100,000!
Not only Wu Haifan, but the soldiers who followed Zhao Xian also heard it, and they all showed expressions that could almost be considered shocked.
Did I hear it wrong? Did she say 100,000 kilograms of grain?
When Zhao Xian heard the number, he raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, but not as happy as Wu Haifan. In comparison, he was calm.
"Okay." Zhao Xian nodded.
He was not too surprised that Qiao Xuejun had so much food, but what surprised him was that Qiao Xuejun was willing to exchange so much food.
So straightforward?
Qiao Xuejun was also a little surprised. After all, Zhao Xian was able to take out so much food at this time. Wasn't he afraid that it was a trap? Qiao Xuejun immediately thought that Zhao Xian was probably not afraid of a trap. He had sufficient firepower, so he should be afraid of himself.
Her action was a bit risky, but if the blue oil was really as powerful as the legend said, she would definitely not be the only one who wanted it.
If you are late, you will no longer have the initiative. It is a gamble.
Wu Haifan couldn't help but take a step forward: "Captain, could this be...?"
It's a scam, a prank.
But then Wu Haifan thought of the time before the end of the world, when they were performing their mission normally. The captain had the nickname of a human lie detector. If Qiao Xuejun lied, the captain would expose it in minutes and would never agree to it.
Could it be that Qiao Xuejun really has 100,000 kilograms of grain?
But, how is that possible?
Zhao Xian: "Get up, I'll take you to see the blue oil."
Qiao Xuejun stood up: "Okay."
Zhao Xian walked in front, and Qiao Xuejun followed closely behind him.
Ren Wangwang walked beside Zhao Xian, looking at Zhao Xian for a while and then looking at Qiao Xuejun.
Finally, he couldn't help it, and moved closer to Zhao Xian, lowering his voice to ask: "Captain, you have been taking extra care of Teacher Qiao during this period, is it because of this?"
Zhao Xian: "Otherwise?"
Ren Wangwang: "Teacher Qiao is worth it."
Zhao Xian sneered, understanding his men's thoughts. It wasn't that Qiao Xuejun was worth it, it was that the 100,000 kilograms of grain was too worth it.
Wu Haifan also kept looking at Qiao Xuejun with a complicated expression.
They all took big steps, and Qiao Xuejun was trying to increase her walking speed, almost running. She didn't pay attention to other people's eyes, but kept calculating the value of this transaction and the specific transaction method.
The further inside they walked, the fewer people there were, and a pungent smell suddenly hit Qiao Xuejun.
When the smell drifted to her nose, Qiao Xuejun couldn't help but slow down her pace hesitantly.
The further inside he went, the slower Qiao Xuejun's steps became.
What's that smell? Did the toilet explode? It stinks.
She looked at Zhao Xian and asked tentatively: "Swamp... biogas tank?"
Biogas digesters can also be power generation facilities, mainly by collecting animal manure and fermenting it to produce methane, which is then burned to generate electricity.
The government promoted this idea years ago and called on farmers to build biogas digesters, which can not only process human and livestock and poultry manure but also generate electricity and save resources.
However, due to insufficient collection of raw materials from farmers and the rapid development of the power grid, biogas digesters were gradually abandoned.
In this doomsday situation, with the power grid collapsed, it is very suitable to use biogas again. There are a thousand people in the first base, and everyone can poop, so there is enough raw material to collect.
Zhao Xian also stopped and looked at Qiao Xuejun: "Wear a mask."
The soldiers nearby all put the noodles they had taken off back on quickly to cover their mouths and noses.
Zhao Xian also put on his black mask.
Qiao Xuejun took out her large white cotton mask from her pocket, hung it on her ears, and looked at Zhao Xian with some confusion.
It’s much better with a mask on, but there’s still some indescribable smell.
Zhao Xian saw that she was wearing a mask, and then he spoke, his voice deep through the mask: "There is indeed a biogas digester here, but this is not entirely the smell of the biogas digester."
Everyone put on masks, and Zhao Xian continued to move forward.
There was a cordon ahead, and outside the line were a few large characters written on the ground with wooden boards and red paint: "Production area, no entry for unauthorized persons".
Two soldiers came forward and tried to remove the cordon.
Zhao Xian had already strode forward, stretched out his hand first to raise the cordon, and turned back to look at Qiao Xuejun: "Come here."
Qiao Xuejun walked in from under the cordon, and Zhao Xianle followed in. In just a few steps, he passed Qiao Xuejun and came to the front.
Zhao Xian continued to walk in: "Expert, you should know about whale explosion?"
Whale explosion?
Qiao Xuejun nodded: "Yes, I know."
She walked too fast and her breath was short.
But she quickly realized what Zhao Xian meant: "You mean this smell comes from the whale explosion?"
Whale explosions of varying sizes have occurred in history. Giant whales that are more than ten or twenty meters long have been stranded and died, unable to return to the sea. After their death, the gas in their bodies will expand rapidly and eventually explode like an over-inflated balloon.
Its internal organs, flesh, blood, fat, digested and undigested food, will all be splashed everywhere like a rainstorm with the explosion.
This is a whale explosion.
Every whale explosion is accompanied by a huge stench that is beyond the physiological and psychological tolerance of humans.
Qiao Xuejun remembers a report she once followed: a whale explosion occurred in a downtown area of Taiwan Province. The street was filled with a foul odor that was disgusting and could not be dissipated for several months.
Zhao Xian: "Blue oil is extracted from the fat and flesh of large fish, and the taste comes from the same source."
Qiao Xuejun's expression changed.
It was indeed the same. She immediately wanted to turn around and leave. This smell was simply unacceptable to ordinary people.
Zhao Xian seemed to see what she was thinking: "Otherwise, I'll take some out for you to see. You don't have to go with me."
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