Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 2163 The Prosperous Age of Doomsday!

Lunar New Year's eve.

Clang, clang—

A train speeds across a vast field, where everything is withered and the earth is barren.

Yellow leaves and dust drifted in the sky.

As the train passed, the dust it kicked up struck the dead trees on both sides, making a crackling sound.

It seemed that apart from the people on this train, there was no other living creature in the entire world.

Loneliness.

The train stopped at station number 8.

Wang Shun, the person in charge of carriage number 50, had his subordinates unload the New Year's goods and the New Year's Eve dinner prepared for the stationed personnel.

"Wow! There are even lamb rolls! So many!" The personnel stationed at Point 8 were overjoyed when they saw the contents of the box.

"Haha, I can finally have a proper meal tonight."

"Brother Shun, have a smoke, you've worked hard."

Wang Shun would glance at his watch every now and then, and when it was almost time, he would order his men to quickly return to the train.

Half a minute after the train door closing alarm sounded, the train left Depot No. 8.

Each outpost has 20 stationed personnel. The camphor tree prepared 10 kilograms of mutton rolls for them, as well as fresh vegetables, such as spinach and Chinese cabbage, that were just picked from the greenhouse.

In addition, there are 10 jin of dried noodles produced from the food factory.

The personnel stationed there usually eat using induction cookers or electric cookers.

When the train passes by, they often stop to replace the solid-state storage batteries.

Generally, a fully charged solid-state storage battery used in a field can last for one week.

They could actually use firewood, since there are dry branches and fallen leaves everywhere, making it very easy to gather firewood.

However, each station's buildings are very well sealed, with no windows at all, and ventilation relies entirely on a specialized ventilation system.

sunset.

An armored repair vehicle is traveling in the opposite direction of a train.

On the train, the station chief of the No. 8 outpost, sitting in the passenger seat, picked up his walkie-talkie and contacted the outpost after the train had passed:

"Old Duan, have you gotten everything?"

zizi——

A few seconds later, Duan Lin's voice came through the walkie-talkie:

"Stationmaster, we've got everything. Also, we can have a big meal tonight, hahaha. A whole ten pounds of lamb rolls, and lots of vegetables and noodles."

Station Master Xie smiled and said:

"Then let's have some baijiu tonight. I'll take out the few bottles of wine I've been saving."

"Wine? Where is it? I've never seen it before," Duan Lin asked, somewhat surprised.

According to regulations, staff members stationed at these locations are prohibited from drinking alcohol.

Beverages were not included in the supply list provided to them by the transport company.

Duan Lin couldn't figure out where the stationmaster got the wine from or where he hid it.

Station Chief Xie didn't tell Duan Lin where the wine was hidden because he knew the nature of Duan Lin and his gang.

He had to ask Wang Shun for help before he finally agreed to bring these three bottles of wine.

Ten minutes later.

After inspecting the track they were responsible for, the armored repair vehicles returned to Garrison Point 8.

"Stationmaster, you're finally back!"

"Stationmaster, where's your hidden liquor? We can't find it anywhere!"

Station Master Xie jumped off the vehicle and saw that his men had already set up a long table with lush green vegetables and slices of mutton rolls.

"The liquor is in the vehicle!" Station Chief Xie retrieved it from the trunk of the armored repair vehicle.

It was just three bottles of the most common sweet potato liquor.

But on this once-a-year day, it brings them a different kind of surprise.

"Wow wow wow!"

"It really is alcohol! Stationmaster, you're a god!"

"These bottles of sweet potato liquor look like they've been hidden away for years, stationmaster. You've hidden them very well!"

Hearing the happy faces of his men.

Xie Fei waved his hand:
"Let's boil water and scald the pot, then we'll cook hot pot!"

"Alright!" Duan Lin shouted, then opened the lid of the water tank and scooped a few spoonfuls of water into the two induction cookers on the table.

At the outpost, someone turned on the loudspeaker, which was playing past Spring Festival galas.

Although you can't see the images, you can feel the festive atmosphere before the apocalypse just by listening to them.

Xie Fei and several other subordinates who had just returned from patrolling outside took off their combat uniforms and unloaded their weapons.

By the time they returned to the long table, the electric kettle had already boiled the water.

The group sat around the long table on both sides.

Xie Fei sat at the very front of the long table, and everyone looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

Xie Fei looked at Duan Lin and gestured for him to pour drinks for everyone.

Since there are only three bottles, the total weight is only 3 jin (1.5 catties).

If it's divided among 20 people, each person won't even get 2 liang (100ml).

"Here, have half a glass first."

"Today is Lunar New Year's Eve. Ten years have passed since the apocalypse. Under the leadership of the big camphor tree, we are getting better and better."

I wish everyone a happy Lunar New Year's Eve!

Everyone raised their glasses and shouted in unison:

"Happy New Year's Eve!"

Xie Fei downed the liquor in one gulp. The liquor was initially mellow, but as the high concentration of the liquor entered his stomach, his breath was full of spiciness.

His stomach also became burning hot, and a burst of hot air shot out.

"Come on, let's eat!"

At the command, everyone picked up their chopsticks and placed the meat rolls into the boiling water to cook.

After cooking until soft and discolored, roll it in the chili sauce in the bowl and put it directly into your mouth.

The induction cooker was steaming hot, with white steam rising from it.

The voices of those sketch comedy actors, some familiar yet some unfamiliar, echoed in my ears.

"A rooster that lays eggs, a fighter jet among roosters, oh yeah!"

"Let's get another close-up from the side."

Xie Fei suddenly stood up halfway through the meal.

He patrolled the entire outpost with a flashlight; in his haste to come in, he had forgotten to check if the gate was properly closed.

Now let's go back and check, and make sure there are no problems.

He then ran to the outpost to check the situation.

The watchtower offers the best field of vision and can also be moved.

He opened the iron plate in the watchtower; it was already dark outside.

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the abandoned field ridges, where withered weeds filled the fields.

The night breeze blows, and the weeds sway in the wind. Under the moonlight, these weeds gently sway, as if they were the surface of the sea.

"It's so beautiful!"

Xie Fei sighed softly, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

He felt quite fortunate to be able to live like this in this apocalyptic world.

After expressing his feelings, he closed the watchtower, checked it thoroughly, and then went downstairs.

Under the lights, the brothers were eating hotpot and chatting, with the background sounds of a pre-apocalyptic Spring Festival Gala playing in the background.

It's fun.

"so good."

the other side.

The train arrived in the oil city around 6 p.m.

This train was loaded with grain and other supplies transported from Dazhangshu. The train entered the Oil City-Edge City station.

Train driver Wei Chuan waited for half an hour before getting off the train.

The train on the newly opened Dazhangshu-Oil City route runs once a day.

The first trip started at 8:00 AM, with Dazhangshu as the starting point, and arrived at the oil city at 6:00 PM, ten hours later.

Around 8 p.m., the oil city served as the starting point, and ten hours later, at 6 a.m., it arrived at the headquarters base in Dazhangshu.

Train driver Wei Chuan has been working the day shift recently, according to the schedule.

He had already settled down in the oil city, so after get off work he headed straight for the trading market.

He was riding an electric bus that took him directly from the edge of the city to the trading market, carrying a box of welfare supplies he had just received.

Looking out the window at the hurried residents, I felt a sense of anticipation for seeing my family soon.

Night falls.

Oil City.

A trading market and a cultural square for residents.

A huge electronic screen was playing clips from previous years' Spring Festival Galas.

Many residents arrived early to reserve spots, sitting on the ground and watching the electronic screen.

Some of the residents brought food and sat on the ground in small groups, chatting and watching comedy sketches, occasionally bursting into laughter.

"Engineer Dong, come here."

"Don't you dare stand up, you're blocking our view."

"Sorry, sorry."

"Nannan, let me tell you, before the apocalypse, we would all gather together on New Year's Eve, eat New Year's Eve dinner together, and then watch the Spring Festival Gala together. Look, this is an old skit."

A little girl with pigtails, who looked only five or six years old, asked with a bewildered look in her eyes, "Did you eat cornbread before?"

After a moment of silence, the man said, "Yes, but not very often."

The little girl asked again, "So what did you eat before?"

The man smiled and replied, "Noodles, rice, and I can cook a few dishes."

The little girl held the corn tortilla in her hand and nodded: "Oh."

The man patted her head and said, "Things will get better and better from now on."

He looked up at the flashing lights in the sky—the lights of the drones.

The oil city's publicity team borrowed drones from the military to film the night of Lunar New Year's Eve.

Tens of thousands of people gathered in the residents' cultural square, creating a lively atmosphere.

These lively videos can be used to promote the Great Camphor Tree in the future, attracting survivors and also playing them for newly joined survivors, letting them experience the grandeur and prosperity of the Great Camphor Tree.

The commercial district of the oil city is even more bustling.

The lights were on, and the crowds were like a tide, shoulder to shoulder.

Everywhere you look, there are people.

From above, one can see a large commercial area bathed in lights.

The scene at this moment is completely unlike anything that should appear in the apocalypse.

The prosperous world under the apocalypse is full of life and a vibrant upward force.

In the commercial district, many businesses have taken the opportunity to launch New Year's Eve dinner packages.

Over the past six months, many scavengers have accumulated a lot of points, and they no longer want to eat cornbread. So, those who have points will make reservations for their New Year's Eve dinner in advance on this night.

Let's have a lively and fun meal.

Helexuan has three floors.

Four or five tables of guests were seated on the open-air balcony.

These people were drinking and eating, bragging and talking nonsense, their faces flushed red from drinking.

"Brother Killer Heart, this cup is for you. I, Gu Jia, have nothing to say. Following you was the best decision I ever made in my life. I won't say anything more; it's all in the wine."

Gu Jia drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

Even with murderous intent, he didn't spill any wine and downed the entire glass in one gulp.

This period was also the happiest time of his life. Although life before the apocalypse was stable, he always felt that it lacked a bit of passion.

But in this apocalyptic world, he was able to gather a group of brothers and drive out to collect supplies.

Fight zombies together, transport supplies together, and enjoy the joy of discovering valuable resources together.

You can also take a bath and get a massage together, and go up to the second floor together.

They shared life and death, and lived a life of joy and sorrow.

They can still sit together, drink heavily, and eat large chunks of meat.

This was the life he had always dreamed of.

That was fucking awesome!

Sha Xin poured himself a full glass of wine and looked at his men.

These are the brothers who have gone on countless adventures with him and whom he can entrust his back to!

"Brothers, I also want to thank you. Without you, I wouldn't be here!"

"Thank you for your trust. Let's drink to this and create even greater achievements in the new year!"

"Done!"

"Follow the big brother and you'll live the high life!"

"Brother, you're awesome!"

The brothers roared and drank all the wine in their glasses.

Killing Heart was also somewhat excited from drinking. He waved his hand and said to the second brother:

"Second brother, go get three more bottles of wine. Let's drink to our hearts' content tonight, and we won't leave until we're drunk!"

"I've had a good drink. I'll take the guys to the bathhouse for the night later!"

"it is good!"

"Big brother is awesome!"

"Big brother, I love you!"

With a smile in his eyes, he thought, "It's finally the New Year, so I should splurge a little."

Otherwise, when will we ever spend the points we save up?
New Year's Eve is all about joy, and for that joy, they're willing to give up the points they've accumulated!

People like Sha Xin, who have been scavenging in the oil city for a long time.

They have a lot of points in their pockets.

They accumulated a lot of points early on, and then seized the opportunity to grow rapidly over the past six months.

They acquired six or seven large trucks, which greatly enhanced their transportation capacity, resulting in substantial benefits.

As they grew, they ran out of manpower, so they started hiring temporary workers to help with driving, transportation, and moving, and then paid them wages.

The remaining points are all their profit.

The points they have are now enough for them to live a very comfortable life.

This is the benefit that the Big Camphor Tree policy brought them.

While these people were having a good time, the oil city patrol team was at its busiest.

Many people drink alcohol on New Year's Eve, and quite a few get drunk.

Moreover, most of the scavengers who had gone out on missions had returned, and the oil city was now overcrowded.

With more people, conflicts are more likely to arise.

Li Zhengping dared not relax and personally took charge to maintain order in the oil city.

He stood by the window of an office building in the business district and picked up the walkie-talkie to give instructions to his subordinates.

"Xie Feiyang, take a dozen or so people to the Water Dragon Club Bar. People there are prone to getting drunk and causing trouble."

"Also, send a group over to the basic food stores; there are too many people there."

"Bai Xiaofeng, what's the situation at the residents' cultural square?"

"Shen Yifan, we received a report of a fight in the residential buildings of the buffer city. Take some men and handle it. Those who should go to jail, go to jail; those who should be penalized, penalize them; those who should be killed, kill them!"

After making the arrangements, Li Zhengping went to the rooftop of the office building.

Overlooking the main street of the commercial district, the lights are as bright as day, and the crowds are bustling.

Behind this grand scene, however, there are people quietly maintaining it all.

"This is truly a golden age!"