Doomsday Sanctuary

"720,000 catties of rice, 550,000 catties of flour, 50,000 catties of soybeans, 20,000 catties of cornmeal, 30,000 catties of millet, more than 1,500 barrels of edible oil, as well as a number of various kinds of goods, which are still being counted. Wait to come out!"

Han Zhongguo picked up the paper in his hand and began to report to Di Ping, with a loud voice full of excitement and joy.

Di Ping listened secretly, the amount was similar to his previous judgment, and the total income this time was almost 1.5 million catties.

Although it has not reached its optimal amount, it is still a lot. As long as there is no major outbreak in the population, the food will be enough to support a small half year.

In fact, it doesn't take half a year at all. Once the spiritual plants grown in the base are mature, they will be connected. With the characteristics of mutant rice, which ripens once a month, as long as the amount of land reclamation is reached, it is enough to ensure the base's food supply.

Only then will the base be considered to be in a normal state of operation, with defensive strength and food, and then it will be the time to vigorously recruit personnel.

After all, relying on the outside harvest cannot last long.

In the beginning, the major grain and oil markets or supermarkets in the city could guarantee the cost, but once these were used up, there was no supplement, and then what to eat.

Therefore, external collection can only be used as a transition, and what really depends on is its own cultivation and cultivation.

"Good! Great, now I'm relieved?"

Di Ping was also very happy, and finally resolved a major issue, he could finally leave as soon as possible to pick up his parents.

As soon as the tightly snapped thread loosened, he suddenly felt dizzy and aching all over his body.

This is that his physical injury was not completely healed. He was too tired in today's battle. He was bitten by countless mutant rats. Although it was not a fatal injury, he lost too much blood.

In fact, he was a bit unable to stand it any longer, if it weren't for the strong willpower, he would have wanted to lie down a long time ago, this would relax his body and feel extremely tired like a tide.

"City Lord! What's the matter with you, your complexion is so bad?"

Han Zhongguo saw Di Pingyan's body shaky, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support him, asking worriedly.

"I'm fine! I'm just too tired! Go ahead and do something else!"

Di Ping shook his dizzy head and said weakly.

"No! City Lord, you are not in a lot of state, I think I should ask Chief Ning Nan to see it?"

Han Zhongguo shook his head resolutely, helping Di Ping to go to Ning Nan.

"I'm really fine, just go back and rest! It's fine to arrange two people to send me off, you can go to work on other things, there are a lot of things in the base now, you can bear more!"

Di Ping gently shook his head and stopped Han Zhongguo. Although his face was bad and his speech was weak, his tone was firm.

"That..... Okay!"

Han Zhongguo was a little helpless, but Di Ping knew his temper. Although he looked young and had a mild temper, no one could stop him when he was tough, so he had to sigh and agree.

Seeing Di Ping walked towards the castle with the support of the two combat team members, Han Zhongguo's eyes flashed with worry and a touch of touch.

He felt from this young city lord what he had never felt before in official circles, that is, sincere, kind, brave, forge ahead, and responsible.

This is because it has become hard to find things in contemporary society, and he has seen them all in one person today.

Although he has not experienced the previous battles in the market, he can feel the fierceness of the battle from the words of the combat team chatting.

Especially the blood stains on Di Ping's body, the degree of damage to his clothes, and the **** evil spirit that filled his body, you know what kind of battle he has experienced.

But even so, only now can I see fatigue and pain from him. How strong willpower it takes to endure the present is something ordinary people may never imagine.

These things made the corners of Han Zhongguo’s eyes a little moist. As an old fritters in the officialdom, there are not many things that can move him, but now he feels sour and astringent, something called moving is flowing. .