All Those Years I Raised Zombies

(Third person in the text) I have a gay boxer who has been in love for many years and is 1.95 Meters tall and weighs 165. This is actually nothing, but the problem is that I am only 1.81 Meters tall and am a weak technician who studies plant cultivation. This is actually nothing, but the problem is that the end is coming. This is actually nothing, but the problem is that he has now become a zombie. QAQ #Today I am also thinking about the philosophical question of when my lover will eat myself # ## ## #Qaq# Then my lover raised his arm and bit himself. A certain zombie: What are you looking at! I bite myself when I'm hungry! Me: Oh, then I will continue farming. Unexpectedly, this is actually a zombie farming story about a plant planting technician and his zombie boxer boyfriend who rely on their strength to farm in the apocalypse. Intention: Farming is good and the whole family has enough to eat.