Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse

Yun Xiaoxiao had seen this man before.

He lived in the neighboring villa and seemed to be a university professor.

His wife was a businesswoman, and their family would occasionally stay here on weekends.

At this moment, he was tightly gripping an iron rod in his hand, nervously looking around, as if on guard against something.

Seeing no zombies rushing towards him, he swallowed hard and rang the doorbell.

"Is anyone in there? I've come to borrow some rice. My family has run out of food, and the children are crying from hunger. Could you please lend us some rice, considering we're neighbors? Our whole family would be grateful."

Jiang Minhuai spoke urgently and quickly into the intercom, while vigilantly glancing behind him.

"No."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small red light lit up next to the camera, and a cold voice came through.

Jiang Minhuai's face instantly flushed red. Without saying anything more, he turned and left.

Watching the man leave, Yun Xiaoxiao's expression remained impassive.

In the apocalypse, sometimes a moment of kindness could invite deadly consequences.

As the saying goes, wealth brings trouble.

Especially in this post-apocalyptic world, whoever had supplies was seen as a delicacy in others' eyes, everyone wanting to take a bite.

Even if she gave them rice this time, what would happen when they finished it? Would they come back for more?

At that point, should she give or not?

If she gave, they would only take it for granted, offering superficial thanks while actually treating her as a sucker, endlessly demanding more.

If she didn't give, they would become enemies.

Since they were bound to become enemies anyway, why waste that bag of food?

She wasn't about to be foolishly kind-hearted and use her hard-earned rations to feed unrelated people.

Besides, although the zombies looked terrifying now, they were all the lowest-level zombies. Any adult male with a bit of courage could kill them.

As long as he was willing to search for food, he would definitely find some and wouldn't starve to death.

Meanwhile, as soon as Jiang Minhuai returned, he quickly locked the door.

"Did you get anything?"

A young woman with a capable appearance but a spoiled tone walked out from inside.

When she saw that the man had nothing in his hands, her expression immediately changed.

"You didn't bring anything back?!"

"They weren't willing to give us anything."

The woman's disdainful look made Jiang Minhuai very uncomfortable, but his good upbringing prevented him from losing his temper.

"Useless! You couldn't even get a little bit of food. The person next door is just a little girl, and you, a grown man, couldn't even take it from her if she wouldn't give it?

If you don't bring back any food, what are we supposed to eat and drink? Do you really want to watch our whole family starve to death?"

The woman's harsh words came out without hesitation.

"Grandma, I want French fries, roast duck, and fried chicken!"

A Little Boy about eight years old threw a tantrum at a woman in her sixties, crying and demanding food.

"I've seen it, the little sister next door has lots of delicious food every day. Grandma, I want to eat, I just want to eat!"

"Okay, okay, Grandma's precious grandson, don't cry, don't cry. What if you make yourself sick from crying?"

From these snippets of conversation, it was clear that the family knew that only Yun Xiaoxiao lived next door, and they had set their sights on her supplies.

It made sense, as their house was diagonally across from Yun Xiaoxiao's. If they stood at the side window upstairs, they could indeed see what was happening at Yun Xiaoxiao's place.

Seeing her son crying incessantly, Jiang Minhuai's wife, Qian Jing, became even more irritated.

"Look, your son is crying like this, and you still won't go get the food. Do you really want to watch him starve to death?!"

"If you want to go, you go. I won't. I can't bring myself to steal from a child."

"What era do you think this is? You're still hung up on etiquette and morals? I don't know how I was so blind as to marry such a spineless waste like you. You can't even protect your wife and child. Are you even a man?"

"You...!"

"Me what? Get our ladder. If you're too embarrassed to ask for food, I'll go! Of course, I don't want to steal from others either, but if she doesn't know what's good for her, then we can't be blamed. Why are you still standing there? Go get the ladder!"

Yun Xiaoxiao watched the man return on the monitor, along with the woman standing next to him, and curiously raised an eyebrow.

Soon, Qian Jing's voice rang out.

"Little sister, I know you're alone at home. Let auntie in. It's very dangerous outside now. If you're willing, I can adopt you as my goddaughter, and we'll protect you in the future."

Yun Xiaoxiao took out a lollipop and slowly chewed on it.

If she remembered correctly, when she replied to the man earlier, she had used a voice changer, right?

Yet this woman immediately called her "little sister," which meant they knew there was only one person in the house and that person had supplies.

Yun Xiaoxiao glanced up at the small window on the second floor of the villa diagonally across, guessing what had happened.

She slightly raised her lips, smiling mischievously.

"I advise you not to try to be my mother, because... anyone who wants to be my mother... usually ends up... dying a horrible death."

Hearing this, a flash of viciousness crossed Qian Jing's eyes.

Little brat, quite the sharp tongue!

Since she won't take the easy way, she can't blame me for what happens next.

She'll see how I tear that mouth of hers apart!

She snatched the ladder from Jiang Minhuai's hands and set it up against the wall.

"You stay here and keep the zombies away," she commanded.

Jiang Minhuai remained silent.

The woman snorted coldly and began climbing the ladder.

In her pants pocket, she had tucked away a fruit knife, which she had secretly taken while the man was getting the ladder.

She had been observing for the past few days and was quite certain that there was only a five-year-old girl in the house, with no one else.

She didn't believe that she, a grown woman, couldn't handle a five-year-old girl.

Once she dealt with this girl, she would move her whole family in to live here.

Not only were the walls high, but they also had an electric fence installed on top, much better than where they were staying.

Living inside would definitely be safer, and they wouldn't have to worry about zombies climbing over the walls at night anymore.

Moreover, judging by the food the girl was eating, it was all delicious stuff. It was obvious she had stockpiled a lot of good things.

This must have been left for her by her parents.

She just wondered where the girl's parents had gone, how they could leave such a small child alone here.

Could they be dead already?

As she pondered this, she had already reached the top of the wall.

She was wearing an insulated suit, which would protect her from the electric fence.

She carefully stepped onto the wall, about to move the ladder to the inside, when she raised her head and met a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling.

The little girl was standing in the courtyard, calmly staring at her.

In her hand, she was holding... a pistol.

She paused, unsure why, but the little girl's smile gave her a chilling sensation.

She had actually been frightened by a little girl's gaze, which was truly absurd.

She didn't believe a five-year-old child would have a real gun; she thought it must be fake!