Stocking up in space: surviving in a world of crisis

"The owner is back, everyone, take a look, the one sitting in the co-pilot seat is the owner."

Who knows who shouted, all the refugees from behind swarmed over, Ye Fu narrowed his eyes and looked at these people, some were carrying firewood, some were dragging their families.

"Owner, please take us in. I only eat one steamed bun a day, just give me a shelter from the wind and snow. I can work. I used to study architecture."

"Owner, I want to exchange materials, please don't close the exchange channel, we really have no way out."

It was also mixed with the cry of a child, faces baptized by suffering flashed in front of Ye Fu, and she clenched her fists.

"Driving back to the farm, you can't get out of the car." Jiang Rong honked the horn, and Officer Song and Wan Tao, who were guarding the door, opened the door with weapons.

"Owner, don't leave, we need to exchange supplies."

"Owner, we can work for free. Pity the poor child. The child has not eaten for several days. She is hungry. Owner, please don't do it, please."

The hoarse crying was isolated outside the gate of the farm, Ye Fu lowered her eyes and remained silent, no one knew what she was thinking.

All the branches cut today were unloaded and piled up in the shed. It was already dark, and the refugees outside the door were still unwilling to leave. A father and his daughter kept shouting, begging the farm to accept her daughter for only one meal. , the child clung to his father tightly, looking at everything around him in fear.

"Go and tell them that if you want to continue to exchange supplies, there will be no rough noodles in the future, only wheat bran and rice bran, and they will be changed every ten days."

"The weight of the exchanged wood remains the same?"

Ye Fu nodded, "No change."

"Will it be too harsh?"

"Those who think I'm harsh can leave." Ye Fu looked at everyone indifferently, "There is no savior in this world."

Back at the wooden house, Ye Fu entered the space and husked all the rice that had been harvested before. Jiang Rong used a flour mill to grind the chaff into powder. The chaff that was originally planned to be fed to the chickens will become exchange materials in the future.

The next day, before the material exchange channel opened, Ye Fu asked Qi Yuan and Fang Ming to grind all the wheat bran and rice bran into powder. People need to keep warm and cook, and they also need to exchange materials for fire.

There are thirty matches in a box, and one box can be exchanged for one hundred catties of wood.Keep the box of paper, the next time you exchange for matches, you only need [-] catties of wood.

Wan Tao said that Ye Fu's mouth was hard and his heart was soft, but Ye Fu refused to admit it.

"If you do what I do, you'll succeed."

Ye Fu sneered, "I'm not that fraternal."

"It's just your character. You are not fraternal, but you have a bottom line. You don't blindly save people, but you give people a chance. You replace the rough noodles with wheat bran, and you grind the wheat bran into powder. It seems ruthless but affectionate."

Wheat bran is the most hungry, a few bites can fill the stomach, and it can be exchanged for more people. Everyone will think that the farm is making a fortune, but looking at the overall situation, you know that this is the best way.

"There are not only dozens of refugees in Tongcheng, but hundreds of them. It is the most ridiculous thing for me to show kindness. As I said, there is no savior in this world, people can only save themselves."

Wan Tao smiled, "You have done enough, you are right, everyone must save themselves."

When exchanging supplies, many people came, everyone was very quiet, no one dared to make noise, and the ground wheat bran was a little rough, which looked no different from rough noodles.

As soon as the matchbox was released, everyone was very excited, "I want to exchange matches. I exchanged fire with the patrols before, so that I can collect three hundred catties of wood a month. The matches on the farm are much more cost-effective. Thirty can be used for a long time, and only one A hundred catties of wood."

In the extreme cold, besides food, the most important material is kindling.

"Don't throw away the matchbox. When you exchange supplies next time, everyone bring the matchbox here to replenish the phosphorous powder." As soon as Qi Yuan said this, someone immediately raised his hand to ask a question.

"Is it free?"

Qi Yuan nodded, "Phosphorus powder is free, but you can only replenish it twice. The second time you exchange for matches, you only need [-] catties of wood for thirty."

"It's great. With matches, we don't have to worry about the cold, and we don't have to freeze to death anymore. Moreover, the wheat bran given to us by the farm is well ground. I think it's a good deal."

"Wheat bran is so unpalatable, it has no nutrition at all, and so much wood is harvested, the farmer is really shameless, Huang Shiren should be reincarnated."

There were all kinds of voices in the crowd, but when they thought that the farm would only open the channel for exchanging materials once every ten days, everyone was afraid that it would not be their turn. Even if they had other thoughts in their hearts, their bodies still squeezed in desperately.

Ye Fu watched Fang Wei tease Xu Xu, and suddenly understood why Fang Wei wanted to keep this child. She must be thinking of his mother. Although Ye Fu couldn't understand it at the beginning, but now, she doesn't seem to have a thing for this child. The rejection started.

"Xuxu, ah, you are so good, you laugh when you see me, don't you like Auntie very much?"

"Ye Fu, Xuxu likes me very much." Fang Wei's face was full of joy.

"Fang Wei, since you like her, you can let her be your daughter."

Fang Wei shook his head, "I like Xuxu very much, but she has her own mother, I don't force this, as long as she grows up healthy."

"And my brother always thinks that we are raising her as a burden, so he doesn't talk to me these days."

"Your brother is also afraid that one day you will become like Lin Siran and lose the chance to escape for the sake of a child."

"I know my brother is good for me, but I like Xuxu very much. The fate between people is so wonderful." Fang Wei poked Xuxu's cheek, the little guy grinned silly, showing his toothless gums, looking Stay cute.

When Qi Yuan and the others closed the channel for exchanging materials and came back, Ye Fu went to check today's results, and the logs and branches were piled up into mountains.

"The quickest exchange is matches. I really didn't expect matches. No wonder so many people died of cold in Tongcheng. Many people have no fire, and they have to exchange supplies for fire. Someone said, go to the patrol to exchange fire. One Pay three hundred catties of wood per month."

Everyone was shocked, "These three patrol soldiers are quite good at doing business, and they are no different from bandits."

"Ye Fu, leave the match making to us."

Ye Fu nodded, "Okay, then let Fang Wei, Fang Ming, and Qi Yuan do it. Everyone is tired today, Aunt Cui, kill three chickens tonight."

Everyone applauded wildly, "The host is mighty, long live the host."

Qi Yuan came over with his radio and played the tapes. Everyone is very intoxicated and fascinated by the decadent music before the end of the world.

That world that can never go back will remain in everyone's memory forever.

Children born later may ask: What is that world like?

The answer is tens of thousands.

But that world has the last civilization, peace, order...
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