Wasteland scavenging, fat girl takes the sick and disabled family away

In the old lair, most of the people living in the same box moved out with Shi Yuebai.

Except for one oddball who doesn't like going out or interacting with anyone.

There is also Shi Chengyu, who is devoted to academic research and is working on the construction of the library.

Shi Chengyu became obsessed with collecting old books.

She wanted to print out all the ebooks on her USB drive.

They even found a complete set of printing and book-making equipment at Shi Yuebai's supply depot.

It was simply because the USB drive that Shi Yuebai received contained too many ebooks.

Even now, they've managed to raise a small printing team.

The ebooks inside haven't been fully produced yet.

Especially the e-books inside, many of which are incomplete.

In other words, the person who copied the ebooks didn't actually copy the entire ebooks.

Shi Chengyu had to spend even more time and energy.

In this difficult world, page by page, a complete book was compiled.

This is an extremely difficult task.

Especially now, only Shi Chengyu is doing this.

Among the survivors, none of them had the time or energy to waste themselves and burn themselves out.

Just to restore a book to its original state.

Moreover, Shi Chengyu's goal was to build an underground library.

She not only wanted to convert all the ebooks on the USB drive into paper books.

She continued to collect books from survivors outside the community.

Shi Yuebai followed Shi Chengyu away.

This person only needs to educate the children in the old lair school well.

She was happy to support Shi Chengyu.

They were also willing to give Shi Chengyu full freedom.

So Shi Chengyu and Guai Guai were left in the same character box.

When night fell, Wen Yanhui was preparing to go back to her tent to drink water and go to sleep.

She then noticed that there were tents set up all around her.

Wen Yanhui glanced around.

A half-person-high osmanthus tree, and a small patch of Panax notoginseng that has already grown.

The soil in front of Wen Yanhui's tent has been dried and hardened.

At least her feet no longer felt sticky and wet when they stepped on the mud.

Her neighbors were all people Wen Yanhui had never met before.

They were all fair-skinned and clean, and their clothes were brand new and clean.

Their tents were more professional than Wen Yanhui's.

There was even a man named Shi Yi who built a platform made of osmanthus wood under his own tent.

Wen Yanhui walked over curiously and asked:

"Did you apply waterproof paint to this wood?"

Shi turned around, glanced at Wen Yanhui, and nodded.

"Without applying waterproof paint, the wood will easily take root and sprout if it comes into direct contact with the ground."

The people in the old nest have far more experience in planting osmanthus and Panax notoginseng than those outside.

Wen Yanhui pursed her lips and observed carefully again.

She asked, "Are you from the same place as Yuebai?"

Her observational skills surpass those of the vast majority of people.

These people clearly share many of the same characteristics.

Apart from being equally clean and neatly dressed.

These people also possess a sense of ease that people in the wasteland lack.

It doesn't mean they acted carelessly or irresponsibly.

When it's time to get things done seriously, they still do things seriously.

When they needed to think things through, their expressions became serious. Yet, they never worried about food, clothing, or daily necessities.

What they were thinking about was how to make bigger plans.

It was only then that Wen Yanhui suddenly realized what was happening.

It turns out that the tent location that Shi Yuebai mentioned, which she exchanged for, was actually a very good location.

That's absolutely right.

It seems she's moved into a core group.

After Shi Yi finished building the platform, he started carving the wood next to it.

Wen Yanhui watched for a while.

She should be able to make the same osmanthus wood that he used.

She just didn't have the tools or waterproof paint.

But soon, Wen Yanhui's concerns disappeared.

The next day, Xu Xuejiao released a list.

Everyone can exchange their ginseng root for a small red flag.

The small red flag can be used to exchange for the supplies on the list.

This list drew discontent from some of the survivors in the trading area.

But they only harbored their discontent in their hearts, secretly grumbling to themselves where no one could see them.

They didn't dare to yell out loud.

After all, they did manage to get some food from Xuejiao after setting up their tent.

Some of them received five packs of cookies because they hadn't sworn at anyone.

These five packs of cookies will last them a long time.

The survivors in the wasteland had stomachs that had shrunk to a very small size due to prolonged hunger.

In addition, after they finished planting osmanthus and ginseng, they actually obtained a large bucket of pure water.

This thrilled everyone.

But what kind of reward is it to let them exchange 37 stalks for a small red flag?
Even if these little red flags can be used to purchase the supplies they need from the supply list.

They also felt there were some difficulties.

It would be better to give them something tangible, like letting them exchange the Panax notoginseng roots for food and water.

"If you have any complaints, feel free to speak up. If things can't be done the way we need, you can also leave the trading area."

Xu Xuejiao was holding a large megaphone.

"There are only 300 seats in the trading area. Once you leave, someone else can come in."

Upon hearing this, the survivors, who had previously shown signs of dissatisfaction, immediately broke into broad smiles.

Holding the Panax notoginseng they had just grown, they eagerly ran to Xu Xuejiao to exchange it for the supplies they needed.

However, after looking at it over and over, although there were many kinds of supplies on the list, most of them had nothing to do with survival.

Moreover, the Panax notoginseng they had couldn't even be exchanged for a few small red flags.

These survivors lived a little far from the waterline.

The buckets they were given were filled with clean water, all of which was drinkable, and no one was willing to drink it all.

They took small sips, gently moistening their lips.

That's it.

They had no other means of obtaining melted snow from the edge of the waterline to irrigate the Panax notoginseng roots and osmanthus.

So the osmanthus branches and Panax notoginseng roots that were given to them didn't grow very big at all.

If they were to use all the Panax notoginseng roots to exchange for small red flags.

Then they won't have any Panax notoginseng seeds left.

At this moment, Wen Yanhui walked up to Xu Xuejiao, carrying a large bundle of Panax notoginseng roots in her arms.

"Give me a new axe. I should be able to exchange these sorghum stalks for a small red flag, and then I can use the small red flag to exchange for the simplest and most primitive axe."

All the survivors stared at Wen Yanhui, and someone asked in a low voice:
"You planted Panax notoginseng a little earlier than us."

"Why do you have so many Panax notoginseng roots?"

(End of this chapter)