Chapter 827 Even Daddy Was Not Spared
This group of people was much slower than the people in the convoy, but fortunately they still had transportation and were relatively wealthy. Following the second wave of people were all the family members of the food department. They were walking. Of course, according to the community model, they would definitely walk like this, but this was in the food department, and the benefits were still very good. There were special transportation tools such as the Hulk that could be rotated.
At least I can rest for about half a day every few days.
"Team 1 has passed through eight tunnels. All is going well ahead. Report complete."
"Team 1, second wave, has passed through two tunnels and is 2 kilometers away. Report complete."
"Hikers have begun entering the tunnel. All is going well. Report completed!"
When the convoy had passed through many tunnels, the migrants on foot lined up in a long queue and slowly entered the tunnel, starting their long march.
"Everyone, please note that today's destination is the Xingxing Service Station, 25 kilometers away. Hikers will take a 15-minute break every two hours and resupply after arriving at the service station. Other groups please arrange their own time."
The latest news kept coming from the intercom.
Jingshu drove at a snail's pace of 15 yards, stirring up a cloud of dust. This was because the tunnel was not a concrete floor, flat and unobstructed, but a tunnel dug by a bunch of insects. It was amazing that Jiang Jiang could make a two-story RV drive through it. Moreover, the road was sometimes downhill and sometimes uphill, making it very difficult to drive.
Especially the section of road out of the tunnel. Although there was a tow truck in front to help push away the heavy snow, the constant snowing soon made the road full of snow again. The exhaust gas melted the snow and quickly froze. Even the German MAN with a highly anti-skid chassis would skid on it.
Jingshu felt a bit like she was driving a tractor. In short, this was not as cool as she had imagined, where she could just run over everything on the road at will. The flying dust and clods of earth in the tunnel, the heavy snow outside the tunnel blocking the road and making it slippery, and other problems made Jingshu even more irritable.
Grandma Jing used her rough hands to fiddle with the dried chilies in the winnowing basket, saying, "I don't know what your parents will do about this. Is everything going well?"
"Hi, grandma, my dad left with the main group from the farm right after lunch. They were all using special vehicles to escort the livestock, so he wouldn't be tired. My mom also left with the cattle leader. They're waiting for us at the next service area. We'll rest there today."
"Repair?"
"Yes, I live in the service area."
“We’ve only walked 20 kilometers.”
"Grandma, you forgot there's a group of migrants behind us who can't move very fast."
"What a sin! Can you even walk down such a long way..."
"No problem."
The RV swayed forward, carrying another small RV, followed by dozens of Hulks in front and behind. In the dark apocalyptic world, there were countless mud mermaids hiding in the darkness, protecting the RV steadily in the center. Once there was danger, they would rush to the front.
Two hours later, the convoy arrived safely at the Xingxing Service Station. The voices of other groups of people could no longer be heard on the walkie-talkies. The hiking group had only walked 6 kilometers. They had to reach the service area before their mission for the day would be over.
Walking only 21 kilometers on the first day was already very slow. This was just to let the migrants get used to it slowly. When the road conditions were still clear, Jingshu could walk a maximum of 40 kilometers a day in her previous life. This was really the limit. Those who fell behind would die, either by freezing to death or by exhaustion.
However, sometimes the roads will be blocked or closed, and you won’t be able to go far in various situations. You may even be stuck for several days.
The renovated service area serves as a transit station and its biggest use is for supplies. It stores food and some supplies and is under strict guard, so no vehicles or personnel are allowed to enter the service area. Of course, temporary livestock bases and mobile vegetable greenhouses are also inside.
"All vehicles, repair in this tunnel."
The modified police car No. 1 was blocked at the head of the tunnel, and the RV of Jingshu's family was blocked at the end of the tunnel.
The wind and snow were basically blocked out. Although the tunnel was a little darker, the temperature was not so cold at least.
Jingshu's RV is not as fragile as other private cars. It has a double heating system and there is light at the entrance. The whole family also likes this location because it is not depressing.
The 1-kilometer-long tunnel can accommodate 14 private cars and 5 carpooling buses, which is quite spacious.
As soon as the car stopped and everyone hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath, Sanliang gathered everyone together:
"Now I'll arrange the next tasks. Each family will provide one worker. We need to dig four toilets. The pits need to be deep so that people who come after us can use them. There will be people who collect feces. As usual, you earn 0.2 virtual coins for each toilet you use. You can also collect toilets from RVs, 1 virtual coin per bucket."
Many people whispered, "They've already migrated, and they still don't let their shit go. This is really too much."
"So are you going to come up?"
"There are 0.2 virtual coins for pooping, only a fool would not do it."
Sanliang waved his hand and continued, "Of course, we still need to collect snow water from outside, boil it and distribute it to everyone for use today. We also need to clear the snow around us and do a lot of other preparations."
“Everyone in the carpool group takes a turn every five days.”
"Those who don't contribute labor can pay. 10 virtual coins can directly hire someone for the carpooling group. Oh, and just to clarify, family number 4 doesn't have to contribute labor or money."
"Family number 4? The one with the double-decker RV blocking the wind? That's so unfair."
"If you need wind protection, our car can also do it."
"Take a break. Your little rickshaw is the only thing that can block the wind. It's good enough that it's not blown away."
Sanliang said seriously, "Since Family No. 4 participated in the construction of this tunnel and made a huge contribution to this migration, the entire Food Department will show their gratitude and give them preferential treatment during the migration."
"So, do you have any other opinions?"
"If not, get to work."
At this time, most people looked at Family No. 4 differently, with a certain degree of admiration and surprise.
In fact, many people have been curious about this inexplicable tunnel. If they were talking about migration, how could such a long tunnel be built? It seems like it was specially prepared for migration. However, this tunnel stretches for who knows how many kilometers, so it is probably not built recently.
Only those who are well-informed know some inside stories, but this makes them even more awed by Family No. 4.
What exactly does Family Number 4 do? So far, only a little girl and the old man who just arrived as a representative have appeared.
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