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Chapter 379 Cold Weapons That Meet Shi Yuebai's Requirements

The eight workers stared at the blueprints given to them by Shi Yaoyao, scrutinizing them carefully and repeatedly until nightfall.

Shi Yuebai then had Shi Yaoyao bring over a huge searchlight.

The searchlight was pointed directly at a huge table in the center of the safe zone.

Half of the table was used to hold the blueprints for the workpieces, and the other half was used to hold the wood.

The eight workers sat scattered around the large wooden table.

The blueprints were divided into several sheets, and everyone studied them separately.

Once they have thoroughly studied the part of the blueprints they have, they will move on to the next blueprint.

The survivors on the distant garbage mountain could see that single light from afar.

It even has brighter lights than the lighthouse in the city's management building.

A single light shining in the wasteland can evoke a strange sense of belonging.

Some survivors, unable to resist their curiosity, secretly went to the safe zone designated by Shi Yuebai to take a look.

At this point, the first worker figured something out and began to carefully polish a piece of wood with a knife.

They had never made such a cold weapon before.

To make a good cold weapon, you need the craftsmanship of a skilled artisan.

After all, such cold weapons only exist in history.

Long before the wasteland, no one used such cold weapons to kill enemies.

Shi Yuebai said that the bows and arrows needed to be made and sold to outsiders so that they could kill the mutated beasts.

Therefore, every detail in the manufacture of cold weapons needs to be carefully considered.

A local worker carefully carried his meticulously crafted bow and arrow to Shi Yuebai.

Shi Yuebai tried it out.

She shook her head.

The worker's face turned deathly pale, and he looked at Shi Yuebai with utter despair.

At that moment, no one doubted that Shi Yuebai intended to expel him from the safe zone enclosed by red ropes. But Shi Yuebai merely raised his chin, instructing Shi Yaoyao to count out a bunch of small red flags for the worker.
"Aside from the regular working hours, these are all little red flags you earned by working overtime."

Shi Yuebai explained to this person.

She didn't argue with these people about the research time they had spent over the past few days; Shi Yuebai had even calculated the research time for them.

And as promised, they provided them with three meals a day and two snacks.

The worker stared in astonishment at the plastic bag Shi Yaoyao handed him, and stammered,

"I...I don't know that much."

He was engrossed in studying and making bows and arrows.

I never imagined that my efforts would earn me so many little red flags.

Or to put it another way, he never expected to work more than eight hours a day.

How intoxicating it is to be able to eat and drink your fill, and to focus wholeheartedly on doing something without worrying about survival.

He carried the bag of small red flags and returned to the ranks of the workers.

Several people have gradually gained some confidence and started making bows and arrows.

No one asked how many small red flags he had collected.

It's as if everyone in this team only knows how to do their job well.

If their basic survival needs are met, everything else is superfluous to them.