doomsday survival

Chapter 387
The hooked crescent moon hangs in the sky, shedding a layer of faint cold glow, and the autumn wind makes the night in late autumn cooler.

The left-behind members of the Chang'an tribe did not hide in a warm room, but stood on both sides of the street, constantly looking out of the park.

"How long is it? How about we ask again?" Xia Qianhe said anxiously.

Feng Kuang laughed: "Brother, it's been less than 10 minutes since I finished this question, why are you so anxious?"

Xia Qianhe smiled embarrassingly, and covered it up: "Is it only so little time? Why do I feel like it's all time, it seems that I'm really old."

His self-mockery elicited a burst of snickering, which made Xia Qianhe's old face blush again.

However, his embarrassment did not last long, and a bright light appeared outside the park.

"came back!"

With the sound of the horn, the convoy slowly drove into the industrial park and stopped in front of the warehouse that had been prepared in advance.

The people in the car jumped off one after another, and were immediately surrounded by relatives who greeted them, and kept asking them how they went to Fusong County.

Xia Qianhe saw that they came back safely, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, he coughed hard, put on the majesty of the Great Elder, and reprimanded: "What are you doing around here? Let them eat immediately Ah, want to starve them all?"

The voice of inquiry finally subsided, and people surrounded each other and walked towards the dining hall.

Xia Qianhe didn't ask about Shi Jian's passing, but called his son and grandson over, and asked in a low voice as he walked, "Is there really no zombie?"

His eldest grandson Xia Chengguo joked: "Grandpa, you are too, you don't let others ask, but you ask yourself."

Xia Qianhe raised his eyebrows, and gave his grandson a hard look, frightening the latter so that he didn't dare to say another word.

"Dad, it's not that there are none, but they are all zombies trapped in the house and can't get out. There is no threat." The second son Xia Liwu said.

"That's good. I'm really worried that something will happen to your group." Xia Qianhe said with confidence.

"It's very safe, Dad, don't worry about it, look back and see those things brought back, they are all good things." Xia Liwu comforted again.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know much, but Mr. Shi said that they are all kinds of machinery related to agriculture, which are much better than what he makes." Xia Liwu explained.

"Oh, I really have to take a good look at that moment, these are all treasures." Xia Qianhe sighed happily.

The dishes in the canteen had already been prepared, and they had been kept warm in the pot. When Shi Jian and everyone returned to the canteen, the Chang'an tribe's dinner officially started today.

In fact, the left-behind people did not eat. After all, these people who went there were the strongest labor force of the tribe, the greatest strength, and even the relatives of the left-behind people. How could they eat.

During the meal, Xia Qianhe and other elders kept asking Shi Jian questions, and Shi Jian answered every question.

When he said what kind of agricultural machinery and tools he had, Xia Qianhe smiled like a flower blooming on his face, and said repeatedly: "Okay, great, it will be easier to farm next year."

"It's not only easy, but it can also increase production a lot," Feng Kuang took over the words and said, "It's both chemical fertilizers and pesticides, so the production will definitely increase a lot."

Hearing Feng Kuang's words, Shi Jian laughed dumbfounded, and said to himself: "In the old days, everyone paid attention to environmental protection and safety, and were obsessed with chemical fertilizers and pesticides. But in the last days, it's just the opposite, and the pressure of survival makes people not hesitate. Increase production at all costs, even if it is the use of chemical fertilizers and pesticides."

"That Shi Jian," Feng Kuang remembered something, and continued to ask, "Are those seeds genetically modified?"

Shi Jian really didn't pay attention to this, and he didn't understand, so he said: "I don't know, anyway, I brought back all the stocks in several seed shops, you can see for yourself later." He paused , and asked: "Is that genetic modification harmful to people?"

Feng Kuang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Who knows if there is any harm? Anyway, this matter has been arguing for more than ten years, and there is no conclusion until the end of the world. I remember that when the Chinese government promoted genetically modified food, it said that Lao Mei had already eaten it. It’s been more than 20 years, and the old Americans have said that China has been eating it for more than 20 years, and no one can tell whether it is harmful or not.”

"Then why don't we grow genetically modified ones?" Shi Jian said hesitantly.

Xia Qianhe curled his lips, and interjected: "If you don't grow it, you can grow it, because it has a high yield. Now that we have so many people at once, let's think about how to survive first. As for whether it will be harmful, we will wait until later." talk later."

After listening to his words, Shi Jian was silent for a while. He didn't know whether Xia Qianhe was right or wrong. At least under the pressure of survival, whether genetically modified or not is food, and the most important thing is to survive.

After eating, Xia Qianhe insisted on having the car unloaded before resting.

Shi Jian considered that he would go to Fusong again tomorrow, and it would be better to get up early to unload the car while everyone was still excited, so he agreed without any objection.

When unloading the truck, anyone in the tribe who could help came over, and everyone unloaded the supplies from the truck together and transported them to different warehouses.

A total of [-] carts of goods, so many types and large quantities, made the left-behind staff amazed and praised.

Everyone worked for three hours before putting all these materials into storage, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Because everyone was so tired, all the materials were piled up in the warehouse, and they were not carefully sorted out. They were left to be sorted out by the left-behind staff tomorrow.

That night, because everyone was too tired, even though they were excited about getting a lot of supplies, they couldn't stop the deep tiredness, and soon the Chang'an tribe fell asleep collectively.

After half a month, the Chang'an Tribe spent every day like this. Various materials were transported from Fusong County and packed into different warehouses by category.

When the first snow fell this year, all the shops in the eastern district of Fusong County had been swept away, leaving only the supplies in the houses that had not been collected.

Although it has been more than 50 years since the end of the world, the amount of materials available in this half of the county is still considerable, and the fifteen cars return with a full load every day.

Fortunately, there are a lot of vacant warehouses in the industrial park, and there are also many buildings, which can be requisitioned as warehouses, which allows various materials to be stored.

Xia Qianhe said with emotion more than once: "Thanks to Shi Jian's words, we came here, otherwise there would be no place to put these things in the cottage. In that case, I don't know how distressed I will be."

In addition to these supplies, Shi Jian and the others had even greater gains.

It turns out that the long-distance bus station in Fusong County is also in the east area. There are more than 30 buses parked in the garage, and there are twelve of them that can be driven.

This discovery made Shi Jian ecstatic.

You know, the Chang'an Tribe is not short of drivers, but cars.And with these buses, people can sit in the car back and forth, not to mention the comfort, but also allow more supplies to be loaded in the truck, which is really the best of both worlds.

After Shi Jian discovered the passenger car, he took action on some garages, and finally repaired five off-road vehicles, finally ending the days of using large vehicles for transportation every time.

Of course, it is not enough to have a car, but also fuel, and the gas station in the industrial park has almost bottomed out.

Shi Jian set his sights on the gas station in Fusong East District, but there was no tank truck, so he couldn't transport the large amount of fuel there, which made him depressed all day long.

But when they drove the car back, Shi Jian finally had a solution, which was to replace the oil tanker with a fire truck.

As soon as the snow stopped, Shi Jian brought the ten fire trucks to Fusong County again, pumped the fuel from those gas stations into the fire trucks, and then injected them into the oil depot in the industrial park.

Fusong County is much larger than the industrial park. Even though the eastern district only occupies half of the area, there are far more gas stations than the industrial park.After filling the oil depot of the gas station in the industrial park with oil, only half of the oil has gone down there.

In the end, Shi Jian simply filled eight of the ten fire trucks with fuel, leaving only two to prevent fires.

After replenishing the fuel, the Chang'an tribe did not go to Fusong County for the time being, but started a new round of production, planning to search the house after a while and remove all the zombies there.

Now that the temperature is below zero, Shi Jian's first product was a boiler, and he also successfully repaired a well in the machinery processing plant, and brought up the well water through an electric water pump, ending the industrial process. The difficulty of drinking water in the park.

The winter in Northeast China is extremely cold, so installing radiators has become a method of heating, and the industrial park is no exception.

However, central heating is used in the industrial park, and the heating company's large boiler Shijian is unable to repair it, let alone manufacture a replacement.

The method used by Shi Jian is not difficult, that is, to install a boiler directly in a house of the residence, then connect the heating in the building to the new boiler, and then close the main valve of the heating to the heating company. A separate loop is formed.

This method can be realized because the industrial park was built late. The heaters in all the buildings are not old-fashioned cast iron heaters, but made of aluminum alloy, and the heating pipes are not cast iron pipes, but plastic.

Fortunately, otherwise, reinstalling the heating would not be possible in a short time.

Shi Jian was sitting in the warm office, drinking tea while discussing with Feng Kuang how to use the free time in winter for teaching.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Li Yeyue pushed the door and walked in, saying, "Shi Jian, that radio station has started broadcasting mourning music again."

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