Chapter 22: Little Lamb Skewers, Where Do You Think You're Going?

“Hurry, hurry, hurry! Catch them!”

“Ha! There’s nothing in the building, but this trip wasn’t for nothing after all!”

“You’re right, these are two live sheep! Quick, grab their hooves!”

An Nan stopped her inflatable boat, no longer moving forward, and watched from a distance.

It was the same group of people who had come to the building earlier.

Ahead, the water was in chaos as several people surrounded two sheep swimming in the water, all of them excited beyond measure.

An Nan had plenty of beef and lamb stored in her space, so she wasn’t interested in fighting them for it. She was just curious: how did sheep end up in a place like this?

She watched the direction the two sheep were swimming and suddenly her eyes lit up. Beyond Kuancheng District was the city outskirts, and there was a mountain there.

Unlike the developed Luo’an Mountain with its hillside villas, this mountain was completely wild and untouched.

These two sheep must have been wandering the city with nowhere to go and ended up heading for that mountain.

Sometimes animals are smarter than we think—they have their own survival instincts and skills.

An Nan turned the boat around and steered it out of the city. Since these two sheep had made it here, there must be other animals on the mountain as well.

Might as well go take a look.

She soon arrived at the mountain outside the city. Seeing no one around, An Nan put the boat away into her space.

Suddenly, her backpack started to squirm—it was Fortune, struggling to get out.

An Nan opened the backpack and let him out. His eyes were much clearer now, no longer dazed and tipsy, replaced by a look of pure excitement.

As soon as he touched the ground, he circled happily around An Nan’s feet a few times, then dashed off.

An Nan watched her little dog with a look of motherly affection.

Dogs are naturally playful—even her lazy Fortune loved running around in nature. Poor thing, he’d been cooped up with her in the room for so long.

But what could she do? The apocalypse was harsh. Forget about dogs—even humans could barely live as comfortably as before.

“Fortune, don’t run too far!”

She called after him, then began to survey her surroundings.

Although Kuancheng District was low-lying, this mountain was quite high, so most of it still rose above the water.

Fortune had already disappeared from sight. Worried he might run into some wild animal, An Nan hurried after him, climbing up the mountain.

Unlike scenic spots, there were no man-made paths here, so the climb was tough.

An Nan took a trekking pole out from her space and carefully made her way up, calling out for her missing dog as she climbed.

After a while, she finally reached a flat area.

Looking into the distance, all she could see was a blur of white. It seemed her dog had run that way.

An Nan had no choice but to cup her hands and shout.

“Fortune!”

“An Fortune, get back here right now!”

After a few calls, she saw the white blur in the distance speeding toward her.

As it got closer, she was shocked to realize—it was a whole herd of goats!

There must have been at least two hundred. An Nan was overjoyed, and then she spotted her own Fortune running right behind the herd.

Wherever he ran, the goats parted, and he herded them all toward her. If any strayed, Fortune would even jump up and nip their butts.

An Nan couldn’t help but laugh: Wasn’t Fortune a bulldog? Since when could he herd sheep?

His little legs were moving like a blur, and he ran up to An Nan, panting hard, tongue lolling out.

An Nan bent down and scooped him up. “You never exercise, but you dare run around like this?” she said, giving him a head rub as she held him.

The little guy had done well—not even grown up yet, and already helping his owner catch sheep.

She pulled a steaming hot Orleans-style roast chicken drumstick from her space, poured him some water, and set them down.

Fortune quickly trotted over and dug in.

An Nan turned to look at the herd of “little lamb skewers” munching on grass.

If only she could keep them in her space—not only would she have meat to eat, but they could breed too.

Unfortunately, her space couldn’t store live animals. The manor could, but she could only stay there for an hour a day.

Looks like her dream of raising livestock was doomed. She’d have to take care of all of them now and store the meat.

She pulled out an electric baton—something she’d found in a mall security office ages ago, never expecting it to come in handy here.

She strode forward and stunned several sheep nearby.

The rest of the herd sensed danger and scattered, so An Nan had to chase after them with the baton.

By now, Fortune had wolfed down his drumstick and, seeing what was happening, rushed over to help herd the sheep.

Little lamb skewers, where do you think you’re going!

The fleeing sheep were quickly herded back by Fortune, and An Nan moved fast, stunning them one by one.

The woman and dog made a great team, and before long, all the sheep were down.

Fortune, with his short snout, was already panting hard from all the excitement. An Nan quickly poured him some water and let him rest.

She herself pulled out a knife and went to each unconscious sheep, bleeding them one by one.

By the time she finished slaughtering all the sheep, the sky had already darkened. An Nan looked at the field of sheep—none of the meat had been processed yet.

She decided not to go back tonight. Instead, she’d camp on the mountain and take her time dealing with these hundreds of sheep.

She put all the sheep into her space, called Fortune, and left the now-ruined area behind.

After walking further up the mountain, she found another flat clearing. An Nan took out her camping gear and, following the instructions, managed to set up a tent.

She gathered some dry wood and built a campfire.

“Tonight, we’re having roast whole lamb!”

With that, she pulled out her tablet and found the cooking videos she’d downloaded earlier. Then she dragged a sheep out from her space and, following the tutorial, carefully skinned it.

She tossed the intact hide into her space, then set the prepared lamb on the fire to roast.

As it cooked, she brushed on oil and sprinkled seasonings.

The delicious aroma quickly filled the air, and Fortune ran circles around the fire in excitement.

Sister Nan! When’s dinner?

An Nan laughed at his impatient look. “You greedy little thing, it’ll take a while to cook!”

While the lamb was roasting, she took the chance to process the rest of the sheep. She kept all the hides—she could sell them later for sheepskin coats and blankets during the extreme cold.

Some of the lamb she stored whole, some she butchered into racks, legs, and spines.

The intestines, liver, tripe, and other offal she kept separately for making lamb offal soup in the future.

The busier An Nan got, the happier she felt. With so much lamb, she could throw a whole lamb feast anytime she wanted.

Plus, with all the lamb she’d stockpiled before the apocalypse, she’d never run out for the rest of her life.

“Awoo! Awoo!”

Suddenly, Fortune barked at her. An Nan turned to see him stamping his feet and staring at the fire.

She laughed. “Alright, alright, I see how greedy you are! Dinner’s ready!”

The delicious aroma wafted everywhere…"