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

Chapter 410 I've never seen any plant die from being planted.

Based on the current price ratios released by the base, one hundred small red flags can be exchanged for a lot of daily necessities.

Not only can you exchange for daily necessities, but you can also exchange for a large amount of expired food.

But it would take decades to grow a tree to five meters tall.
Most survivors are not interested in such tree-planting tasks.

However, some survivors, based on the principle that accepting one mission is the same as accepting two missions, still made a difference.

In any case, the electronic screen at the base did not display any limit on the number of missions they could accept.

Therefore, some survivors, in addition to taking on tasks such as clearing land and transporting supplies, also...

I also took on the planting task as a side job.

"Hahaha, there really are idiots who have taken on planting tasks."

The surrounding survivors watched as the survivor who had accepted the tree-planting task took a half-meter-long sapling from Shi Jixiang's hand.

There was a tracker-like device attached to this sapling.

Shi Jixiang explained in a tender voice.
"This is the old nest's way of preventing you from abandoning this tree."

The tracker is not very big and is made of the cheapest materials.

This kind of tracker is completely devoid of any technical sophistication for GuaiGuai, so GuaiGuai wouldn't make it.

Could it be that the school offers a course on mecha research?

So all these trackers were made by the kids at the school.

Because there are many children, the materials for the trackers are also cheap and plentiful.

So if you're not careful, you can generate a lot of trackers every day.

Whenever the children take a mecha-making class, a large number of trackers are made.

This small tracker is made for children to practice with.

However, since there were simply too many practice projects, it would be a waste to destroy them. So, Shi Yuebai waved his hand and placed these massive numbers of small trackers onto the saplings that had been sent out.

The survivor who received the sapling was stunned for a moment, looking down at the half-meter-tall sapling.

What he meant was that the small tracker didn't seem to be hanging very securely.

It would take him decades to grow a tree to five meters tall.

Over the decades, what if this small, not-so-stable tracker falls off?
Or is it that while he was planting trees, he also had the obligation to keep this small tracker safe?
But Shi Jixiang had already turned his head and was chattering with the children next to him about today's homework.

The survivor who received the sapling could only carry it to the side of the garbage dump closest to the snowmelt.

The area where trees were planted encompassed the entire perimeter of the garbage mountain.

He placed the sapling in the melted snow and tied it to the sapling with the hemp rope he had prepared beforehand.

Then, the other end of the hemp rope was fixed to an exposed steel bar on the shore.

After the survivors had done all that, they suddenly remembered something.

He hurriedly ran back to the electronic screen.

In such a rush, he didn't even look back at the sapling he had planted.

"What if the trees I planted during these decades die, given the task I just accepted?"

The survivor hurriedly asked Shi Xiangrui.

Shi Xiangrui was stunned for a moment, then turned his little face to the side to look at Shi Yaoyao.

In her mind, it seemed that such a thing had never happened.

"Huh? Will I die?" Shi Jixiang, who was standing nearby, was drawn over.

They grew up in the nest and had never seen any plant die.