things to have a decent New Year in the apocalypse.

"Chief," Mu Qing reported, holding the list, "Northern Xinjiang sent us top-quality mutton and their specialty sea buckthorn fruit."

Zhang Chen nodded: "Xu Wan did a good job."

"Yes," Mu Qing smiled, "Beijiang's production has increased several times under her management."

Zhang Chen was silent for a moment: "Let her come to celebrate the New Year as well."

When the news reached Northern Xinjiang, Xu Wan was checking the zombie guards.

"Miss Xu! Miss Xu!" Xiao Li came running over excitedly, "Headquarters has given the order for us to go and celebrate the New Year!"

Xu Wan was stunned: "Go to...headquarters?"

She looked at the zombies in front of her. These numb "guards" were tied to wooden stakes, and the wind and snow hit their pale faces.

Suddenly, Xu Wan turned around like a little girl: "I'm going to see Zhang Chen!"

The zombie's empty eyes followed her mechanically, as if witnessing this rare moment of joy.

“Look,” she smiled at the zombies, “I can finally go see him!”

She took off her coat and spun in the snow like dancing: "When spring comes, I will plant flowers here and let the whole northern border be full of flowers!"

The zombies swayed numbly, making gurgling sounds in the cold wind, as if responding to her joy.

"Zhang Chen..." She stopped and looked into the distance, "Will you like me now?"

The camp was bustling with activity. Xu Wan personally supervised the loading of New Year goods, and occasionally glanced in the direction of the greenhouse.

"Those plants..." She bit her lip, "Forget it, I'll just take some harmless herbs..."

She carefully selected some herbs that actually had therapeutic effects and packaged them neatly.

"Girl," Old Zhang said with a smile, "are you going to offer treasures to Chief Zhang?"

Xu Wan blushed: "These are all good things, they can heal injuries..."

At night, she stood in front of the mirror and dressed carefully. The girl who had peeped at Zhang Chen in Baihua Camp had now lost her immaturity and become more capable and mature.

"Zhang Chen," she said softly, "This time, I want you to see a brand new Xu Wan..."

At the same time, Zhangchen Camp was decorated with lights and colors. The heads of each camp arrived one after another, bringing their own specialties.

"I heard that the person from Northern Xinjiang was Xu Wan?" someone asked.

"That's the one..."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense. The leader mentioned her recently and seemed very satisfied with her management ability."

Zhang Chen stood on a high place, looking at the busy camp. The rare peaceful moment in the end times reminded him of many past events.

"Leader," Mu Qing reported, "the team from Northern Frontier has already set out."

Zhang Chen nodded and looked towards the north. What would the girl who had once looked at him infatuatedly look like now?

The snow was getting heavier, as if to cover up all traces of the end of the world. Xu Wan sat in the carriage, touching the herbs in her arms, feeling both expectant and anxious.

This New Year, maybe a lot of things will change...

The machines in the East District Textile Factory were roaring. Mu Qing and a team of female workers were rushing to make new clothes. She had her blonde hair tied up, stood tall, and checked the quality of the finished products from time to time.

"Be careful with everything," she checked the stitches, "This is a New Year's gift to headquarters!"

"Captain Mu," a female worker asked, wiping her sweat, "are there enough clothes to make?"

Mu Qing smiled and said, "Don't worry, with Wang Yan here, there will be plenty of cotton."

Speaking of Wang Yan, everyone showed envy. That incredibly beautiful woman is now Zhang Chen's close friend.

In the cotton field, Wang Yan was using her special powers. She was wearing a white dress and her black hair was like a waterfall, fluttering in the wind. With her power, the cotton was growing and blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hurry up and pick them!" the supervisor shouted, "Don't make Miss Wang wait anxiously!"

The cotton pickers dared not stop. Seeing the cotton blossoms one after another, their bamboo baskets were soon filled.

"Miss Wang is really amazing," someone praised in a low voice, "No wonder she is favored by the leader."

Wang Yan smiled gently, and raised her hand to make another cotton field bloom. Her ability not only controlled the growth of plants, but also improved their quality. Under her control, the cotton was white and soft.

"I have to accompany the chief tonight," she thought to herself, "I have to finish processing this batch of cotton quickly."

As night fell, Wang Yan dressed up and put on a white dress made of cotton she had grown herself, which made her skin look even smoother.

"I heard that all the camps will come here to celebrate the New Year," the maid combed her hair, "Miss Wang, do you want to..."

"Don't worry," Wang Yan smiled confidently, "I'm not comparable to those people."

She stood up, her beautiful face reflected in the mirror: "Go and give the leader a midnight snack."

At the same time, Mu Qing was still busy in the textile factory.

"This one is for Zhang Jing," she distributed new clothes, "This one is for Xiao Li..."

"Captain Mu should also prepare a nice dress," the female workers cheered, "so that she can outshine the others at the New Year's Eve dinner!"

Mu Qing blushed: "What nonsense! Get to work!"

But she was also thinking: It's time to make myself a new dress...

The bright lights of the textile factory set off the heavy snow outside. This rare moment of peace in the end times gave everyone hope.

In Zhang Chen's room, Wang Yan was making tea.

"Chief," she said softly, "the cotton clothes you requested are being made right now."

Zhang Chen nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Wang Yan's eyes flickered: "I am happy to work for the leader..."

She stood up slowly, her skirt fluttering like a blooming cotton flower. Women in the end times should also be delicate and romantic...

In the textile factory far away, Mu Qing was still working late into the night. The New Year was approaching, and everyone had their own expectations.

The zombies outside the camp were wriggling, and their rotten limbs were shaking in the wind and snow.

Chapter 693 Transformation

Their empty eyes stared at the lights inside the wall and hungry roars came from their throats.

"I haven't smelled a living person for several months..." a zombie muttered incoherently.

"It's all that woman's fault..." another zombie roared, "The plants she planted drove us all out..."

Wang Yan was indeed amazing. Not only did she use her supernatural powers to control cotton, she also planted a large area of ​​herbs that could drive away zombies, creating a natural barrier around the camp.

In the textile factory, Mu Qing looked at the new batch of cotton sent by Wang Yan with complicated eyes.

"Captain Mu," the little girl asked in a low voice, "do you have any grudge against Miss Wang?"

Mu Qing smiled bitterly: "Nothing, it's all in the past."