◎Happy 104th Day: Sandstorm◎
When Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen led the team to transport supplies back for the first time, Qin Shiwen and others on the mountain cooperated with them.
Those that can be transported with pulleys will be transported with pulleys, but some furniture and other items that are not convenient to transport with pulleys can only be lifted up manually.
Fortunately, there is only heavy dust and low visibility, and the wind is still within the normal range, so people's movements will not be affected. Otherwise, it would be a big problem to transport these things up the mountain.
They didn't have much time to transport the supplies, and everyone was in a hurry. Even if Qin Shiwen and others had a lot to say, they didn't waste time at that time.
But by the next day, all the supplies Jiang Muyun needed had been delivered and the second barrel of oil had been pulled up the mountain. Jiang Muyun and his companions could no longer escape the love from their companions.
The first thing Jiang Muyun and Chu Buwen did after going up the mountain was to distribute the saltpeter to everyone.
Qin Shiwen and others did not change their attitude because of the saltpeter. The seriousness of their attitude in thanking them made Jiang Muyun's scalp almost explode.
Jiang Muyun thought quickly and before Qin Shiwen and others could speak, he waved his hand and started an impromptu storytelling: "Outside the dense forest, a brave man can break through the ruthless poisonous tree trap, and in the wind and sand, two people fight wits with the chain whistles of Nanshan Mountain." He was almost about to take a gavel to knock.
Then, seeing that those people's brows were getting more and more furrowed, Jiang Muyun suddenly changed the subject and began to denounce the hardships and dangers of this journey, not even missing the small stones blown by the wind while walking on the road.
Jiang Muyun raised his chin and pointed at his jaw. "Right here, can you show me if it's bruised or purple? It hurt so much, it knocked me unconscious. If I hadn't heard the gunshot, I would have thought someone had shot me."
Jiang Muyun described himself as someone who had gone through eighty-one hardships and escaped death before returning home. He was covered in wounds and looked like he was about to die in the next second.
However, at Jiang Muyun's strong request, Wang Qingqing held up a flashlight and searched for her wound for a long time. In the end, not even a scratch was made on her skin. The only wound was the cross mark she had just pinched on the mosquito bite. She was so rough that the mark did not disappear even after more than ten minutes.
Qin Shiwen listened with a gloomy face as Jiang Muyun continued to cry miserably, saying that she couldn't eat or sleep well, and that she was in her twenties and was so tired that her calves cramped in the middle of the night. If someone didn't know, they would think that she and Chu Buwen had been forced to do hard labor in a black coal mine for the past two days.
Jiang Muyun also brought out Chu Buwen, insisting on showing Qin Shiwu how Chu Buwen's pupils had suddenly shrunk in fear of the brutality of the people in power in the western suburbs base.
Qin Shiwen and the others couldn't even say a word of concern, and Jiang Muyun felt all the heartache by himself.
At the end, she took the initiative and hugged Qin Shiwen and gave everyone a few instructions, such as "Don't lose sleep at night because of worrying about my injury", "You must eat well and take care of your health. If you fall down, who will take care of me?" and "I know I am so stupid. I will take good care of myself next time."
Qin Shiwen and others were so distracted by her lines from a melodramatic drama from ten years ago that they forgot what they were going to say.
He wanted to say something harsh to her, but then he remembered that she had just been on the verge of death, and the supplies she earned were more for them than for herself.
If any of them said anything harsh to Jiang Muyun at this moment, they would probably sit up from the ground and slap themselves in the face five hundred years later.
So, apart from curling their toes, they had no energy to think about anything else. They could only nod with lifeless eyes as they followed Jiang Muyun's words, hoping that she would stop this mental pollution as soon as possible. Only Xiaobai sobbed and cooperated with Jiang Muyun's emotions.
Unfortunately, Jiang Muyun pushed her away mercilessly.
This heartless boy, he complained about the strong wind and sand outside and even refused to go out with her, but now he knows how to act nice.
Chu Buwen lowered his head and laughed silently. Jiang Muyun glared at him with a hint of pride on his face.
They have been together day and night for several years, sharing the joys and sorrows, so everyone knows each other. Jiang Muyun is quite good at dealing with this sweet burden.
At times like this, as long as she cries bitterly and exaggeratedly enough, others will feel embarrassed to cry with her.
Not only did I feel embarrassed to cry with her, but I also had to comfort her that it was nothing.
Although the words Jiang Muyun thought of seemed a bit excessive and so disgusting that no one could even say a word of comfort, at least there was no intention of settling accounts with her or giving them an ideological education class.
Jiang Muyun glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost time. He stood up, dusted himself off and said, "It's getting dark. I'm so strong that I can only hide it from you and go back to lick my wounds alone. Everyone, please don't worry about me. I will be fine."
Wang Qingqing rubbed the goose bumps on her arms: "Please let me go, I really can't take it anymore. I think if this goes on, I will be the one in trouble."
Jiang Muyun immediately looked like she was about to cry.
Qin Shiwen had a splitting headache. "Alright, I get it. It's getting late. Didn't you say there would be a big sandstorm tomorrow? We've already moved your firewood, water, and furniture home for you. We've also installed the sand barrier at the door as you requested. We've also prepared the rabbits, dry materials, and water. We've even dug up some soil with plants and put them at the door. Everything is fine at home. Go back and get some rest."
A sand barrier is a large wooden plank placed diagonally and slightly fixed at the entrance of a house, completely blocking the entrance. Before a real sandstorm arrives, its function is simply to prevent people from getting a mouthful of sand when they open the door.
Jiang Muyun nodded obediently, "I understand. Thank you, Sister Wen."
Zhou Ying recovered from Jiang Muyun's corny dialogue and slapped his forehead, saying, "Oh, and your chickens. They ran back to the little nest you dug for them early this morning. I thought there wasn't enough space, so I expanded their nest."
Jiang Muyun looked at Xiaobai, who was circling around her legs, and sighed, "What a bunch of unlucky kids. They finally know to go home now."
The group went back to their homes before it got dark, and Jiang Muyun took the opportunity to count what they had looted from the western suburbs base.
The gold belt for murder and arson, the richness of supplies in the West Suburbs Base may not be as good as that of the local people in the South City like the North District Base, but it is much richer than the foreign engineering players like the South One Base.
Their warehouse was filled with all kinds of dried fruits and vegetables. Jiang Muyun took back enough of each item for ten people without any hesitation.
There were also alcohol, protective clothing, gas masks and other items, and Jiang Muyun also carried them back in ten times the amount.
There were more pots, pans, and bowls as daily necessities. Jiang Muyun picked out some large basins or sealed bottles and jars, and based on the principle of making the best use of things, he filled them with water and brought them back.
The Western Suburbs Base also dug its own reservoir. With so much water in the reservoir, the other two bases certainly couldn't empty it in just two days, so they simply moved the critical supplies back first and transported water when they had spare time.
If the water could not be transported all, some of it would be left for the soldiers staying in the mountains in the western suburbs, and the rest would be distributed to other survivors in the western suburbs. It was hoped that these survivors who had been exploited by the western suburbs base could survive this sandstorm.
Similarly, they distributed foods such as dried mushrooms that were not in short supply in other bases to the survivors in the western suburbs base.
It can also be considered as winning people's hearts in advance.
It is worth mentioning that some people in the Western Suburbs Base are now using dried insects as their staple food.
A lot of dried insects and insect powder are also stored in the warehouse of the western suburbs base.
According to the survivors who were previously imprisoned in the cellar, these things are the staple food for ordinary survivors in the Western Suburbs Base.
As for mushrooms?
They would occasionally have mushrooms during the rainy season, but when the rain stopped, everyone was afraid of running out of water, so they dried the mushrooms but rarely ate them.
Because the Xijiao base strictly controls the amount of supplies and water stored for each survivor.
Once exceeded, the excess will be confiscated by the base.
If the stored supplies are not enough to shelter at home and survive the natural disaster, more supplies will have to be exchanged with the base.
Either by labor or by other materials.
Jiang Muyun brought back some insect powder and dried insects.
She doesn't eat these things, but they are still very practical for feeding chickens.
This saves her chickens from having to go out in the wind and sand to find food.
It also saved the precious food in her space.
Speaking of the chickens in her family, Jiang Muyun really felt that it was a good thing that this was the end of the world and animal mutation was the norm, otherwise the family of five would definitely cause a big ethical drama.
Because the three little guys, who have already taken the form of adult chickens, seem to have no similarities with their parents, except that they are all chickens.
The three cubs didn't inherit any of the shiny feathers, the strangely colored beak, or the solitary and unruly personality.
Since their infancy, the three of them were perfectly normal little balls of fur, soft and tender yellow, and fond of chirping. But as they aged, they lost their appeal to human affection and were only a few pounds away from being thrown into the pot. They also failed to develop the protective covering that their parents had.
Now the three of them look like the most ordinary domestic chickens before the apocalypse. Apart from their love of eating poisonous mushrooms, there is nothing special about them.
This caused a group of people to count the days anxiously every day waiting for the chickens to grow up, fearing that after reaching maturity, these chickens would prove their bloodline to be like their parents overnight.
In addition, Jiang Muyun also asked for a lot of bicycles, which at least ensured that they would not have to dismantle and reassemble the carts when they went out in the future.
Jiang Muyun did not take the more valuable supplies, such as guns, bullets and ammunition.
This thing is too sensitive, and the West Suburbs base doesn't have much in reserve. Instead of scraping off a few, she might as well take some from the space and stuff it into the pile of supplies.
In addition to these, there are also a lot of furniture and appliances in her house.
Qin Shiwen and others placed the furniture that could be placed in a suitable place. The rest of the furniture that could not be placed in a suitable place, as well as some home appliances that were not needed at the moment, were all piled up in a corner where they would not be in the way. They would find a way to install them after the wind and sand passed.
There is also the hand-cranked generator and battery that Jiang Muyun brought back.
Everyone has a set. When you are free at home, you can shake it. No matter how much, you can always save some.
When they can go out and move freely later, they will think about whether there are other ways to generate electricity besides human power, such as making a wind power drive or enslaving a few of their own cubs.
Jiang Muyun finished counting the things, put the things that needed to be put away in space, made room to put the floating house back in, took a comfortable bath, and picked and chose dinner in the space.
Finally, Jiang Muyun settled on a bag of semi-finished octopus balls. They certainly didn't taste as good as freshly made ones, but they were simple to make. From frying them in oil to baking them in the oven, the whole process required no technical skills.
It's suitable for people like her who just want to enjoy themselves after a tiring day.
If you make it yourself, you can coat the meatballs with teriyaki sauce, bonito flakes, and shredded seaweed as much as you like.
Jiang Muyun felt that six were not enough, so he simply heated up the oil pan again and made a bunch of fried semi-finished products and vegetables. He fried and ate them at the same time like hot pot, and also had a glass of ice cola and air conditioning.
How can you not be happy with high carbon, high sugar and high fat!
Next comes the days of physical work every day, so I have to store more energy in my body.
The next day, Jiang Muyun was woken up by Xiaobai.
Looking at Xiaobai scratching around, Jiang Muyun rubbed his eyes, leaned lazily on the bed and yawned: "Is the sandstorm coming?"
Xiaobai whimpered twice and bit Jiang Muyun's trouser leg to try to take her out.
Jiang Muyun patted Xiaobai's head and said, "I know, I know. Don't bother me for now. Get out now. I won't let you suffocate to death."
At the very least, they lived in the mountains, where the terrain was high and there were trees, so they wouldn't be buried directly by the sand.
Jiang Muyun's movements in washing and changing clothes were very slow, as if he was deliberately delaying time. Xiaobai was almost showing dissatisfaction on his face before Jiang Muyun put on a protective suit with a mask on the outside and pushed open the cave door.
Without the help of wind, the larger particles of sand settled overnight, piling up to a thickness of two or three centimeters outside the door.
As soon as Jiang Muyun opened the door, the door panel hit the sand guard board at the door. The sand guard board vibrated slightly, and Jiang Muyun saw gurgling fine sand flowing down the slope of the sand guard board, forming a small sand slope on the ground.
The early morning light fell dimly on the ground, and the dust that had been flying for several days seemed to completely calm down from this moment on.
The breeze was so gentle that it was barely noticeable. Together with the sunlight, it stirred up the tiny dust particles in the air. The whole world seemed to have recovered from the desolation of yesterday's yellow sand. The few remaining dust particles gave the lush trees in front of Jiang Muyun a hazy and ethereal beauty.
If it weren't for the dry and choking air that remained unchanged, the scene before my eyes would have looked very much like the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River that was praised by countless people before the end of the world.
Jiang Muyun found a shovel and shoveled all the sand and soil piled in front of his house into the forest.
It was not until Jiang Muyun walked to the edge of the woods with the last shovel of sand that a strong wind suddenly arose.
There was no need to pour the shovel of sand, it just splashed all over Jiang Muyun's head and face.
Fortunately, she was wearing protective clothing and had not taken off her mask, otherwise she would have sneezed and run home like Xiaobai.
Jiang Muyun leaned against the edge of the woods and carefully wiped the dust off his mask. Then he took two steps at a time, ran to a place with a relatively open view, and climbed onto a huge rock.
Looking into the distance, a turbid, dark red line appeared in the northwest sky.
It surged forward, bringing with it a dim and black chaos, swallowing up everything in the world.
In just a moment, the scene in front of Jiang Muyun disappeared.
The sound of the wind was sharp and piercing, and the originally quiet sand and dust suddenly jumped up violently, celebrating the world that was about to come here.
Jiang Muyun lost his balance a little when his vision was blocked, and was almost blown to the ground by the wind.
She jumped off the boulder and, following her memory and Xiaobai's voice, found her way to the door of her home.
Just before Jiang Muyun closed the door, a blunt force hit the sand guard board heavily.
There was a clang, not sure if it was the sound of the sand guard or Jiang Muyun not being able to control the force when closing the door, but the noise scared Xiaobai so much that he burped on the spot.
A sandstorm is coming.
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