-------First Apocalyptic Plane Boundary Line.
The Xiaocheng base's top leadership is holding its first major decision-making meeting. In addition to the original decision-makers from the Xu, Qiao, Zhu, and Peng families, four new forces have joined: the Blade Mercenary Group, the Gale Hunting Team, and the prestigious Lu and Fu families. Each force has two representatives attending the meeting, along with the Zhang family mother and daughter, and Zhang Feng, making a total of 19 people.
Ten boxes of gold bars, weighing a total of about 25 kilograms, were placed on a table more than four meters long. This was their last batch of gold reserves.
The first purpose of this meeting is to find a way to increase the supply of gold, and the second is to conduct a statistical analysis and estimation of the exchange list.
Zhang Feng said gravely, "This amount is only enough for us to maintain the base's basic food exchange. The current number of Thunderstorm Talismans is absolutely insufficient to deal with this zombie horde." According to the news from Tu Ling, three days later, Xiaocheng will experience polar night weather, which may last for up to fifteen days.
The polar night is when zombies are most active. Their mobility and strength increase exponentially during this time, making it the best time for them to capture humans and store their energy in corpses.
Xiaocheng currently has a population of 18,000, but only less than 3,000 of them are able-bodied and capable of fighting. The rest are the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. Outside the city, there are tens of thousands of zombies, and their strength and speed are far superior to those of the city's zombies. The dozen or so life-skilled individuals are unable to participate in the battle, so they can only rely on the Thunderstorm Talisman to save their lives.
“The city wall is now complete, and we are not under as much pressure as before. We can’t rely solely on the able-bodied men; the elderly and weak can also be utilized. They still have enough strength to throw thunder talismans,” suggested Fu Changxi, the patriarch of the Fu clan.
"That's feasible," the mercenary leader said, exhaling a smoke ring and seconding the proposal.
"We've already started making petrol bombs. While their destructive power isn't as great as the Thunderstorm Talisman, it's only slightly less so. The destructive power is still acceptable," Miao Pu, the captain of the Gale Hunting Team, said in a deep voice.
Xiao Cheng's current leaders, in terms of decision-making, ability, and character, have impressed him greatly. This is why he left the Upper City Base to join them. The food and vegetables provided here are plentiful, all obtained through base points. In contrast, the Upper City Base only provides dehydrated vegetables, and rarely gets any vegetables from the Central City, which never even reach their mouths.
“The gold mines in Rongcheng are quite abundant. I’ve already been in contact with the person in charge there. They’re also very happy to hear that it can be used to exchange for moldy rice. Once the zombie horde is over, we can sit down and discuss the mining and exchange arrangements.” Lu Shengda, the patriarch of the Lu clan, took out a letter and handed it to Zhang Feng, saying this.
The meeting lasted for more than five hours and finally settled on a list of supplies. It only had two lines: 2,000 thunderstorm talismans, 60 tons of moldy rice, 10 tons of ordinary soil, and a certain amount of seeds.
They built a ten-acre greenhouse facility and have agricultural experts; now, all they lack is the soil.
modern.
When Yuan Zhuan received Zhang Xiaoxiao's exchange request, he breathed a sigh of relief; it had come just in time.
Taking a few deep breaths, he connected the message transmission button on the other end. "Sister, our base is about to enter a polar night that will last for half a month. This half month will be extremely dangerous for us. The zombies will become several times more mobile and stronger, and their lethality will be enormous. However, we have less than three thousand people who can participate in the battle, so... we need to exchange for the following list..."
Yuan Zhuan frowned as she looked at the list. Ten tons of soil. She still had to find a place to quarry it.
Truckloads of moldy rice were transported to the newly renovated factory on the newly purchased land. The wide cement floor was covered with mountains of moldy rice that smelled strongly of mold. The yellowish-green mold looked quite frightening. This was all scavenged from various places by grain merchants at Yuan Zhuan's behest, and its actual value was less than two thousand yuan.
Rather than using it as animal feed, it's better to reuse it. After all, there are indeed many refugees there, and the price is low enough to allow many people to survive. The price of ordinary rice is not high either, but if it is exchanged for moldy rice, a few more people can survive.
With Zhang Feng making such a request, how could Yuan Zhuan possibly refuse?
Cao Ming was still working on the construction site when he saw Yuan Zhuan bringing in some things. He immediately noticed the yellowish-green moldy rice, and his expression twisted for a moment. "What are you trying to do? Pollute the factory?"
"It's just making use of waste." She plans to double the amount exchanged this time, as a gift to the other party.
"Have you found a place to dig, the one I asked you to find for me?"
“It’s such a simple matter, why would we need to look? We can haul any soil we want from Chuanke’s construction site. Hey, where are you planning to haul it to?” Surely not here? Yuan Zhuan’s eyes told him that was indeed the case.
"Then where is your rice?" The factory area is large, so putting it aside wouldn't be a problem.
"They'll tow it away tomorrow morning. Just find a truck to bring it over; I need it at eight o'clock this morning."
"good."
In the first episode of the apocalypse, when Zhang Feng received the goods at the designated location, he almost thought Yuan Zhuan had exchanged them for the wrong item.
"Dad, there are 120 tons of rice. My sister said it was a friendly gift, and there are also more than 100 kilograms of vegetables and fruits." Zhang Xiaoxiao grinned. The talisman in her backpack had arrived. Her sister was the most reliable. Seeing that they were in trouble, she made sure there was enough rice for them.
120 tons, enough to feed the residents of the base for another month.
"Potatoes, sweet potatoes, and rice seeds are all here." Zhang Xiaoxiao took out the seed packets and piled them in the corner.
"Yes, the car is waiting outside." Zhang Feng picked up a cucumber, took a bite, and looked quite delighted, as if he were eating some kind of heavenly delicacy.
The refreshing aroma of cucumbers made Zhang Xiaoxiao's mouth water. She quickly found one for herself, and the father and daughter ate until they were stuffed. Then they wiped their mouths and went outside.
Zhu Xiao's convoy skillfully drove in and parked in the usual spot. When they opened the warehouse door, even though they were mentally prepared, they were still stunned by the mountains of moldy rice and the clumps of gray soil. In this barren place of the apocalypse, everything was a shocking amount of supplies.
Their complicated gazes swept over the father and daughter's faces. They all privately guessed that one of them must have a spatial ability, otherwise, why would these things appear out of thin air without being transported? As for why they were hiding their spatial abilities, none of them could figure it out.
If I can't figure it out, I won't think about it. As long as I can exchange for food and survive, that's enough.
At the very least, this father and daughter are people worth relying on.
They had considered whether they could control the people and use them for their own purposes, but the powerful forces behind the central city, the Thunderstorm Talisman controlled by the father and daughter, and the expert behind the Thunderstorm Talisman made them extremely wary.
If things go wrong, even survival might be difficult.
So he gave up on the idea, and as for whether the newcomers had any ideas, he didn't know.
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