Chapter 969: The friendship between friendly countries is deep, and they treat us to insect explosion sauce
The coast was filled with large and small ships. Some of them helped the Chinese ships unload things, some helped pick up people, and there were countless skinny children in the sea, helping the Chinese fleet with things they could do.
The children's eyes were shining, and the adults were simple and hardworking. In a short while, they helped hundreds of boats to dock. In order to prevent thieves and the like, local officials even arranged many boats for protection.
But Jingshu wants to say that this is not necessary at this time.
Why?
Because at this moment, almost all of their ships were filled with the stinking smell of fermented carrion worms, the smell was so strong that even children would cover their noses and gag, or there were ships covered with strange green plants growing all over the ship.
There wasn't a normal ship at all.
Just ask this stinking ship. If a thief came, he would probably shake his head, cry bitterly, leave behind his clothes and swear never to be a thief again.
Well, now the Chinese fleet really has nothing to steal except for the artillery shells and weapons.
However, Jingshu still shook her head and sighed, saying that it was indeed a friendly country. Look at how enthusiastic they were. It was not like when they were on the shore of a certain country some time ago, when there were greedy people all around, grabbing the swimming rings and even the anchor.
But it's the end of the world now, why are the people of this small country still so simple and honest, as if not much has changed?
That was naturally because of poverty. Before the apocalypse, they were already very poor and had little to eat. After the apocalypse, they were still very poor. However, they were on the seashore, picking up whatever they could to eat, which at least meant they could still have food to eat. To be honest, whether it was the apocalypse or not didn't have a big impact on them.
It's just a change of way of living.
The official receptionist turned out to be a fat man named Wu La, a dark-skinned man who spoke fluent Chinese. He brought a large, impressive tourist bus, which had been shipped from China over a decade earlier, and asked Mr. Zhou and a group of others to board.
The fleet left more than half of its crew to watch over the ship. After all, a shipload of carrion worms was a treasure.
Hao Yunlai and Xiaowei stayed at home to look after the house, while Jingshu brought Tank and a few others with Mr. Zhou to go out for shopping, and sell some things to friendly countries in exchange for some supplies.
"Friends from afar, please allow us to show some hospitality first, and then we can exchange supplies. A group of people from your country just arrived today and are already waiting at the embassy. Don't worry, this time it is our country's turn to help you poor and pitiful people."
Wu La's face was full of sympathy. He had just seen that what was being transported down were all boatloads of carrion worms, the kind of food that even their dogs wouldn't eat. Why was China so pitiful?
Mr. Zhou's face froze, and he nodded while coughing. Forget it, he couldn't destroy other people's kindness.
This small country is indeed very poor, so poor that Jingshu has only seen the kind of skyscrapers on TV. There are no skyscrapers, just like China in the 1970s, with the tallest buildings being four or five stories high.
On both sides are mud houses or stone houses, and there are also some familiar buildings.
But - to be honest, when Jingshu came here, she thought she had come to China decades ago. Why are the buildings here the same as they were in China forty or fifty years ago?
The embassy is the local town government. It is a five-story building that was built with the help of China.
Jingshu's face looked strange, and she suddenly remembered a joke from the past: she bought a lot of things when traveling around the world, but when she came back, all the labels said "Made in China".
Then many people travel to India or remote countries, wanting to experience the local characteristics. It turns out that all the buildings are ancient buildings from decades ago in China. Netizens are still joking: "Well, I have traveled back to China decades ago." It's so funny, I didn't expect it to be true.
Ula expressed sincere gratitude: "Twenty years ago, China helped us build railways, roads, and such beautiful buildings. This time, we will also do our best to provide you with supplies. You must seize more supplies from Israel. Those damned things have turned the Middle East upside down."
Mr. Zhou nodded: "Don't worry, we are just going to purchase goods this time."
In the empty embassy hall, Jing Shu saw a whole team of well-organized
Zhen Nantian is ready to go.
Zhen Nantian brought a team of ten people this time. Except for one or two people Jingshu knew, she didn't know anyone else.
Zhen Nantian saluted Mr. Zhou first and reported the situation. Then, noticing Jingshu standing behind Mr. Zhou, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Jingzi is here too. Long time no see. And Yang Yang, Tank, you're all here too."
The team members behind Zhen Nantian showed surprised expressions. The captain hasn't laughed for a long time, right?
Jing Shu gently shook hands with Zhen Nantian and said hello, smiling, "It's been a while since we last met in the capital. I'll have to trouble you to transport some of the dark energy and other items back. We'll go over the details later."
"good."
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Wu La called for people to serve the food.
In fact, everyone sits on the ground, and there is a large piece of green leaves in front of each person to put food.
The lunch was a local specialty, with rice stuck together with all the red and blue ingredients and sauces, and it was wrapped in a strange kind of leaf.
The sauce is a local specialty, made from pickled live insects.
The juice bursts out when you bite it, and there is a bitter taste followed by a mixture of spicy, sour and sweet flavors. This is the highest hospitality in the local area.
After Jingshu took two bites, she calmly gave the whole meal to Tank.
Mr. Zhou also ate with gusto, and gave Wu La a thumbs up, praising the food. But Jingshu knew that Mr. Zhou, the socialite, didn't like to eat at all.
If Mr. Zhou really liked it, he wouldn't have kept holding the thermos and drinking three cups of tea.
It was hard for Mr. Zhou, as he was forced to eat another portion by Wu La, hahahaha...
As for the others, they were really wolfing down their food. For the past ten days on the boat, they had been eating all sorts of cockroach meat, eating it every meal, and the stench was so overwhelming that it almost made them vomit. Now, let alone that, even shit would taste delicious.
This made Ula look even more sympathetic. Originally, he wanted to exchange the supplies for a higher price, but now he decided to sell them to the friendly country at a loss. Look at how hungry these people in the friendly country are.
The meal is over.
Start buying supplies.
Wu Ladi said, "We'll give you water for free. As for food, we have this kind of pickled insect sauce, which goes really well with rice. We also have various plant roots, which are great for making soup. Of course, as for staple food, we don't have rice, but we do have a local dark taro powder that's great for making black bread."
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