Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Big camphor tree base.

At Blizzard, everyone is doing something different.

Buffer city wall.

Chen Dingtian, Sun Ji and others were patrolling around the wall. The mobile gates on the wall had been frozen solid, and were covered with a layer of ice spikes and hanging.

The buffer city of the headquarters of the Dazhangshu base is 38 meters high, and now the snow outside the wall has reached a height of meters.

The first layer of mobile gates were all covered with snow.

Inside the wall.

Bulldozers and snowplows were shoveling snow with black exhaust coming out of their tails.

Buffer the commercial area in the city.

The bathhouse was noisy and bustling, with patrol officers who had just finished their shift chatting in the steamy mist.

There are still people hanging out in the entertainment city.

Night is the busiest time in the entertainment city.

In the second outer city.

The scientific researchers in the machinery maintenance factory are still busy with the tasks at hand.

At the Zombie Research Institute, Xiaolan was standing by the experimental table waiting for the test results.

At the Natural Disaster Research Institute opposite, Song Zhihong sat by the window, looking at the flying snowflakes outside with an expression of doubt on his face.

The weather in the end times cannot be inferred according to past scientific logic.

He was thinking that the root of all this came from the meteorite from outer space, and that small piece of meteorite in the northwest base alone could not cause such a big change.

It must be a huge meteorite that fell somewhere to cause such a strange natural disaster.

He studied the direction of monsoon ocean currents and the various natural disasters that had occurred in recent years, and reversely deduced where the huge meteorite might appear.

The first outer city.

Administration Building.

He Chao picked up the intercom, frowned and asked:

"The heating pipes have frozen and burst again? What caused that section of pipe to freeze and burst?"

There came a reply.

"The gate was closed, causing ice to condense and the water pipes to burst, not the heating pipes."

"Who closed the gate?"

"Someone made a mistake during an inspection. Now the water supply to the commercial area of ​​Buffer City has been suspended. I am sending someone to repair it."

"I'll come over."

He Chao put the walkie-talkie into his arms, walked to the door and put on his hat.

He muttered, "I never have a day to rest, and I always have trouble with you!"

The fourth outer city.

In the greenhouse.

Anya is taking samples to check the growth of crops in greenhouse B4-35.

In the large camphor tree base, crops are planted in the inner city, outer city, and buffer city.

In order to mark these planting areas, they set all the planting points in the inner city as A.

Behind the horizontal bar is the greenhouse number.

The outer city is B, the first outer city is B1, the second outer city is B2, and the third outer city is B3
As for the buffer city, it starts with C.

There are some special planting spots, such as underground plantations, which are indicated by the special symbol #.

The top of a mountain not far from the B4-35 greenhouse.

In the Sanqing Palace.

Heating pipes are also connected here. At first, Qingxiao and the others said that it was not necessary to install it. After all, a lot of pipes would be needed to install it from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

But later, because Mr. Tiger lived here, they had to accept the installation of this heater.

After the installation, Qingxiao said more than once that it was a good thing that the heater was installed, otherwise he really didn’t know how he would survive such cold weather.

Really fragrant.

Today, Sanqing Palace is a special place in the big camphor tree base.

The large camphor tree base keeps them, and some people in the base will go up to burn incense when there are no natural disasters and the weather is good.

inner city.

Under the protection of three walls, the wind in the inner city is relatively small.

In particular, the inner city wall is more than 70 meters high, blocking the strong winds outside.

Near the inner city wall, the wind is extremely weak.

Villa area.

Next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Li Yu sat on a futon, quietly watching the flying snow outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window is a bamboo forest.

The bamboo poles are yellow and withered, buried under the snow.

The window glass in the villa area is all double-layered to provide sound insulation and warmth.

The sound of wind and snow outside was transmitted into the room and became a very small sound.

Li Yu emptied his mind and did nothing but look at the snow outside.

The snow fell to this extent that they had already done everything they should and shouldn't do.

I have tried my best.

The blizzard continued for another full week.

The thickness of snow on the ground reached fifteen meters.

The road at the big camphor tree base is still passable because there are people shoveling snow all the time.

The boiler factory burns coal for heating 24 hours a day.

At the same time, the water is heated to provide domestic water for the base.

The toilet water used by people, after being treated and settled, becomes fertilizer water and is infused into the greenhouses in the base to provide nutrients and water for the crops.

These days, the greenhouses in the large camphor tree base have not been affected, and the crops inside are still growing steadily.

The guards on the wall took turns.

They were no longer surprised by the snow piling up outside.

The benefits of a high wall now became apparent.

The wall is 23 meters high, and even now, there is still a distance of meters from the ground to the top of the wall.

Including the buttresses, it is 24 meters high.

Outside the wall, there was dead silence.

They hadn't seen a single living creature in so many days.

On the contrary, some birds often fly to the buildings at the camphor tree base to avoid the cold.

Some birds even build their nests under the eaves of residential buildings in the inner city.

These birds are also smart, and some of them are often caught in the buffer city, their feathers plucked and roasted for food.

But in the inner city, since the residents there have abundant supplies and are not short of a little meat from a bird, many birds survive in the inner city.

The big camphor tree in the center of the camphor tree base.

The tree trunk is tightly wrapped with several layers of thick cloth to keep it warm.

There was a heavy snowstorm for more than a month, and the temperature reached an extremely low temperature of minus seventy degrees Celsius.

This big camphor tree is the symbol of the camphor tree base, and they try their best to keep it alive.

Oil City.

In the conference room.

Uncle San rubbed his brows and said to Zhong Chuchu:
“How come last week’s food consumption was so high?”

Zhong Chuchu looked at Lao Huang, who quickly stood up and explained:

"Minister, the weather is getting colder now. Some survivors are worried that our food supply will not be able to keep up, so they have begun to convert their points into food."

"This can't go on like this!"

Uncle San put down his hand and said to everyone seriously:

"If they really exchange all their points for food, we will become passive!"

"Does anyone have any good ideas?"

Li Zhengping stood up and said:
"If it really doesn't work, we will limit the amount of food each person can buy every day."

When he said this, everyone had different expressions.

Uncle San sighed and said:

"Sit down."

This is obviously not feasible.

The more this is a moment of crisis of trust, the more we cannot let the survivors feel that there is not enough food in Oil City.

Besides, there is actually enough food now.

Based on normal consumption, it can last at least four and a half months.

If, as Li Zhengping said, each person is limited in the amount they can buy, then that would be exactly what everyone is suspecting.

Does it really seem that the food reserves in Oil City are insufficient?

"Old Huang, what do you have in mind?" Uncle San looked at Old Huang.

Old Huang coughed and said:
"Cough cough."

"Minister, I think we should not do anything. Since they are saying that we can't supply food, then we should continue to supply it. When they keep buying and find that they can always buy food, the lies will naturally be exposed."

"If they buy so many tortillas in advance, they will definitely not taste as good as fresh ones after a week or so. As long as they can buy fresh tortillas steadily, they will naturally not buy them in advance and store them." Uncle San thought for a moment and felt that what Lao Huang said made sense.

He nodded and said, "Okay, let's do this. Send a few more people to store No. 2 and have them work hard to make tortillas."

"We sell as much as those people outside want."

"Try it for a week first, and if it doesn't work, think of other ways."

"Yes." Old Huang sat down.

"What's the situation with the collapsed car shed at the trade fair?" Uncle San asked casually.

Ding Meng stood up and reported:

"It was repaired and reinforced yesterday."

"The two injured staff members are no longer in danger of death after rescue."

"Yeah." Uncle San leaned back in his chair.

Pointed at Lao Luo.

"Lao Luo, let's move on to the next topic."

One day later.

Trade fair commercial district.

Shop No. 2.

Zhang Meng from the Feilun Gang lined up here early.

"Give me 100 tortillas." Zhang Meng said to the staff inside the window.

"Okay, wait a moment." The staff inside replied.

In less than a minute, the staff packed 100 tortillas and handed them to Zhang Meng.

And 25 points were deducted from Zhang Meng's team number plate.

Zhang Meng was stunned for a few seconds. Their team came to buy 100 tortillas every day recently and they were able to get them every time.

He began to doubt whether the rumors were true.

Their team consists of only about twenty people, and they currently consume no more than twenty tortillas a day.

I have now stockpiled more than 300 tortillas.

He held the tortilla, but he wasn't as happy as he had imagined.

"Give me 1200 tortillas!" A man's voice suddenly came from behind.

His words instantly caught Zhang Meng's attention, and he quickly turned his head to look.

Zhang Meng knew this person, he was from another team, his name was Zhu Yun.

The team is about the same size as him.

He calculated in his mind that 1200 tickets would require about 300 points.

This is a huge amount of money.

It is very likely that this is all the points their team has.

When the people queuing around heard someone asking for 1200 tortillas, they immediately paid attention.

All eyes were focused on Zhu Yu.

"Is he crazy?"

"Impossible. How could they be crazy to come up with 300 points? There is only one truth. They may have heard some rumors or some news that the food in Oil City is really running out, so they want to buy it up!"

"No way! I've seen a convoy transporting food before. There are so many truckloads of food, how can they be eaten up?"

"Don't you see how many people are there in the trading market?"

Another person said, "In that case, I'd better buy more later. If I can't buy food with my points later, then my points will be useless."

"I was going to buy 10 tortillas, but I'll buy more later, 30."

"Don't worry, let's see if that guy can buy all those tortillas. I think there's a good chance he won't sell that many tortillas to him."

"have a look."

Amid the discussions, Zhu Yu looked at the staff inside with some trepidation.

Their boss heard from others that there was not much food left in Oil City, so he decided to exchange all his points for tortillas. After all, tortillas can be stored for more than two months.

It's so cold, it can be kept longer.

The only difference is that the taste is not that good and it becomes as hard as stone.

In fact, the boss was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get so many tortillas, so he sent four people to help him.

Inside the window.

When the staff heard that Zhu Yu wanted 1200 tortillas, they looked a little surprised.

But things soon returned to normal.

"Okay, I'll prepare it for you, but it will take a while."

After saying that, he shouted to the back: "There are not enough tortillas, hurry up!"

Zhu Yu was standing outside the window, and was a little confused when he heard that he could get 1200 tortillas.

Really, I can buy so much.

There was also a commotion around.

"Holy crap, can I really buy so much?"

"There's no shortage of food in Oil City, right? Otherwise, why would they be willing to sell 1200 tortillas? Such a large quantity of food."

"Forget it, I won't buy that much. If I buy too much, I won't be able to finish it in a short time."

“I think I should buy more.”

five minutes later.

The staff packed 1200 tortillas into bags and handed them to Zhu Yu.

"Please count yourselves. There are 1200 tortillas in total, and the total consumption is 300 points. The balance of your number plate points is 1.2. Here are your receipts and number plates."

Zhu Yu quickly asked the team members behind him to count.

After a quick count, there were indeed 1200 tortillas.

When Zhu Yu heard that he could be given 1200 tortillas, his face changed.

At this time, there are only 1.2 points left on the number card, and 1200 tortillas are in front of you.

His face turned even worse.

It's so easy to buy.

This shows that there is no shortage of food in the fucking Oil City.

They used all their points to buy tortillas, which meant they would have to eat expired tortillas every day for the next few months.

The bad taste is one thing, but the key is that it is too hard and can easily cause your teeth to break.

Moreover, there are only 1.2 points left in the number, so they can hardly buy anything afterwards.

Damn it.

He felt a little regretful.

But once the deal is done, you can’t regret it.

On the contrary, his teammates beside him said excitedly after seeing the tortillas in their hands:
"Brother Zhu Yu, we have completed the boss's mission."

"Yes, with these tortillas, we won't be short of food for the next few months."

Zhu Yu's face was gloomy, and he whispered, "Let's go."

Zhang Meng, who was standing nearby, saw the whole scene from beginning to end.

He looked at the situation inside Shop No. 2 and found that there seemed to be seven or eight new staff members inside.

It was as if they knew in advance that these people would rush to buy tortillas in order to better meet their needs.

Confused, he returned to the dormitory building with the tortillas.

Once inside.

Then they were questioned by their boss, Ho Leung Wai.

"How's it going? Did you get the tortillas?"

“How many did you buy?”

The team member next to him said nervously:

"I heard from the people next door that it's hard for them to buy tortillas now. I feel like we need to increase our efforts to buy tortillas, otherwise we won't be able to buy them later."

"It's possible that the food in Oil City is almost gone. After all, there are so many people at the trading market, and the daily consumption is so high."

Zhang Meng poured all the tortillas in the bag onto the bed.

"I bought a hundred."

"Very good, let's buy another hundred tickets tomorrow." He Liangwei nodded and said.

Zhang Meng hesitated to speak.

Seeing him like this, He Liangwei asked:
"what happened?"

Zhang Meng said:

“I feel like the rumor about food shortage in Oil City is a rumor.”

"What do you mean?" He Liangwei asked.

Zhang Meng told them everything about what happened when Zhu Yu bought 2 tortillas at Shop No. 1200.

"I feel that Oil City should not be short of food. There are many places in the trading market where points are used. I don't think we should exchange all points for food." Zhang Meng expressed his thoughts truthfully.

After listening to this, He Liangwei fell into deep thought.

After a few minutes, he seemed to have made up his mind and said:

"Starting tomorrow, the number of tortillas we buy will be halved to 50 a day. If store No. 2 is still able to buy tortillas normally after five days, we won't buy any more and will finish the ones we have already."

"it is good."

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