Chapter 148 Poverty Limits My Imagination

After a long period of recuperation, with the same daily nourishment as raising pigs, Jingshu even brought some nutritious broth to Wu Youai every time. The several holes on his legs were finally almost healed. Maybe because of the drops of spiritual spring water, the scars were not obvious, but they were still concave, and it was not known whether they would be able to heal completely in the future.

There is no news about Shangguan Jun and the person codenamed Zero from the Zhatian gang now, so Jingshu can only wait for news from Officer Yang Yang.

However, Wu Youai has obviously gained some weight and looks more fleshy than before.

In order to collect water quickly without wasting time so the water truck could go to other places to deliver water, each family sent a representative with a large bucket and reported the number of people in the family and the number of liters. Wu Youai checked the registration on her phone:

"Jingshu's family has 29 liters, Wang Qiqi's family has 10 liters, Wang Cuihua's family has 12 liters, Wang Xuemei has 3 liters, and Zhang Bingbing's family has double the number of pregnant women, so it's 12 liters..."

Jingshu stood in line with the big bucket in her hand. She also had a privilege: she didn't have to queue up to get anything from then on.

"Did you hear that Jingshu's family only has 29 liters?"

"Why does she have so many? Could it be that our visiting specialist is biased?"

"Her whole family are civil servants, and there are two elderly people at home, so naturally there is more water."

"Look, she looks so clean even though she's short of water. I heard she even keeps frogs at home. She's definitely not someone who's short of water. No wonder she lives in a villa. Even in the end times, she still has the means."

Jingshu smiled calmly as she listened to the gossip.

The water truck arrived, fully loaded with the source of life. The armed police raced against time and quickly distributed the water amid everyone's cheers, and then went to the next point without stopping. The neighbors in the community had just received the water and didn't care about anything else. They picked up the buckets and started drinking.

“What cool water!”

"So sweet, like Nongfu Spring!"

“It’s so satisfying!”

It’s been more than half a year since I had a drink of water as heartily as today!

Many people burst into tears. They were so disgusted by the muddy water they once had, and how could they even despise the fact that each family was given only one bucket of water? They were such inhuman beings! Old Wang next door was exhausted to death, and I'm still alive! It's so hard, sob!

The sounds of ghosts howling were heard again. The neighbors in the community sat on the ground, drinking water and chatting, most of them were excited.

Jingshu went home with the bucket, and sighed for some reason. In order to produce this water, the government spent countless manpower and financial resources. Although it only took a few days, the resources required to operate the artificial sun were simply astronomical. One second cost tens of thousands of dollars in resources. Just think about how much was spent in these days.

This time, the artificial sun has overdrawn all the resources in various parts of China, causing these non-renewable resources to become increasingly scarce. Coupled with the lack of sunlight, the ultimate killer, the end of the world is getting closer and closer.

But as Jingshu said, if these resources are not used, and no one knows how long it will take for the rain to come, more people will die of thirst, and the Chinese government does not dare to take the risk and wait for the rain.

The resources invested at least have a return, not only sweet water, the government also uses artificial sun to grow vegetables and the purest energy.

The government used this energy to invest in new research.

The cultivated vegetables will be supplied to all residents of Wucheng once a week. Wu Youai announced the news in the group chat: "Everyone, starting tomorrow, all major supermarkets will provide vegetables once a week, 1 virtual currency per piece, and 0.1 virtual currency per popsicle. Each person is limited to one."

When people in the community heard that popsicles were available, they were extremely excited. How happy would it be to be able to eat something cold in such a high temperature?

Jingshu didn't know whether they were happy or not. She only knew that the landlord's stupid son was very happy because he had ice cream to eat every day in exchange for diesel.

However, from today on, diesel may not be exchanged ton by ton. It is estimated that the oil tycoon Qian Duojia has lost at least half of his wealth this time, and even the number of bodyguards has been reduced by half.

Fortunately, Jingshu had made spicy ice cream for the landlord's silly son a few days ago, which was enough for her ideal

Required diesel.

It is worth mentioning that this time Jingshu finally met the landlord's stupid son. Although it was not a pleasant process, but thinking that his father paid such a high fee, Jingshu resisted the urge to get angry. Of course, a beating was inevitable.

Although it is said that the customer is God...

Jingshu pondered and analyzed for a long time, and concluded that her silly son must like the taste of spicy strips, so she extracted the juice from the spicy strips and added it to the ice cream... ahem, to put it bluntly, she poured the juice from the spicy strips into the ice cream and stirred it. The spicy strips that had lost their taste were not wasted, and all of them were mixed into the ice cream.

Jingshu took a bite and was amazed at the sweet, salty and spicy taste...

With trepidation in her heart, Jingshu sent the test product to the landlord's son and asked him to try it. However, the next day, she was told that she was required to take her food with her. Jingshu quickly packed the thermal box and ice cream, and was taken to the Xishan villa area in a luxury car.

Although it was dark, Jingshu's night vision allowed her to see that after passing her uncle's house, the car gradually moved away from the bustling city, going further and further away, and then began to take a winding mountain road, going around in circles. Jingshu could still see the clouds on the top of the mountain.

If it were before the end of the world, the scenery here, like the deep mountains and old forests, would have been very beautiful. Unfortunately, all the trees in the mountains have been cut down and piled up together.

Jingshu Muran thought of the Xishan dismemberment case... Ugh.

After walking for another seven or eight minutes, they circled a mountain and connected to a bridge, continuing on a larger winding mountain road. Jingshu also saw a cable car. She had lived for more than 30 years in her past and present lives, so how come she had never been to Wucheng?

"Excuse me, are they not here yet?" Jingshu couldn't help but ask.

The driver said, “We’ve arrived.”

Jingshu: “???”

Are you kidding me? There's a house within a few kilometers of this remote place?

The driver saw Jingshu's expression and thought of the same look he had in those days. He remembered that this woman had been picked up for the fourth time and must be a distinguished guest. He said:

"From the starting point of the winding mountain road, you're in private territory. These mountains all belong to Mr. Qian. The one we just passed was a tourist mountain built in the past. You can watch the sunrise, take a cable car, and ski in the winter. The one we just passed was Mr. Qian's golf course. This side is the employee base. Further ahead is the orchard, but unfortunately, it's almost dead now. On the other side is a breeding farm with the young master's favorite animals. I heard there's a leopard there. We're passing the guest villa area now. We're almost there."

Jingshu gradually opened her mouth wide. It turns out that poverty really limits my imagination!