Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Chapter 2164 Chinese New Year!

The construction site of the train tracks from the oil city to Oriental Paradise.

All operations have been suspended.

The dumplings, made at the headquarters, were transported to the construction site in the evening by several dedicated refrigerated trucks.

These refrigerated trucks were specially transferred from the transportation brigade and were originally used to transport frozen meat from the Northwest to the oil city and headquarters base.

This time, they were temporarily transferred here so that the workers who were still busy at the construction site could have dumplings.

On the construction site, countless large pots were set up, with firewood burning beneath them.

Instead of using induction cookers, they used firewood to cook food at these railway track construction sites.

One reason is that the train tracks are constantly being built, and there are simply too many workers here.

Secondly, firewood is readily available everywhere, making steaming and cooking food convenient and simple.

The water in the pot was boiling hot, emitting white steam.

Beside the large pot, a cook wearing an apron held a huge iron ladle and threw frozen dumplings from a basin into the boiling water.

The workers pushed forward one by one, so many of them that they interfered with his work.

So he said to Xiaoming, who was specifically there to help him, "Tell them to line up properly and not to run this way."

"Okay, Master Zheng."

Xiao Ming pushed the workers away, saying, "Don't crowd over here, line up properly!"

"There are enough dumplings for you, don't rush!"

These workers usually eat cornbread and a pot of egg and vegetable soup.

Having not eaten meat for a long time, my stomach is practically empty.

The aroma of cabbage and pork dumplings was gradually becoming stronger, and everyone's mouths were watering.

"How much longer? I'm starving!"

"Yes, it's already so late. The other engineering teams are already eating dumplings."

After hearing their complaints, Xiaoming shouted:

"It'll be quick, so don't argue. The more anxious you are, the more chaotic things will become, and the longer you'll have to wait."

At his shout, the workers stopped arguing and obediently lined up.

Soon, the first batch of dumplings was cooked.

"Xiaoming, get them some dumplings."

"okay!"

Two pots were cooking at the same time. One pot of dumplings had just been cooked and scooped out when the dumplings in the other pot were almost done.

Taking turns like this is quite efficient.

Each worker can receive thirty dumplings, a cornbread, and a bowl of dumpling soup.

The workers, in twos and threes, sat on the sleepers beside the tracks, carrying dumplings, eating the steaming dumplings, and then taking a sip of hot soup, feeling a sense of happiness welling up inside them.

A man with a face covered in dust and a towel around his neck.

Holding a huge rice bowl, he walked over to the big pot with a smile.

Xiao Ming counted out thirty dumplings and poured them into his rice bowl, then ladled a spoonful of hot soup for him.

"The tortillas are over there, take one yourself."

"Okay." The middle-aged man smiled and took a cornbread from the table next to him while carrying the dumplings.

Although these corn tortillas taste good, you can easily get tired of eating them every day.

Today's dumplings have significantly improved their meals.

The middle-aged man, carrying a rice bowl in one hand and a cornbread in the other, walked to his familiar coworker by the roadside.

He plopped down on his bottom.

"Coach Xu, your pants are ripped." Old Deng, a coworker sitting opposite him, looked up and laughed at the middle-aged man.

The reason he is called Coach Xu is because Xu Tian was a fitness coach before the end of the world.

Therefore, his coworkers jokingly call him Coach Xu.

Xu Tian looked down and saw that his pants had indeed been ripped open with a huge hole.

You can see the black underwear she's wearing underneath.

He smiled, not taking it to heart at all, "Perfect for cooling off!"

As he spoke, he picked up a stick of suitable size from the bushes behind him, wiped it on his clothes, and used it as chopsticks.

Pick up a dumpling and put it in your mouth.

The rich aroma of meat, mixed with the flavor of cabbage, created a sense of satisfaction that seemed to pierce his skull.

too delicious!

These people all eat quite quickly.

But this time he tried his best to control his eating speed, chewing each dumpling slowly.

They even closed their eyes to savor the taste of the dumplings.

A sip of hot soup every now and then is absolutely wonderful!
He finished all thirty dumplings in no time.

Before the apocalypse, thirty dumplings might have been a lot for people, and they might even have felt full after eating them.

But for these people who do manual labor on construction sites all year round, they only eat until they are about 40% full.

He broke the cornbread he had just received into pieces and put them into the dumpling soup.

The hot soup softened the cornbread, and he ate it with chopsticks.

He devoured the entire tortilla.

Finally, he finished the last of the soup, patted his stomach contentedly, and squinted his eyes.

So comfortable.

The other workers nearby had also finished eating and were sitting on the ground, rubbing their bellies and chatting.

Old Deng, who had just pointed out his ripped pants, remarked with emotion:

"It's been so long, this meal is finally decent."

Xu Tian lay half-reclined on the sleepers, gazing at the starry sky, his hands behind his head:
"This is great, we get to eat dumplings too."

Upon hearing this, Old Deng laughed and said:

"That's true. Thinking back to when I was little, we could only eat dumplings during festivals. I never thought that I would be able to eat dumplings on New Year's Eve in this apocalypse. I'm quite lucky."

Xu Tian got up, looked at Old Deng, and asked:

"Old Deng, you seem to have a son, don't you?"

Old Deng nodded with a proud look on his face:

"Yes, he went to Oriental Paradise and then joined the reserve force."

Xu Tian gave a thumbs-up in praise:
"Reserve, huh? You're already a Level 4 personnel, right? If you get promoted, you'll jump straight to Level 3. Tsk tsk, then you can retire."

"Retirement? Haha! I can't bear to!" Old Deng said excitedly.
"You and I both joined the Dazhangshu-Oil City line and have been working on the Shidong line for a while now. Our points have increased quite a bit, and meals are provided here. You must have accumulated a lot of points in these eight months, right?"

Xu Tian scratched his head and said:
"I don't know. I didn't even check the numbers on my points card. I was planning to go to the oil city to spend some money, but Shandong Construction directly sent us here to work."

"My concern is, where will we go after the train tracks are built?"

"Hmm," Old Deng said after thinking for a moment, "There should be arrangements, after all, we are officially under the Railway Track Bureau of the Construction Department."

The two chatted back and forth.

Time passes slowly.

An hour of dining time passed.

The whistle sounded.

They have to get up and work again.

The machinery, which had just quieted down, roared again.

The Seokdong Line is of paramount importance to Oriental Land.

Not a moment's delay is allowed.

Shan Zimo originally wanted to give everyone a one-night break, but Ju Tianrui refused.

Currently, the construction site operates on a two-shift system, with 12 hours of work during the day and 12 hours at night.

If the night shift workers are given a night off, should the day shift workers also be given a day off? If they are also given a day off, then a whole day will be wasted.

Besides, they were already working in shifts.

The workers on the construction site worked tirelessly, even on New Year's Eve, to repair and reinforce the train tracks.

After the workers had finished eating, Ju Tianrui had his men cook some dumplings for him.

They ate together with Shan Zimo.

Ju Tianrui took out a jar of chili peppers from his bag and looked at Shan Zimo, asking:
"Shan Gong, do you want some of this?"

Shan Zimo laughed and said, "I'm from Sichuan, how could I not eat spicy food?"

“Okay.” Ju Tianrui handed over the bottle of chili peppers.

Shan Zimo didn't stand on ceremony and scooped out a large spoonful.

It was placed directly on top of the dumplings.

The dumpling wrappers are coated with red chili peppers, making them look very appetizing.

The two ate dumplings for a while.

Ju Tianrui suddenly said:
"Shandong, you've been working hard lately. I've been urging you to hurry up, and I've explained the reason to you before. This rail line is very important to Oriental Paradise. I hope you don't hold any grudges."

Shan Zimo shook his head and said:

"I see."

He raised his head and looked at Ju Tianrui with admiration in his eyes.

"I just didn't expect that someone of your current status would still be able to stay on the construction site and endure the elements with us, and that you would gain so much professional knowledge about train tracks in such a short time."

"I admire you for that."

Ju Tianrui waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.

"I just hope that the train tracks can be repaired as soon as possible, connecting the oil city and Oriental Paradise. Only then can I breathe a sigh of relief." "Okay, I will do my best!" Shan Zimo said confidently.

Ju Tianrui finished the remaining dumplings and drank the soup. Before he knew it, he had been at the construction site for more than half a month.

He wondered if he should go back to Oriental Paradise in a couple of days to check on the progress there.

Although he felt relatively at ease knowing that his old partner, Xie Changshan, was there at Oriental Paradise.

But having been away from Oriental Paradise for so long, it wouldn't hurt to go back and check on the progress.

New Year's Eve.

Each base was filled with a lively atmosphere.

This lively atmosphere deeply influenced many survivors who had recently joined the camphor tree faction.

In the North.

Official restaurant.

Several scavengers dressed in tattered clothes walked in.

The man at the head of the group glanced around the restaurant, which was full of seats.

He asked the waiter:
Do you have any seats left?

The male waiter picked up the communicator and asked the staff on the second and third floors:
"Xiaomin, are there any seats left on the second or third floor?"

"A seat for four people just left."

"it is good."

The waiter looked at the man and said:
"There's another table, but there are only four people. I'll add another chair for you, how about you squeeze in?"

"Okay, that works too." The man knew what day it was; if they were waiting for six seats, he didn't know how long the wait would be.

"Okay, third floor. Someone will greet you when you go up." The male waiter pointed to the end of the aisle in the middle.

"Go up from that side."

"OK, thanks."

The man, accompanied by four others, walked upstairs.

A short young man behind him asked with some concern:

"Brother, these dumplings are too expensive. How about we eat somewhere else?"

The others echoed this sentiment:

"Yes, brother, we'd like to eat dumplings too, but we've only been in the Northern Territory for less than two months, and we don't have many points yet."

The man said firmly:
"No, we have to eat dumplings during Chinese New Year."

"We didn't have the means to eat before, but now that we finally do, we absolutely have to eat!"

When the brothers heard what their eldest brother said, they stopped trying to persuade him.

Besides, these dumplings are really delicious.

Seeing the dumplings in the bowls of the other customers sitting in the shop, they were also extremely tempted.

It's been ten years.

These people haven't eaten dumplings in ten years.

This thing was a must-eat during the Lunar New Year before the apocalypse.

It's not like you've celebrated the New Year if you haven't eaten a single dumpling.

The group went up to the third floor, and the waitress Xiaomin came over and led them to an empty table.

Take out your notebook and ask:
"What do you want?"

The man said without hesitation:
"Dumplings! Five servings, please."

Xiaomin continued, "What else do you want?"

"That's all, that's all. Can you bring some dumpling soup?" the man asked.

"Sure, I can give you five bowls of dumpling soup for free." Xiaomin heard that they only wanted dumplings, so she didn't bother to write it down in her notebook.

She took out the card reader, looked at the man, and said:

"One serving of dumplings costs 20 points, and five servings of dumplings cost a total of 100 points."

The man already knew the price when he was at the door, so he wasn't surprised by it.

But when it came time to pay, he felt a pang of regret.

100 points.

This is enough to buy each of the brothers a new set of clothes.

but
Eating dumplings is a must during Chinese New Year!

He took out his points number card and handed it over.

Swipe card, enter payment password, print out receipt.

"Okay, please wait a moment, it will be delivered in about fifteen minutes." Xiaomin returned the points number card to him, and then turned to go about her business.

Fifteen minutes later.

The dumplings have arrived.

They were all as excited as if they were seeing dumplings for the first time.

Some people even burst into tears while looking at the dumplings.

The man glared at him and placed a bowl of dumplings directly in front of him.

"Ergou, why are you crying!"

Er Gouzi, with tears in his eyes, looked up at the man and said:

“Brother-in-law, I just wish my sister were still alive. A few years ago, on New Year’s Eve, she would always say that she wished she could eat a dumpling.”

Upon hearing these words, the man's hardened heart instantly softened.

His eyes instantly reddened, and he patted Er Gou's shoulder hard, choking back tears:

"I promised your sister I would help you live a good life, and this meal of dumplings is the beginning!"

"From now on, we will have a better and better life!"

Actually, the reason he wanted to eat dumplings was because of the influence of his deceased wife.

His wife contracted an illness two years ago due to a natural disaster and eventually died because there was no cure.

Before his death, his wife begged him to let him live a good life with their son, Er Gouzi.

And now, the dumplings are right in front of me.

When he put the first dumpling in his mouth, he couldn't swallow it.

She turned her head away and secretly wiped away her tears.

"Chunlan, I promised you I would live well, and now I think I've kept my promise!"

Choked.

He forced himself to swallow the dumpling that was stuck in his throat.

Headquarters Base of Dazhangshu.

Customs differ between the North and South. On New Year's Eve, people in the North eat dumplings, while people in the South mainly eat rice cakes and glutinous rice balls, which symbolize family reunion.

However, the headquarters base in Dazhangshu has people from both the north and the south.

Therefore, restaurants in the commercial area sell both dumplings and glutinous rice balls.

All staff members at level three and above will receive a New Year's welfare gift package,

You can also receive a voucher.

With this voucher, you can go to the official mini-supermarket in the commercial area and redeem 50 dumplings or glutinous rice balls.

They can take it home and steam it themselves.

You can also use the voucher to dine at any of the official restaurants in the commercial area.

On New Year's Eve, all the restaurants were packed, and there was no way to get a table.

So most people exchanged their money for dumplings and glutinous rice balls and cooked them in an electric cooker back in their dormitories.

In the outer city.

A collective New Year's Eve dinner was arranged for all Level 2 personnel on leave, as well as their families.

The New Year's Eve dinner consisted of nine dishes and one soup.

The level-two staff on duty can only have their meals delivered to them by others.

The New Year's Eve celebrations in the inner city are similar to those in previous years.

As usual, everyone sat around the large camphor tree in the center.

A stage was set up at the very front, and people were performing on it.

A buffet-style meal will be served offstage, allowing people in the inner city to take as much as they want without any limit.

Dozens of stir-fried dishes, whole roasted lamb, roasted suckling pig, desserts, and more than ten kinds of fruit.
There are also many kinds of alcohol, including baijiu (Chinese white liquor) produced from the big camphor tree, as well as beer and red wine.
The people from the inner city below the stage were all in high spirits and neatly dressed.

A smile spread across his face as he watched the performance on stage.

On the stage.

A singer who was quite famous before the apocalypse is now holding a microphone and singing the song that was popular all over the country.

If it weren't for the fact that the Inner City wanted to put on a show this time, he would never have been able to enter the Inner City in his entire life.

He was just a lowly Level 5 staff member, and the fact that he was able to perform in the inner city excited him for days!
now.

He looked at the inner city personnel below the stage; any one of them could easily crush him.

While feeling nervous, he looked at the delicious food.

He swallowed hard, then focused and continued singing.

I secretly said:

"I wish I were an inner-city resident."

"Damn it, I was bossed around by those powerful people even before the apocalypse, and now it's the apocalypse, why is it still like this?"

"I must climb up! I will climb up step by step!"