Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 1974 Let's live well
Oriental Paradise.

Miao Wei stared blankly at a radio station, a generator, and two barrels of diesel placed in front of him.

100 corn tortillas.

I didn't react for a while.

Pie in the sky?
Just now Chen Er told him what Yang Tianlong had instructed him to do.

Let Miao Wei be stationed in Oriental Paradise from now on, and he can also call all the survivors he knows to live there.

Through the radio station, they can communicate directly with Oil City.

The Oil City will give them some of the latest tasks released by the mission hall. They can collect surrounding supplies or complete corresponding tasks according to the tasks.

When the collection of materials reaches a certain amount, Oil City will send people to collect them and provide them with the resources they need, such as food and medicine.

According to Yang Tianlong and Li Yu’s idea, they will wait until there are more people in Oriental Paradise in the future.

Naturally, it became a survivor trading platform.

The current oil city possesses vast resources, and for ordinary survivors outside, they have abundant food and other supplies.

At that time, you only need to recruit a team of scavengers in the mission hall of the trading market, and you don’t even need to use the transport team. Let the scavenger team drive to Oriental Paradise to collect the supplies found by the survivors.

In this way, circulation is formed.

Before any team was officially dispatched to occupy Oriental Paradise.

This method of theirs not only allows them to utilize the survivors outside to help collect the supplies they need, but also fully utilizes the flexibility of the scavengers.

At the same time, for the survivors who stay in Oriental Paradise in the future, they will also be able to get the food and other things they want.

Kill three birds with one stone.

Most importantly, Oil City officials were able to accomplish all this with almost no investment in manpower or material resources.

"Brother, is this true?" Zhao Zhongshu, who was next to Miao Wei, swallowed and asked.

Sun Kui looked at the surrounding convoy cautiously. There were several fighters with real guns and live ammunition staring at them on the opposite side.

"Could it be a scam?"

"I'm going to trick you into exploding your brain!" Miao Wei came back to his senses from the huge surprise and rolled his eyes at Sun Kui.

"What can we ask them to do?"

"Nothing. Now Oil City's intentions are very clear. It seems that they don't have time to take care of this place for the time being, so they gave us this good opportunity."

He said with excitement:
“Oil City definitely exists, and they;

"They are so strong, I will definitely not suffer any loss if I follow them in the future."

Zhao Zhongshu next to him suddenly asked:

"Brother, didn't you say before that you were going to Oil City? Now you mean you're not going?"

When they were here just now, Miao Wei saw with his own eyes the power of the Oil City, so he remembered the propaganda slogan of the Oil City before, and then he came up with the idea of ​​going to the Oil City.

But before they set off, Chen Er gave them another option.

That is to stay in Oriental Paradise and help watch over it.

This choice is undoubtedly more attractive to Miao Wei and others.

Miao Wei glanced at Su Kui and explained angrily:
"You idiot!"

"Isn't it clear what Captain Chen just said?"

"According to what they said, with so many people in Oil City, our chances must be slim."

"But if we stay here, there are great potential and opportunities. As long as we perform well, the more Oil City invests in Oriental Paradise, the better off we will be, right?"

Tsk.

Zhao Zhongshu nodded in agreement: "Brother, what you said makes sense!"

They originally planned to stay in Oriental Paradise for a long time.

After all, this place is surrounded by walls and is far away from the city center. There are relatively few zombies around and it is relatively safe.

It’s just that they have relatively few personnel and basically no guarding capabilities.

So they usually hide in residential buildings when it gets dark, with doors and windows closed, for fear that the climbing zombies will come in.

After all, this South Paradise is so big that twenty or so people alone cannot guard the wall.

The wisest choice is to choose a relatively enclosed space inside to spend the night.

Most of the people in the caravan are scavengers.

This time, not only was the fuel provided to them, but they were also given food.

Food and oil included.

Several members of the militia brigade stood on a truck and distributed food to the scavengers.

The simplest tortillas were distributed, one tortilla or sweet potato tortilla per person.

Tortillas are hard currency in the apocalypse.

It is the most common food eaten by residents of the trading market, and is also the most common food among the dry food they carry when they go out.

First, this thing is cheap, and you can buy one for only 0.25 points.

Since the corn yield per acre is very large, at least over 1000 jin per acre, the planting cost is low, the yield is high, and the sales price points are naturally lower.

Second, corn tortillas and sweet potato cakes are very filling and can satisfy your hunger. They are also rich in nutrients and can be used as staple foods.

Third, it is easy to carry, and the flat sheet can be stuffed into the package.

Fourth, it is easy to store. After the corn tortillas are dried, they will gradually dry out and become hard over time. The shelf life can be up to one year. Some are air-dried without any moisture, and have a longer shelf life.

Fifth, there are various ways to eat it, whether it is eaten dry, roasted, or even soaked in water.

Based on the above characteristics, in most cases, people carry this kind of corn tortillas or sweet potato cakes when going out.

After Shaxin and others received their tortillas, they returned to the dump truck.

Then he opened the canned side dishes he brought with him.

This thing was also purchased at the trading market.

Eat it with corn tortillas and it's delicious.

After all, Shaxin and his exploration team are considered a wealthy family in the trading market. They have points in their hands, so they are naturally willing to spend more points on food.

Don't treat your stomach badly.

Sha Xin looked at Nan Dou who was still sleeping in the passenger seat, and anger rose in his heart.

Damn it, Nan Dou went to Tingfeng Tower last night and had a great time all night.

I felt sleepy while driving today, and the people behind me were filled with murderous intent, so Nan Dou slept the entire way.

Even when they arrived at Oriental Paradise, Nan Dou was still sleeping.

Even the tortillas needed his help to pick up.

Shaxin put the tortilla aside and slapped Nandou.

Snapped!
Nan Dou woke up instantly, opened his dazed eyes, looked left and right, and cautiously pulled out the dagger from his thigh.

"What? You want to fuck me?" Shaxin asked unhappily.

After taking a few seconds to recover, Nandou asked in confusion:
"Brother Sha, where are we now?"

"What do you think?" Sha Xin asked back.

Nan Dou shook his head, leaned out of the window to look at the night outside, it was already dark.

So he said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Brother Sha, I slept so deeply that I didn't even realize we were already in South Paradise."

"You've worked hard on the road, oh"

"Brother Sha, you even brought me some food. Brother Sha, you are so kind."

As he said this, he shamelessly picked up a tortilla and stuffed it into his mouth.

Murderous Heart was so angry that his eyebrows raised and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Fuck!
How shameless!
What a joke! Why did he join my team in the first place?

Fuck!

But looking at the long, centipede-like scar on Nan Dou's face.

The murderous anger suddenly subsided a lot.

This wound was caused when he was out collecting supplies and encountered a tide of zombies. In order to hold on, Nan Dou held up the car and bought time for Killing Xin.

However, while escaping, he was scratched by iron sheets from a scrapped vehicle and his face was disfigured.

They were so poor at that time that they had to grit their teeth to even afford the points needed to buy antibiotics and anti-inflammatory drugs.

No matter what, after going through so many hardships together, Shaxin already considered him a brother. A friend for life and death.

But why is it so infuriating now?

So Sha Xin said in a somewhat irritated tone:

"You will drive tomorrow. Next time I catch you going to Tingfeng Tower, I will beat you up."

Among the exploration team, Shaxin has the highest combat power.

He has always convinced people with reason.

"Ah? Brother!" Nan Dou stopped eating and said with a look of despair:
"I'll try to be more careful in the future and never delay anything, okay?"

"No."

Killing Heart said with absolute certainty:

"Anyway, you can't go to Tingfeng Tower for the next month. If you dare to go, I will beat you up."

Seeing such a determined attitude to kill, Nan Dou didn't dare to complain anymore.

Continue eating. I’m so tired and hungry today.

But the tortilla in my hand didn’t seem to smell good anymore.

In the convoy.

There is one team that is the most unique, it is basically composed of women.

This team of cars is the famous Undead Team in the trading market.

There were about fifty of them in total, and they owned nine cars. They were considered wealthy in the entire trading market.

This group of people is very special, they have no names, only numerical nicknames.

Number 1 is the leader, and if she dies, Number 2 will be the substitute.

A year later, the Undead Squad has been transformed and is no longer as difficult as before.

In fact, because they were brave and daring, they quickly seized the opportunity of the rise of the trading market and quickly grew and expanded their fleet.

These nine vehicles are all their property, and more than half of them have guns. These guns are not rented but purchased by them themselves at the official gun shop in the trade fair.

Most of the scavengers who participated in this mission did not bring guns, except for those who had enough points to buy their own guns.

Because they were reluctant to rent, they knew that there was an official guard team there, so they only had to be responsible for transportation and the guard team would naturally protect their safety.

The members of the Undead Squad, now that they had enough points, had a much better diet and were in much better condition.

But they still remained serious.

All the women who joined this team were once people with nowhere to go.

After receiving the tortillas, they did not go anywhere else, but went straight back to the car and ate the tortillas quietly.

In the car.

No. 1 was eating a tortilla as a beam of moonlight shone into the car.

No. 43, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked up and stared blankly at the moon outside the car window.

"No. 1, how long have you been a member of the Undead Corps?" No. 43 suddenly asked.

No. 1 heard this, turned his head and looked at No. 43, thought for a moment and said:
"Two years."

No. 43 looked at No. 1's face. It was a pretty face, but its beauty was ruined by a scar that looked like a centipede.

The former number 1 was also number 43.

But the person in front of her died, and she slowly moved to seat number 1.

The Undead Squad has a rule that when encountering the most dangerous situation, No. 1 will go up.

The last one to come up is No. 1.

But No. 1 has command.

In the past two months, they have been doing very well and the No. 1 position has not changed.

There weren't many deaths in the team.

Maybe it’s because the equipment is much better, or maybe it’s because they no longer go out on foot to search for supplies like they used to.

Although driving is also dangerous, at least you have the protection of the vehicle shell.

No. 43 suddenly said:
"Number 1, you have to be well."

No. 1 was stunned, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. Sometimes she really loved her team.

More than her own life.

I thought she survived because the dozens of No. 1s in front of her helped her bear the risk.

When she reached No. 1, she slowly took on this burden.

"Okay. Let's eat quickly, and then we can take a rest. We have to set off early tomorrow morning." No. 1 said gently.

“Hmm.” No. 43 bit the tortilla with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

In a corner of the convoy.

There is a small truck.

There were two stones next to the car, and a father and son were sitting on the stones.

The father was probably about fifty years old and the son was probably in his early twenties.

The two of them bathed in the moonlight, eating tortillas quietly, drinking some water from time to time to swallow the dry tortillas in their mouths.

The two did not speak to each other throughout the whole process, just ate tortillas calmly.

Suddenly, the young son spoke.

"dad."

"Huh?" The father stopped eating and looked at his son.

"how?"

The son asked, "I remember that grandpa's home is in Jiading, right?"

"Yes." The father nodded and replied.

"I want to go to my grandfather's house and take another look," said the son.

My father did not answer immediately, but after a full minute he replied:
"No, the team has rules. We cannot leave the team at will. It is very dangerous for us to leave the team."

The son had expected this answer from his father, so he was not too disappointed.

He just thought of the place where he grew up and wanted to go back and take a look.

After the apocalypse broke out, he still had time to see his grandparents.

He even watched his father kill his mother with his own eyes.

Because of this, he later hated his father.

He used to blame him, blaming him for killing his mother at any time.

But now he has long forgiven his father.

Because humans who have become zombies are no longer zombies.

And under the circumstances at that time, if they didn't kill the mother who had turned into a zombie, she would most likely bite them to death.

but
My father killed my mother, and he must have been very heartbroken.

The son sighed and said softly:
"That incident was not your fault. You had to do that at the time."

When his father heard him say this, he paused.

half an hour.

He let out a breath slowly.

For so many years, he still didn't know how to face his son.

But at this moment, when he heard his son say this, he felt inexplicably sad and moved.

It feels really good to be understood by others.

He patted his son on the shoulder and said, "I understand. Let's live well together. This is your mother's greatest wish."

There was a glimmer of tears in his eyes.

The son nodded vigorously: "Yeah, live well."

They live very hard, and now in the trading market, their lives are indeed getting better.

But my mother didn't wait for this good opportunity.

(Ask for monthly ticket)