Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Inside a land-based battleship.

Wei Chuan followed him in. Looking at the spacious and bright corridor, he could hardly believe that he was in a car and not in a house.

There were silver-white steel doors on both sides. He tried to push them open, but they wouldn't budge.

It's locked with a combination lock; I don't know what's inside.

His movement seemed to have caught the ant's attention, for the ant turned its head and solemnly reminded him:
"Don't touch anything in here, it's the vehicle's power system."

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry," he replied apologetically.

"Let's go," the ant said, gesturing for him to walk ahead. "If it's not necessary, don't come down to the second floor; just stay here."

"it is good."

After walking through a corridor that was over twenty meters long, they arrived at the second floor of the land battleship.

The second floor is larger than the first floor, since the main space on the first floor is used to house the zombie generator and solid-state battery, so the space is not very large.

The second floor is over 200 square meters. Although a small portion of it is warehouse space, the remaining 100 square meters still looks quite large at first glance.

Wei Chuan looked at the interior decoration with surprise in his eyes.

Is this even a car anymore? Or is it a five-star hotel?
To ensure the comfort of the passengers, the military industrial department used the best materials and designed the vehicle with a very reasonable layout.

The rest area, combat control area, entertainment area, and dining area are clearly defined.

There were also twenty or thirty combat team members on the vehicle, some of whom were eating in the dining area and looking at him curiously.

The newly arrived commandos put his belongings in the warehouse and then changed their clothes.

Wei Chuan was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, extremely curious about everything inside the car.

When he arrived at the control area, he was even more attracted by the six huge electronic screens.

The six electronic screens have clearly defined functions. One of them displays the terrain ahead and can automatically generate a cross-sectional structural diagram.

There was also a route map. He saw that the starting point was the Weining Plateau where they were, and the destination was a certain place in Jiangxi Province.

The other display showed the road ahead. It was unclear what technology was used, but the road, which was shrouded in sea fog dozens of meters ahead, appeared on the screen almost like daytime, and in color.

As for the other two, they should be detectors or something similar; he didn't quite understand the last one.

"You wait here." The ant saw that the judge was busy, so it didn't disturb him.

"it is good."

The judge naturally saw the two ants, but he was still issuing orders:
"Nuts, notify the two transport trucks behind to prepare to depart."

"Xiao Zhi, Xiao Zhi, return to the Big Camphor Tree Headquarters Base."

"Choose the second route for the return trip, with a speed of 15 kilometers per hour."

A female, mechanical voice came over the loudspeaker:

"Okay, vehicle starting."

"It is estimated that it will take 89 hours to reach the headquarters base in Dazhangshu."

The land battleship started up, but Wei Chuan, who was standing on it, only felt a slight pause, and then he didn't feel much more.

Because the vehicle is so large and moves so slowly, it is extremely stable.

Seeing that the judge had finished his work, the ant pointed to Wei Chuan beside him and said:

"Judge, I've brought the survivor from the mountain with me. His name is Wei Chuan."

The ant briefly explained Wei Chuan's situation to the judge.

As the judge listened, he glanced at Wei Chuan, who was standing next to the ant.

Wei Chuan was thin, but not like the typical thinness of a survivor who had wandered the streets. He was lean and wiry, and still looked quite energetic.

His clothes were somewhat tattered, but clean enough.

However, his hair was a bit messy, his beard was unshaven, and he looked somewhat颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, decadent, or dispirited).

Seeing his appearance, the judge could probably tell that Wei Chuan hadn't been particularly short of food over the years, otherwise he would definitely be emaciated.

And he seems to be quite disciplined; you can tell he has some muscle.

He must have gotten some exercise while he was at that energy storage center.

The judge asked a few simple questions and then gave a reminder:
“We can take you to our camphor tree base, but please don’t wander around on the way. We will be able to return to the base in five days at most.”

"Okay, sure." Wei Chuan quickly agreed.

The judge looked at the ant and said:
"Take him to the rest area and give him something to eat."

“Okay.” Ant tugged at Wei Chuan, signaling him to come with him.

Wei Chuan followed the ants to rest area number three.

Rest area number three has four bunk beds, which can sleep eight people.

The rest area is smaller than the student dormitory before the apocalypse, but it is reasonably designed. The beds are against the wall, and there are shelves on the wall to put items.

The ant pointed to an upper bunk and said:
"You can sleep on top of me. You can move freely in the rest area, entertainment area, and dining area of ​​this vehicle, but you can't go anywhere else."

As he spoke, he found a large camphor tree-themed guidebook for entering the city from under the bed.

He casually tossed it to Wei Chuan, saying, "Here, you can take a look at this and learn about our big camphor tree."

"Remember, don't touch anything on this vehicle, and don't run around," the ant warned.

"Thank you, I understand," Wei Chuan quickly replied.

The ant glanced at him, went outside, and when he returned, it tossed him a box of self-heating rice.

"Eat something, then take a shower."

"The showers are at the end of the rest area."

Wei Chuan took the self-heating rice, which had a logo of a large camphor tree printed on it, with the words "Produced by the Camphor Tree Base" written below.

He never imagined that camphor trees could produce such standardized products.

He only grows potatoes and corn on the mountain, and the last time he ate rice was many years ago.

He had eaten this self-heating rice before, so he knew how to make it.

The ant saw him eating, said a few words, and then left the rest area.

In the rest area, one of the commandos was sleeping.

Wei Chuan ate self-heating rice in the car, looking at the beds and lights in the rest area, and hearing some conversations coming from outside. All of this gave him a strong sense of unreality.

After finishing his meal, he took out a set of clothes from his backpack and took a hot shower.

He was somewhat amazed by the versatility and comfort of the land battleship, but what intrigued him most was that with such a large vehicle, its fuel consumption must be astonishing.

But even after careful consideration, it didn't seem right; he hadn't heard the engine at all.

Apart from the sounds of people talking, the bus was very quiet.

Because there were assault team members in every area of ​​the vehicle who were watching him from time to time, he didn't dare to move around or make any unnecessary movements.

However, he would occasionally chat with the assault team members for a few minutes, asking them questions about the forces of the Great Camphor Tree.

"What, you mean this car is electric?"

"Yes."

"This, how is this possible? Neither ternary lithium batteries nor lithium iron phosphate batteries can support the power supply for such a large vehicle!" Wei Chuan was, after all, an engineer of power systems and had a certain understanding of batteries.

"Solid-state batteries, this is the fourth generation."

Old Qin injured his arm when he was in Ailao Mountain in Yunnan Province, so he rested in the rest area.

Bored in the car, I chatted with this survivor who had been living alone in the apocalypse for many years.

Whenever he saw the shock in Wei Chuan's eyes, he always felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Solid-state batteries!" Wei Chuan exclaimed in shock. "This technology existed before the apocalypse, but it wasn't mature. You've already mass-produced them?"

"Yeah, is it that strange?" Old Qin said casually, as if he were talking about something that was not surprising.

Wei Chuan remained silent for a long time, then asked:
"Even solid-state batteries can't support such a long battery life, right? You just said you went to Sanya first, and then to Yunnan Province, which is over 10,000 kilometers."

"This involves zombie generators. The bottom of our vehicle is full of zombie generators, which can generate electricity continuously." Old Qin didn't mince words and told him directly.

After all, zombie generators have been around for many years, and in the early days, they were still a secret.

But after so many years, many people in the camphor tree faction know about this, so it's no longer a secret.

Wei Chuan clicked his tongue in amazement at the "zombie generator," saying, "It's truly a brilliant idea; there's even a way to do it like this."

"By the way, what is this 'Di element' that you guys were talking about before?" Old Qin frowned when Di element was mentioned; this was something he couldn't say.

He immediately changed the subject, saying:

"Now that we've cracked the zombie antidote and zombie vaccine, you don't have to worry about turning into a zombie if you get bitten by one."

The zombie vaccine has passed Phase IV clinical trials and is now in mass production in Dazhangshu. The first batch of volunteers has already received their injections.

As time progresses, the second and third batches, and eventually the entire population, will be vaccinated.

"what?"

For Wei Chuan, the matter of the zombie cure was like another nuclear bomb being dropped into his mind.

"You've actually developed a zombie cure!"

"Yes, that's right." Old Qin nodded with a smile.

As he spoke, his expression darkened slightly, "But..."

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

Since it involved mutated plants, he couldn't say anything.

"Just what?" Wei Chuan asked, his face full of curiosity as he saw him stop halfway through his sentence.

"But all we can see now are mutated zombies," Old Qin sighed.
"The mutated zombies nowadays are very powerful. If you fall into a horde of zombies, they will tear you apart in seconds, without even giving you a chance to get the antidote."

Wei Chuan didn't see many zombies on the mountain, which was in a remote area.

Moreover, aside from repairing wind turbines, he almost never leaves the energy storage center.

There were hardly any zombies we saw, let alone mutated zombies.

When Lao Qin told him about the existence of zombie sea monsters that were over ten meters tall, or even Vajra zombies and zombie mothers, he could hardly believe it.

Time passed second by second.

They are getting closer and closer to the headquarters base in Dazhangshu.

Oil City.

Trading market.

Grade B housing area, Zone 4.

Zhao Chen hummed a little tune, carrying food and a bottle of water, and swayed back to his dormitory.

"Hey, Old Zhao's back."

"Old Zhao, what delicious food did you bring? Let me try some."

Inside the dormitory, his other roommates joked with him.

Zhao Chen ignored them, placed the food on the table, and as usual picked up a small water bottle from under the bed.

He went to the window, intending to water his kumquat bonsai.

Unexpectedly, the potted plant that originally had six kumquats now only has three left.

Boom!
He abruptly put down the small water bottle and questioned his roommates behind him:

"Damn it, who picked my kumquats, you bastard!"

The roommates looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I didn't pick them. There were only six kumquats. What's so delicious about them?"

"Yes, please don't wrong us."

"Who cares about your few kumquats? They're not even ripe yet."

"We're all former scavengers, we've all saved up some money and aren't short of points, so who's going to pick your kumquats?"

"Old Zhao, why don't you take a look at the table?" an old man said, pointing to the table under the window.

Everyone looked up at the table, including Zhao Chen.

On the table are three shriveled kumquats.

Zhao Chen frowned and picked up the three kumquats, which were all wrinkled and crumpled.

"Did I not water it enough?"

He broke the kumquat open, and it was hollow inside.

A roommate leaned over and mocked:
“Hey Lao Zhao, you said you were very experienced in growing potted plants, but look at your kumquat tree, the leaves have black spots, it must be sick.”

Zhao Chen looked at the leaves on the kumquat tree. He had actually noticed the brownish-red spot several days ago, but he hadn't paid much attention to it.

Now look closely, and you'll see that there are even golden halos on these dark brown spots.

"Is he really sick?"

He was completely baffled, because before the apocalypse he especially loved growing potted plants and had a lot of fruit trees at home, like these kumquats, which he had grown many of before.

But I've never encountered this situation before.

He examined the remaining three kumquats hanging on the branch closely; they also seemed somewhat shriveled.
"Damn it, they were almost ripe, and now they're all ruined."

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Forget it. Fruits in Oil City aren't as expensive as they used to be. You can buy a fresh peach with just a few points. Why bother growing your own?"

"Yes, so that if they die, people won't say we're the ones who caused the trouble."

Zhao Chen has been taking care of this kumquat tree for more than three months, spraying it with water every few days.

Can.
"Damn it, I'll go find that shop and ask about it later." Zhao Chen picked up the water bottle and sprayed water twice.

Then I sat on the bed and ate.

After finishing his meal, he carried the potted plant out of the dormitory.

He bought this potted kumquat at the plant market in the trading fair.

Where there is demand, there is a market. After solving their basic needs for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, residents of the oil city began to consider their personalized hobbies and interests.

Some people who had run flower and plant shops before the apocalypse tried opening similar shops after arriving in the oil city.

Some of them purchase seeds and plants from the official sources, cultivate them, and then sell them.

Some also source their goods directly from the official suppliers.

Sometimes, the seedlings cultivated by the Ministry of Agriculture in the oil city have a small surplus, as the greenhouses cannot accommodate them all. The surplus is then sold at the trading market.

Or, if a particular greenhouse needs to change its planting varieties, then this batch of plants will be disposed of.

It would be a waste to just unplug and destroy it.

Selling to these merchants to earn points is a good way to earn points and avoid waste.

These vendors, after packaging and processing the plants, sell them to ordinary residents, who can then purchase greenery to decorate their dorm rooms and make them more vibrant.

Three birds with one stone.

On the bus.

Zhao Chen was holding a pot of kumquats, which looked very strange, and many people around him were staring at him.

But he's thick-skinned and doesn't care at all.

After the bus arrived at the market stop, he walked 300 meters, passing through three blocks.

We finally arrived at the entrance of the [Premium Green Plant Market] shop.

But when he arrived at the shop, he was surprised to find that the area outside was crowded with customers holding potted plants.

Inside the shop, the owner, Lao Sun, was being questioned by several people. Lao Sun looked helpless, as if he was trying to explain something.

"Dude, did you buy your kumquat tree here too?" a voice rang out from the side.

Zhao Chen turned his head and saw a young man holding a potted strawberry plant, looking at him.

"Yeah, damn it, it was almost ripe, but it got sick. Could yours be the same?"

Before Zhao Chen could finish speaking, he noticed that the leaves of the potted plant in the young man's hand also had brownish-red spots with a golden ring in the middle.

There wasn't a single strawberry on it.

"Yes, that heartless boss actually sold us defective potted plants!" the young man said indignantly.

(End of this chapter)