Qiao Xuejun: "Maybe you have to wait two days."
Wang Juanfeng also nodded: "Everyone in the First Base is very busy right now, so it's better not to bother them. We'll talk about it after this period of work."
Kuang Qianli was full of resentment. He groaned and peeled a potato and handed it to Wang Juanfeng: "It's warm for the three of you to sleep together. I'm the only one who suffers."
It was too cold last night, so the three girls slept on Qiao Xuejun’s bed.
Wang Juanfeng smiled and said, "Fill a few more hot water bottles tonight. Or bring the air conditioner into the house and let it air out in advance."
The air conditioner uses electricity, and now there is no solar energy, so I have to use a generator. I bought 4 generators at the beginning.
One generator is working in the planting area, one in the studios of Xiao Mujiang and Kuang Qianli, and two more are in reserve.
But this thing makes too much noise. The planting area is at the end of the shelter, separated by fifteen acres of land. It’s so far away that the noise is very small and cannot be heard with the door closed.
The studio's is only opened when in use.
If you put it in the bedroom and turn on the air conditioner, you won't be able to sleep at all.
Qiao Xuejun: "Or we can just find someone to build it. There is a master who can build a kang in the second-floor trading market of the first base. He must be busy recently, though. Let's go find him later."
Kuang Qianli perked up immediately: "Yes, why didn't I think of that."
Qiao Xuejun and Kuang Qianli had breakfast, took two pairs of alkaline batteries that Qiao Xuejun had stockpiled from the warehouse, and a pound of pumpkin seeds that had been dried and roasted last night, and went to the first base.
When we reached the gate of the first base, we met some individual survivors who came to seek refuge and were registering at the door.
During this period, more and more people came to seek refuge, and the system reported all of them to Qiao Xuejun.
There are more than 500 people in the high-risk area, and more than 300 of them have moved away before. Now there are more than 100 left, almost all of whom are from the Seventh Base of Jianding Mountain and retail investors.
When he reached the door, Qiao Xuejun heard the survivors who were queuing up to register muttering, "I don't know if anything will happen to our mountain."
A group of people gathered together, carrying large and small bags of supplies with them.
The person standing in the same line with him continued, "Who can guarantee that? Natural disasters are beyond human control. If it doesn't collapse, I really don't want to move. There are fewer mutant creatures on our mountain than in other places."
"But didn't the Seventh Lord guarantee it? She said she would see it and it wouldn't collapse. I quite believe her."
"Come on." Another mocked, "If you believed her, would you still come here to queue up for registration? In my opinion, those who really believed her might have acid rain in their brains. When I came here today, I asked the family next door to move with me. They believed in the Seven Lords so much that they refused to leave."
"... Still, you can't trust it completely. It's so dangerous during this period, you can just move out first, and then move out after this period, it will be safer!"
“…”
Qiao Xuejun walked through the crowded crowd, greeted the soldier guarding the gate, and entered the first base.
Kuang Qianli said: "It's quite warm in here. It's quite windproof."
The first floor of the base is divided into several areas, but overall it is the production area and work area of the first base. Blue oil production, kitchen, and manager's office area are all on the first floor.
The residential area is on the third floor, and Zhao Xian’s room is the only one on the first floor in the entire base.
The second floor is the market, which is usually guarded by soldiers with guns to maintain order.
The two men walked down the stone stairs, holding the packages in their hands.
Kuang Qianli looked up at the huge cave building and looked at the ceiling: "Are those steel bars? How did they get there?"
Qiao Xuejun also looked up. There were metal structures on the rock walls surrounding the cave as frame support. It looked very stable and supported the entire cave.
Zhao Yun had said before that he and his teacher designed it together, based on the design of the air-raid shelter, and the engineering department built it.
Kuang Qianli: "It's just that the floor height is too low. For someone like Lord Zhao, does he have to lower his head when walking here?"
It is not that low, with each floor 3 meters high, but there is a metal frame supporting it, which reduces the space. The usable floor height may be around 2 and a half meters. Also, because the entire space is in an airtight cave, it seems very depressing.
Qiao Xuejun: "After all, there are so many people. If you want to accommodate so many people, you must compress the space."
Kuang Qianli nodded: "That's true, otherwise there wouldn't be enough room. Now there are hundreds of people here, and I don't know if there will be anywhere to stay."
Qiao Xuejun: “…”
These are all what Zhao Xian is worrying about. As a collaborator of the base, shouldn’t she also be concerned about the system rewards for the expansion of the number of people?
But soon Qiao Xuejun persuaded himself that he had already signed a document and that he only needed to provide food to feed so many people.
Arriving at the second floor, it is now more organized than before, with more reasonable divisions, separating food, clothing, housing and transportation.
The food area does not occupy as large a proportion as it did in the beginning. When Qiao Xuejun first came, almost 80% of the people here were buying food.
Now when you enter the door, you can see craftsmen mending clothes and shoes.
Kuang Qianli looked at the stall and sighed, "This shoe repair business is really good."
The people waiting in line in front of the stall heard him talking and turned around to say, "That's right. The old shoe repairman has the best business in our market. It's hard to buy new shoes at this time."
Another customer waiting added: "The shoes you pick up outside may not fit you! Especially for people with big feet. If your shoes are broken, you have to repair them! It's so cold out here."
The old man's stall was filled with shoe repair tools. He was pressing the sole of a pair of leather boots tightly against a bench, patching the torn area with a piece of black rubber and hammering in nails.
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