Wasteland: Hunting the wasteland with a max-level account

Chapter 8 The beginning of the year②

This future sister-in-law turned out to be an employee of a metal factory. The two met during a certain mission, more than half a year ago. The future sister-in-law is two years older than Hua Xiaomao. In the wasteland era, she was definitely one of those people who married late and had children late.

When she heard that it was from a metal factory, Hua's mother's heart dropped back to her stomach.

The age difference is not a problem, and it doesn't even matter if you are married once or twice. The times are stronger than others, as long as you have the right person.

What is more important is the career of the future daughter-in-law.

You must know that there are only 61 people in Shelter . Many public officials have to wear multiple hats and the work they do is extremely risky. The metal factory belongs to the industrial group and is considered one of the easiest and safest functional departments. The income is stable, and the unit also has childcare logistics quotas. Those who get the quota can send their children to the metal factory for public education.

According to what Hua Xiaoqin learned during this period, there are eight functional departments in the shelter. In addition to the city guard and medical station where she is located, the security team where Hua Xiaomao is located, as well as the school lines and management teams that are responsible for cultivating talents. The evolution group in which it is located, the agricultural group responsible for production, and the industrial group where the metal factory is located.

Except for the personnel of these departments, the rest are unorganized free citizens and criminals in prison.

The living standards of free people are the worst, and there are even people who are of savage origin and have been absorbed into the shelter. Fortunately, my future daughter-in-law is not a free citizen...

"It's a pity. If you had a good relationship with your aunt's niece, now the baby is almost ready for soy sauce. She is from a livestock farm, so she would have known about any special meat for a long time." Hua's mother muttered.

The livestock farm belongs to the agriculture group, and the special prices on food and meat dishes are naturally attractive to the people of the wasteland.

Hua Xiaomao muttered: "That man has a fat head and big ears, he stutters when he speaks, and he and I have nothing in common..."

Mother Hua's voice suddenly rose an octave: "What did you say?"

Hua Xiaomao sneered quickly: "Nothing, nothing..."

The topic quickly shifted to Hua Xiaoqin's blind date.

The person whom Teacher Ji introduced was a professor from a university. I heard he was also an older man. He was studying some kind of meteorology, but most people had never heard of it. Because people are not interested in marriage and love, and their career and income are not very good, it has been delayed until now.

"Xiaoqin, don't blame me for being anxious. No matter what, you can talk to someone first so that he can take you home from get off work every day." Hua's mother said while putting breakfast on the table. The three of them each had a bowl of fried noodles, which was so fragrant and hot that their mouths watered just looking at it.

The two brothers and sisters didn't want to talk. They picked up their chopsticks and ate happily, making their foreheads sweat.

"Slow down, be careful, it's hot!"

"Mom's craftsmanship is truly unique and unique. Let's go one step further!" Hua Xiaoqin enjoyed her meal and began to abuse idioms, throwing the little ink in her stomach everywhere.

The topic naturally transitioned to food.

But they said that this batch of fried sauce was made from modified mutated pork, which was fat and chewy, but had a strong fishy smell and was troublesome to handle. The mutated pigs are fat and strong, and can knock down giant trees if they attack violently. Even after improvement, they are still very impatient, and each pig must be kept in isolation.

"I pray every day that you don't encounter mutant beasts on the ground. Those things are so powerful that it's hard to even climb a tree to escape. Or maybe there are flocks of mutant birds that are so overwhelming that there is no place to hide..."

"Mom is right, you should be transferred back to the medical station if you have the chance! You are not an evolver, why would you join in the fun in the wild?" In this matter, Hua Xiaomao stood on Hua's mother's side.

"So what if he is an evolver? Director Gao has special powers to be able to withstand several rounds of swooping attacks by a flock of mutated birds? Deputy Director Tan can become invisible, but he can only survive. Evolvers are not omnipotent, can they not go?" The ground will not go to the ground." Hua's mother made up for it.

Director Gao is the supreme ruler of Shelter 61. His fists are extremely powerful and he can face the powerful mutated buffalo. Deputy Director Tan is one of the candidates to succeed the director, and he is also the only two evolvers in the shelter. However, the force value of his evolutionary skills is not high. It is regarded as a means of breakthrough and cannot be challenged head-on. Hua Xiaoqin's mouth was full and she had no time to speak, so she had no choice but to nod her head repeatedly. When Hua's mother showed no intention of stopping, she had to stop her chopsticks quickly and tell her about the venom and the blowing dart.

This matter must be made public sooner or later. Hua Mama and Hua Xiaomao are relatives, so it doesn’t hurt to know in advance.

Hua's mother was dubious about the power of the blowgun, but Hua Xiaomao was convinced. After all, Zhao Qiang's performance in the detention center didn't look like he was faking, he was indeed blind.

However, he never imagined that Hua Xiaoqin's venom was the drug in the armory's drug trial recruitment.

Seeing Hua Xiaomao's guarantee, Hua's mother was relieved but doubtful. She stopped worrying about the matter, and the three of them successfully discussed how to spend the first day of the new year.

Hua Xiaomao wants to catch up on her sleep, Hua Xiaoqin wants to rest, and Hua’s mother herself is too lazy to do anything. The three of them agreed not to go anywhere today but to stay at home together.

After returning to the bedroom and lying on the bed, Hua Xiaoqin did not sleep lazily, but started playing with her new phone.

This thing is not much different from the civilized era, but the style is more rough and crude, and its performance in all aspects is far inferior to Hua Xiaoqin's previous fruit pie.

But what kind of bicycle is needed in the wasteland era? It is good to have it useful. Thank you for the gift of nature!
  The mobile phones of this era were customized products, and they were already registered with real names when they left the factory. She only needed to set up the network to surf.

Each mainstream software registers an account, and the password is set to 591031 from her time travel.

The mainstream software of this parallel time and space is exactly the same as what Hua Xiaoqin was familiar with before.

Weixin still has a familiar interface, but the contact list is empty. The price of Orange Software's goods is staggeringly high, and the delivery time is so long that people lose interest. Almost all Xiaomoushu and Xiaopozhan are occupied by survival grannies. They are full of people showing how to modify weapons or how to grow vegetables at home...

The biggest difference between mobile phones in the wasteland era and the civilized era is that the operator has three-in-one, and a wave of emergency tasks will be updated every hour. Most of them are local tasks, and there are also a very few branches of cross-regional cooperation or large-scale tasks.

In addition, there are various disaster warnings.

For example, there is a severe temperature drop in a certain place, animal riots in a certain place, an earthquake collapse in a certain place in urgent need of rescue, a lack of supplies, etc...

Hua Xiaoqin did not dare to be careless and read the information one by one. After she had some time, she began to search for existing shelter maps and global status quo.

After more than twenty years of wasteland reconstruction, human civilization has taken a breather, and there are sporadic human territories on the ground in many areas. After the population dropped sharply, there were less than 20 million flower growers left. These were only estimates, and the savages on the ground were already included. The actual number of people in the refuge was far less than 10 million.

Compared with the huge state machinery and the powerful dispatching and distribution of the central government in the past, now all regions can only save themselves. The troops and equipment are very precious. If there is no big deal, local shelters will not devote their troops to rescue and disaster relief in other areas. .

Huh...this is still a relatively ideal wasteland era.

Humans are a resilient species. As long as we are given a little time to breathe, this planet will still be ruled by humans.

Hua Xiaoqin gradually sketched out the appearance of the wasteland era in her mind...

　Slowly depict the wasteland world in my mind.

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