You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

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No one knows exactly how heavy this fish is.

After all, a hydroelectric station is just that, not a slaughterhouse, and it has no equipment for weighing anything.

But just moving this fish from the beach to the road on the shore, a distance of less than two hundred meters, took over an hour for a dozen or so temporary zombie workers and the combat team.

By the time they'd moved the fish into the large courtyard of the hydroelectric station, nearly everyone was about to collapse from exhaustion.

Not to mention the zombies.

Their arms and legs were all broken under the pressure.

But the reward was extremely generous.

After analysis by Zhang Ye and Ai Bing, they concluded that the fish must be a mutated loach or catfish, definitely weighing over ten tons.

Such a large fish, even if a third of its weight were bones, would still leave about seven or eight tons of fish meat.

Plus the undigested crayfish in its belly.

That's another several hundred kilograms of crayfish meat.

Quite a bountiful harvest indeed.

All those who participated in the operation could get ten kilograms of fish or crayfish meat, with an additional reward of coupons.

As for the warriors who were injured from charging in too eagerly, their rewards were doubled.

Zhang Ye wanted everyone to know that those willing to bleed and sweat for the company would never be shortchanged.

After all, these things were hard-won by their own efforts.

There was no reason to skimp on the rewards.

But for him, the biggest gain was not the fish meat, but the information about the mutations in the river's fish and shrimp.

Now it seemed that not only the crayfish had mutated.

At the very least, there was this giant catfish as well.

This indicated that the rivers around Sanjiang City were indeed very dangerous without heavy firepower and large vessels.

If today's mutated catfish hadn't rushed onto the beach but was encountered in the water,

the outcome would have been obvious.

However, seen from another angle, once on shore, these mutated fish and shrimp were completely at their mercy, to be sliced as they wished.

Early the next day, Wang Hu led a convoy from the base to the hydroelectric station.

Accompanying him were fifty zombie workers from the construction team and over a dozen zombie electricians from the energy department.

Their first task was to dig a pit with dimensions of ten by ten meters and a depth of about five meters near the river, and then pour concrete over steel rebar to form the primary structure.

(This is purely my invention; I know nothing about civil engineering.)

Simply put, they were making an empty swimming pool.

They then laid a metal floor at the bottom and connected it to an external transformer, so any mutated fish or shrimp that fell into the pool would be instantly shocked or paralyzed by the high voltage, ready for slaughter.

This plan was proposed by Zhang Ye.

As a child, he often dug a watering hole by the river to trap fish and shrimp.

Now, it was simply a matter of scaling up that hole by thousands of times, especially since the mutated crayfish and catfish could crawl on shore, so water was no longer needed.

The only thing to keep an eye on was the regular replenishment of zombies used as bait.

Just add an electrician to check the lines,

and the fishing operation was ready to go.

The entire construction took nearly ten days, during which several violent incidents occurred with the catfish coming ashore to steal from the workers, causing much frustration among the company's employees.

But on the morning after the project finished, the pit contained three mutated crayfish of varying sizes,

and a mutated loach over three meters long.

(Personally, I can't tell the difference between loaches and catfish.)

After turning off the power, the zombie workers immediately transferred the fish and shrimp from the pit to the trucks, which were then delivered by the transport team to the canning factory in District Four.

This canning factory, established less than a month ago, already had two flagship products.

The first was the affordable and plentiful rat meat cans.

Priced at twenty yuan each.

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The second product was canned dog meat made from mutated wild dogs brought back by the survivors or scavenging teams.

Due to the certain risks involved in sourcing the raw materials, it was priced at thirty yuan.

Both items were considered civilian products.

Besides canned rat and dog meat, there was also a portion made from mutated chickens provided by the farms, which were the most expensive, priced at eighty yuan in vouchers.

Very few were sold to outsiders, with the majority being provided directly to company management and as awards for those with outstanding contributions.

Like the senior technicians at the machinery factory researching weapons and ammunition.

Now there were two new products available.

Fish and shrimp meat.

Considering the unstable sourcing and limited quantities of these ingredients, Zhang Ye ultimately decided to set the price of these two products at a moderately high level. Discover stories with empire

A can of fish meat cost fifty yuan in vouchers.

Shrimp meat, on the other hand, was even more expensive.

It was sixty yuan per can.

When these freshly made cans were delivered from the factory to the company's store, the first to squeeze in line to buy them were the guards from various districts and company employees.

"Heard they got fish meat cans this time?"

A man in his thirties, reeking of decay, asked.

The woman at the window, responsible for sales, did not show disgust at the smell but instead became even more cordial.

Such a stench was only found on those who had been long-term cleaners of zombies.

It indicated this man was most likely from the Combat Department of the company.

Even if he wasn't, he was a member of a rather wealthy scavenger team, certainly capable of affording a few cans.

"Not just fish, there's shrimp too."

"All freshly delivered from the cannery, how much do you want?"

After saying this, the woman looked at him expectantly.

Upon hearing this, the man immediately became excited and hastily pulled out several one-hundred vouchers from the inside pocket of his jacket, carefully sliding them through the gap beneath the window.

"And shrimp?"

"I'll take two cans of each!"

"The rest in monkey meat cans, hehe."

Monkey meat, that is, rat meat.

Perhaps it was to make it more psychologically acceptable.

Because rats were sometimes referred to as ground monkeys in some places, some survivors started calling canned rat meat "monkey meat."

After the female clerk inside counted the vouchers, a window next to her clicked open.

Seeing this, the man immediately brought out a bag and moved closer.

Soon, cans began to be tossed out.

One, two...

After seven cans of basically equal size and shape were thrown out, there was no more movement inside, and the woman hidden behind the window spoke again:

"What will it be?"

"Today we got new fish and shrimp meat cans..."

By evening, the store's inventory had almost entirely sold out.

The only things left on the ground were a few zombie employees cleaning up.

The first batch of fish and shrimp cans, totaling two hundred, sold out in less than half a day.

Even the rat meat cans, which sounded the most off-putting to many, sold out completely.

The only items left were a few cans of chicken meat.

The reason was simple.

They were too expensive.