[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times":3,"chapter-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-198":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fiercest Man in the End Times",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2319436,4536,"Chapter 198: To Achieve Pork Freedom","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-198",198,"\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, Boss Zhang, we’ll take half—just tell us what you want to trade. Anything only West Big Camp Village has, we’re good. But let’s get this straight: no people. We don’t trade humans.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like a joke, but Ma Changshou’s tone was anything but humorous, making Zhang Su pause and think harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I can’t afford to feed more people. But, Old Village Chief, I’ve set my eyes on your big fat pigs. Cut me a deal: four sows, already bred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su named his price outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Ma Changshou’s reply came slowly—he fell silent for a full minute before answering: “Boss Zhang, you’ve left me stunned. I just checked with the village—there aren’t any big fat pigs. Just a few sheep. How about four sheep instead? Winter’s here—mutton’s good for your health!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su’s lips twitched. “Old Village Chief, I didn’t haggle over numbers. Why are you playing games with me? Four bred sows. Can you do it or not? If not, fine—I’ll go trade with the United Villages. You go find your medicine in the city yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no no, Boss Zhang, let’s talk this through calmly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Changshou knew that big fat pigs were valuable in this world, but still not as valuable as medicine—especially life-saving medicine. He gritted his teeth: “Boss Zhang, you want bred sows for breeding, right? I’ve got a batch of sows that were bred before the disaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Counting the days, they’ll farrow in less than a month. Even if you ignore the time we were unconscious, it’s only a half-month delay. That saves you two months of breeding time. Three sows—how’s that? It’s a steal, really. You’re a college grad—you can calculate it. Time is money, my friend!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Changshou spoke like an old goblin. Zhang Su wondered if the old man was a WoW player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone looked at Zhang Su with mixed doubt and delight. Pork was incredibly important to the vast majority of people in Tianchao—so many couldn’t live without meat. Just the phrase “pork freedom” was enough to excite them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boil a big pot of steaming vegetable dumpling soup, pair it with canned meats and pickled vegetables, and with rations accumulated, everyone got one egg today. In the entire Qincheng survivor camp, that was a lavish meal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh oh, so Mr. Zhang meant heart disease earlier? Don’t worry, don’t worry—I don’t have heart disease. My heart’s healthy. At fifty-eight, I’ve got a twenty-eight-year-old heart. Hahaha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even pork was a barometer of public stability and economic trends—any sharp price fluctuation would trigger state intervention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su didn’t drag it out—he told everyone about the trade with West Big Camp Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll pick them out when I get there. By the way, prepare a van to haul the pigs—I’ll throw in ten extra nitroglycerin tablets,” Zhang Su said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Changshou didn’t hide his urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the dining table, Zhang Su announced: “I’ve got good news—soon, we’ll achieve pork freedom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanjian knew about this, but they wouldn’t blab. Such a big matter had to be announced by Zhang Su. They sat quietly to the side, happily eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu cleverly played along: “Brother Su, what do you mean? Where’d the pigs come from? I didn’t hear anything!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su found it amusing. Seeing Tan Hua and the others had already prepared breakfast, he didn’t delay—he agreed to Ma Changshou’s terms, put down the walkie-talkie, and walked cheerfully to the dining hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem, absolutely! So, Boss Zhang, are we agreed on this deal? If so, I’ll get people ready to prepare the pigs—we’ll finalize the trade as soon as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes yes, hey—wait a minute…” Ma Changshou kept agreeing, then realized he’d walked into a trap: “Boss Zhang, the pigs are healthy now, eating and drinking fine—but natural birth? I can’t guarantee that. Not at all. I can guarantee a C-section…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Twenty tablets! Brand-new car from this year, plus half a tank of fuel!” Ma Changshou pushed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three sows, due in under two months, no injuries, no hidden illnesses, guaranteed natural birth—right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su also felt this demand was unreasonable. “Then how about this: when the pigs give birth, lend me one of your technicians in this field. Deal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen laughed heartily while holding his bowl. He was proud of his health—every year at school, his physical exam results were always perfect, rarely showing any arrows pointing up or down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A few tiny pills for three sows that can give birth? My god—how do you even calculate this value!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Yu bowed his head, counting on his fingers, utterly baffled—he’d just learned a new value system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su waved his hand. “Bo, don’t overthink it. Ha! Anyway, I’m telling you all this to say: Teacher Yu, take a few people and quickly pick a spot to build a pigpen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to build new. I suggest converting the guest rooms at Qingfeng Xiaozhu. Just use the first floor—you can easily plan for forty pigs. Is that enough?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen was enthusiastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingfeng Xiaozhu was reinforced concrete, like an apartment building in a residential compound—sturdier than the houses Zhang Su’s group lived in—but its location was poor and it lacked facilities, so no one lived there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More than enough!” Zhang Su finished the last sip of his dumpling soup and ordered: “Come on, help unload the grain and coal from the truck first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are we going to fetch the pigs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Xiaoshuai asked eagerly, face beaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shook his head. “Not just to West Big Camp for pigs. The zombies in Xiang Zhuang were killed by us. The United Villages promised not to touch Xiang Zhuang’s supplies. If any stragglers find the empty Xiang Zhuang and take even a pound of rice, it’s ours. Let’s go first and clear out anything valuable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Su’s right—I’ll help!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Dachao gulped down his soup, wiped his mouth, and stood up. Since joining the camp, his energy had been high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Come on—those who finished eating, help unload!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su gestured and led the way out of the dining hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su was the one most entitled to rest—but since even he was working, no one dared sit idle. Everyone quickly finished eating and rushed out to join the hauling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The luxury RV had become a cargo truck. On its plush carpet lay flour, corn kernels, rice grains, and lumps of dirt. In the rear garage were black lumps of coal—the largest weighing over a hundred jin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After unloading, Zhang Su drove everyone away from the camp. He didn’t take two vehicles—there weren’t enough hands to load even if the trucks could carry it all. It would just waste fuel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the camp, people hauled supplies; others continued clearing zombie corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By noon, all the zombie corpses on the mountain path had been piled into the fields below—a heap over a hundred square meters in size—impressive, yet disheartening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think if these corpses slowly decompose, they could fertilize the soil? Could we grow crops here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Tianji asked thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Ya rubbed her aching arms. “I don’t know if the soil can still be farmed, but eight hundred corpses piled here will breed bacteria. Winter might be okay—but come spring, it’ll be terrible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen adjusted his glasses. “Burying them is impossible. Clear a firebreak, as Mr. Zhang suggested—burn them. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, I agree—burn them. It’s too depressing seeing them every time we come and go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But these are our glorious victories! What’s depressing? This is honor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please. I’d rather have no honor—I just hope no zombie hordes ever attack us again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Burn them. Burn them clean.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, everyone agreed to burn the corpses—but first, they had to clear a firebreak around the pile. Otherwise, the fire could spread across the fields and engulf the entire mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone worked together and quickly cleared a five-meter-wide firebreak around the corpse pile—enough to contain the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1327,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","679ae7b834541eabad9c53639189fd955c44642171aad98d4ddeee7530ed8015","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-199","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-197",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]