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

But she knew in her heart that if Wang Yan had not slandered Xu Wan in front of Zhang Chen, Xu Wan would not have been exiled to the northern border to suffer.

"Chief," Wang Yan said pitifully that day, "Xu Wan always peeks at you, and I feel unsafe..."

"Yes," she continued to exaggerate, "I heard that she is still studying some strange plants..."

So Xu Wan was exiled.

"Sister Mu Qing," Wang Yan walked over with light steps, "Are you satisfied with this batch of cotton?"

Mu Qing forced a smile: "Very good, thank you Miss Wang."

"Don't be so distant," Wang Yan said with a smile, "We are all working for the leader."

She leaned close to Mu Qing's ear and said, "As long as you listen, I guarantee you'll have a comfortable life."

Mu Qing clenched her fists, but still smiled and said, "Ms. Wang is right."

Mu Qing sighed as she watched Wang Yan leave. She knew Wang Yan's methods too well - this woman could send people to ruin without making a sound.

"Xu Wan..." She looked towards the north, "Are you okay in Northern Xinjiang?"

Late at night, a scent wafted out of Wang Yan's room. She was mixing new spices.

"Mu Qing, Mu Qing," she said to herself, "Do you think I don't know that you secretly sent a message to Xu Wan?"

She gently shook the medicine bottle: "Since you like being sisters with Xu Wan so much..."

There were footsteps outside the door. It was Zhang Chen. Wang Yan quickly put away the medicine bottle and put on a sweet smile.

"Chief," she said softly, "I have made some soothing tea..."

Mu Qing stood in front of the window, looking at the zombies outside. They were like a natural barrier, separating the people in the camp from the outside world.

Just like Wang Yan, she uses her methods to isolate all threats.

"I'm sorry, Xu Wan," she said in her heart, "Sister can't help you too much..."

This is the rule of survival in the apocalypse: either surrender or perish. At least now, she had to protect herself so that she could help Xu Wan at the critical moment.

On the night of New Year's Eve, Zhangchen Camp was decorated with lights and the banquet hall was bustling with activity. The long tables were filled with sumptuous dishes: roasted whole lamb from the northern border, rice and flour snacks from the eastern region, preserved fruits from the southern region...

"I never thought I could have such a delicious New Year's Eve dinner in the apocalypse!" said Old Zhang, wiping his tears.

"That's right," the lady next to him also cried, "I remember this time last year, I was still chewing tree bark to fill my stomach."

Zhang Chen sat in the main seat, looking at the survivors who were laughing and talking happily below, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

"Chief," Wang Yan poured him a glass of wine, "look how happy they are."

Indeed, after a year of hard work, the camp has begun to take shape. Each division has a stable output: the textile factory in the east produces clothes, the ranch in the north provides meat, and the orchard in the south guarantees vitamins...

"Come on, everyone, raise your glasses!" Zhang Chen stood up, "Let's toast to our courage in surviving!"

"Cheers to the leader!" Everyone stood up.

"I remember when I first came to the camp," a young man choked up, "I couldn't even drink a sip of hot water. Now..."

He pointed at the food and wine in front of him and couldn't say any more.

“Yeah,” the old man next to him patted him on the shoulder, “Thanks to the leader, otherwise we would have become food for the zombies.”

Mu Qing, wearing a newly made cotton-padded jacket, poured wine for everyone: "Come on, let's eat as much as we want tonight!"

"Captain Mu," the women workers laughed, "your new clothes look great!"

Mu Qing responded with a smile, but she caught a glimpse of Wang Yan leaning against Zhang Chen, and couldn't help but think of Xu Wan who was far away in the northern border.

Suddenly, firecrackers were heard outside. This was the first time firecrackers were set off since the apocalypse, and the sound startled the zombies outside and caused a commotion.

"Fire! Fire as hard as you can!" someone shouted, "Let those damned devils know that we are celebrating the New Year!"

A burst of laughter broke out in the banquet hall. The sufferings of the end of the world seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

"Each camp has completed its mission this year," Zhang Chen looked around, "Next year, we will have a better life!"

"The leader is right!" Everyone raised their glasses.

In the corner, an old woman wiped her tears silently: "It's a pity that my boy won't be able to see this day..."

"Auntie," Mu Qing comforted her, "He is watching us from heaven."

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became more and more lively. Some people began to sing songs from the past, and some began to tell stories from the past.

"I heard that Xu Wan from Northern Xinjiang is also coming?" someone whispered.

"Shh," the person next to him quickly stopped him, "Don't mention this at this time."

When Wang Yan heard this, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes, but she soon returned to her smile: “Chief, you should rest.”

Zhang Chen waved his hand: "Let everyone have fun."

It was late at night, but the party was still going on. The zombies outside the camp were squirming, but they could not get close to this happy world.

This is the warmest night after the end of the world, and everyone wants to keep this moment of happiness for longer.

"Next year will be better..." everyone is looking forward to it.

When the banquet was in full swing, a report came from outside: "Northern Frontier Chief Xu Wan has arrived!"

The noise in the hall stopped abruptly.

Everyone's eyes turned to the door.

Xu Wan, dressed in red, walked in slowly, as beautiful as a newly blooming rose.

The hardships of the end of the world did not diminish her beauty, but instead made her more heroic.

Her steps were unhurried and her eyes were clear and determined.

"Xu Wan wishes the leader a happy new year." She bowed slightly, her voice clear and pleasant.

Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment. The little girl who always stole glances at him and blushed in his memory has now transformed into a woman with a strong aura.

"Sit down." Zhang Chen pointed to the empty seat next to him.

Wang Yan's face changed, but she couldn't lose her temper due to the situation.

"I heard that the ranch output in northern Xinjiang has tripled?" Zhang Chen asked.

Xu Wan nodded and answered calmly: "Yes. We have improved the breeding methods and used zombies to guard the livestock. We accidentally discovered that their presence can actually increase the milk production of livestock."

"Interesting," Zhang Chen's eyes flashed with appreciation, "Go on."

Xu Wan began to introduce her management methods in detail: how to use sea buckthorn to fix sand, how to improve the soil, how to deal with zombies... every word was wise and well-organized.

Chapter 694: All the Sufferings in Northern Xinjiang

"Great!" Zhang Chen couldn't help but slam his hands on the table. "I didn't expect you could manage that wasteland in Northern Xinjiang so well!"

Seeing this, the people below started to make a noise:

"Chief, Miss Xu is deeply in love with you!"

"Yes, in order to prove his ability, he turned the entire northern border into a model camp!"

"Chief, please accept such a good girl!"

Xu Wan remained calm, only slightly raised the corner of her mouth: "Everyone is joking. I just... want to do things well."

Zhang Chen looked at her thoughtfully. This girl who once gave him a headache had now grown into an independent manager.

"By the way," Xu Wan took out an exquisite box from her sleeve, "This is a special medicinal tea from Northern Xinjiang. It can refresh your mind."

Wang Yan's eyes flashed: "Chief, this kind of thing with unknown origin..."

"It's okay," Zhang Chen took it, "I believe Xu Wan."

This sentence made Xu Wan's eyes flash with a strange light, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Hey, do you remember when Miss Xu first came to the camp?" an old man sighed, "She hid in the corner all day to spy on the leader. It's different now!"

Everyone laughed, and Xu Wan also laughed: "I'm young and ignorant. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Zhang Chen looked at her calm and composed appearance, deep in thought. The little girl who was once impulsive and willful has now learned to be tactful.

"Come on," he raised his glass, "let's toast to the good management of Northern Frontier!"

Xu Wan picked up the wine glass, her eyes clear: "Thank you for your appreciation, Chief."

As they drank, Mu Qing noticed that Wang Yan's face was getting uglier and uglier. But Xu Wan seemed not to notice and focused on discussing camp management with Zhang Chen.

This night is destined not to be peaceful...

After three rounds of drinks, Xu Wan's performance became more and more outstanding. She was neither humble nor arrogant, and her conversation was appropriate, showing the qualities that an excellent manager should have.

And Zhang Chen's eyes were increasingly focused on this transformed woman...

As the night went on and the party was coming to an end, Zhang Chen drank a little too much and his face was flushed unnaturally.

“Chief,” Wang Yan was about to step forward to help, but she saw Zhang Chen waving at Xu Wan: “Let...let Xu Wan take me back.”

Xu Wan was stunned at first, then stood up gracefully: "Yes, leader."

She held Zhang Chen's arm, her movements natural and appropriate. The smell of alcohol and body temperature from Zhang Chen's body came through the fabric, causing her heartbeat to speed up slightly, but her face remained calm.

"Chief, please slow down." She reminded softly.

"Hmm..." Zhang Chen leaned on her shoulder and said vaguely, "Beijiang... did a good job..."

Wang Yan stood there, watching the two people's backs gradually disappear at the end of the corridor. She picked up the wine glass and drank it all, with a meaningful smile on her lips.

"Ms. Wang..." Mu Qing hesitated to speak.

"It's okay," Wang Yan put down the cup gracefully, "This is what the leader meant."

She turned and left, her skirt drawing a graceful arc. No one saw the trace of loneliness that flashed across her eyes.

In the corridor, Xu Wan carefully supported Zhang Chen. The moonlight shone through the window, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

"Xu Wan..." Zhang Chen suddenly said, "You have changed."

Xu Wan's heart trembled: "Leader, you are joking. I am still me."

"No," Zhang Chen stopped and looked into her eyes, "You are no longer that impulsive little girl."

Xu Wan lowered her head: "I learned a lot during my time in Northern Xinjiang."

Zhang Chen reached out and lifted her chin: "But your eyes...are still so clear."

Under the moonlight, Xu Wan's red dress was like fire, and her skin looked like snow. She felt Zhang Chen's breath spraying on her face, with a faint scent of wine.

"Chief," she said softly, "you have drunk too much."

Zhang Chen smiled: "I am very sober."

Xu Wan's heartbeat quickened, but she still maintained a proper distance: "Then you should rest early."

When they arrived at the door, Zhang Chen did not let go of her hand: "Come in and sit down."

Xu Wan hesitated: "This...is not appropriate."

"Nothing is inappropriate," Zhang Chen said seriously, "I want to hear about Northern Xinjiang."

In the distance, Wang Yan stood in front of her window, looking at the light in Zhang Chen's room. She picked up a cup of scented tea and blew away the heat.

"Xu Wan, ah Xu Wan," she said to herself, "You have finally waited for this day."

She was not worried. In this apocalypse, what the leader needed was not a favorite, but someone who could help him manage the camp. Xu Wan was undoubtedly a qualified candidate.

"That's fine," she took a sip of tea, "more helpers are always better than more enemies."

As the night deepened, the light in Zhang Chen's room was still on. Xu Wan's clear voice could be heard from time to time, interweaving with Zhang Chen's whispers.

This is the warmest New Year's Eve since the end of the world. Everyone is guarding the hard-earned peace in his or her own way.

The first ray of New Year's sunshine shone into the room, and Xu Wan gently adjusted Zhang Chen's collar. Her movements were gentle and natural, with a unique style, yet dignified.

"Chief," she said softly, "are you going to patrol the South District today?"

Zhang Chen stared at her profile. Different from Wang Yan's charm or Mu Qing's heroism, Xu Wan had the reserve of a lady from a noble family, and also exuded a subtle alluring aura.

"Well," Zhang Chen reached out and stroked her hair, "You've been working hard these past few days."

Xu Wan smiled slightly: "It is my blessing to be able to serve the leader."

During these three days, she finally realized her dream. But she was much more sensible than before, and knew that to truly keep a man's heart, it was not by being gentle, but by having real talent and knowledge.