Chapter 847 It suddenly lost its fragrance
The office lady in her professional attire initially showed some disdain, thinking that a few kilograms of moxa leaves were useless and that they were pretending to be garlic. But then she turned around and heard, "How many tons? Tons?" She stammered, "Is it tons? How many tons? Not a few kilograms or ounces?"
The unit of ton is two thousand times that of jin. Although the woman was also a clerk handling large materials in Xinlan, in this apocalyptic world, there are not many materials that can be measured in tons.
Unfortunately, Jingshu ignored her and didn't answer her, because Mr. Zhang had already rushed over excitedly, pushed her out of the way, and excitedly talked to Jingshu about purchasing mugwort leaves: "Hey, girl, you are really our lucky star. With so much mugwort leaves, it really solved our urgent need!"
Hearing that there were so many mugwort leaves, they also had some protective measures. Just when everyone was taking a breath, the wounded lying on the ground trembled violently, rolled his eyes and died.
Zhang Lao's assistant came forward to examine him and said, "It must be a worm lurking in the six internal organs... gnawing at the heart."
Elder Zhang frowned and squatted down to check. He shook his head and said, "He suddenly lost his breath. It must have been caused by a worm that had burrowed into his brain."
The atmosphere turned cold again.
"Mr. Zhang, what should we do with the body? We can't cremate it now. The body bag isn't that strong. If we leave it alone, some of the bugs inside might escape and crawl out, or a mother bug might lay eggs and hatch more..."
At this point, many people took a step back.
"We can't find the bugs inside, so we might as well bury them on the spot to prevent them from harming us all." A little fat man in the crowd whispered.
To bury on the spot means to throw the body down and let it be eaten by more insects.
Jun Bao walked up coldly and glared at the confused little fat man. "My soldiers, you need as many as you brought with you when you leave. Even if your corpses are eaten up, you must take back the skeletons."
Everyone was terrified.
Jingshu didn't know whether the tyrant was such a good person, but she knew that this was to stabilize the morale of the army.
Jun Bao then asked Dr. Zhang, "Is there any way to prevent this?"
"Put the body in my sealed laboratory. I also need to do some research. After dissecting it, remove all the worms and then seal it. With Jingshu's mugwort, I think the situation will be better."
Jun Bao urgently dispatched airtight protective suits: "There are only a thousand sets of protective suits, but you are the elite of the elite in this operation, so you will be given priority."
Everyone present put on protective clothing again and instantly felt that the level of safety had been greatly improved.
Jingshu secretly put on a leather raincoat under her protective suit and smeared on insect-killing wind oil. If she hadn't been too stuffy, she would have also put on a bulletproof vest. Jingshu never took her own safety lightly.
The mugwort leaves were quickly distributed to each vehicle and point. All staff had to put down their work, first rub out the moxa sticks needed for their own vehicles, and then fumigate the vehicles from top to bottom, inside and out, before they could feel at ease.
The command center has stipulated that fumigation must be carried out every three hours.
Even the elites in the command vehicle had to rub their own moxa sticks. They sat at the conference table and rubbed the moxa sticks carefully.
"Jingshu, it's dangerous outside. We should all stay together to take care of each other. If you feel carsick, go lie down in my lounge."
No one else said anything about such privileges. Most people faced the reality and knew that the status of a big boss who could provide several tons of medicinal materials must be extraordinary among those in power.
Jun Bao had said so, what could Jing Shu do? She had no choice but to end her short and comfortable life in the Hulk RV. When she came back up, she was carrying a huge black box and followed by a fat chicken.
The man and the chicken underwent strict inspection and fumigation. In fact, there was no need to worry because the Hulk was seamlessly connected. When the huge mouth appeared at the door, no one thought there could be any bugs here.
The arrival of the fat chicken almost stunned the elites present, but they were all well-mannered. Although they were surprised that their mouths could fit an egg, they didn't say anything.
Jun Bao explained: "This is Jingshu's grandmother. She was afraid that she would be hungry, so she brought some laying hens.
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"I've never seen such a big chicken."
“Bigger than a turkey.”
"He's as strong as a calf. I don't know what he ate to grow up."
"How many eggs can it lay?"
The door of the lounge was closed and no one paid attention to the people inside because it was dinner time. It was a special potato pancake, frozen cauliflower soup soaked in cold water, and a dry and hard rice ball, which was soaked in water to be used as a kind of rice porridge.
This is already the top configuration and a top quality product.
Although the group's mouths were not covered in grease, they were extremely satisfied, especially since they were not allowed to open the door at will, the kitchen staff had stopped working, and even hot water was not supplied.
Everyone was enjoying the meal when a rich aroma wafted out.
"Do you smell the mutton soup?"
"Hiss...it smells so good, is it my imagination?"
Then, an increasingly strong aroma wafted from the lounge.
One is that Hao Yunlai, who was half asleep, gave his share to Wanzi.
Jun Bao moved his index finger, then waved his hand to distribute the food to his assistants, and said casually: "You guys eat first." Then he put his hands behind his back and walked into the lounge in two steps.
The moment the lounge was opened, everyone saw a huge pot with white smoke coming out. If they listened carefully, they could hear the gurgling sound of boiling. Then a large piece of fat and lean meat was dipped in the pot. When it was taken out, it was already a thin slice of meat that was cooked through and fragrant.
I don’t know what kind of sauce it was dipped in, but it seemed to contain sesame seeds, chopped green onions and sesame oil.
The hot pot meat covered with sauce was casually put into the mouth, and the fat and lean meat squeezed each other and burst out the juice...
Hao Yunlai held the meal in his hand, moved his nose, and suddenly woke up from his drowsy dream. Then he handed his portion to Wanzi and came to the lounge impatiently.
Finally, he closed the door.
The sound of swallowing saliva was heard over and over again. Some people moved their noses hard, and some people smacked their lips, as if they were still savoring the taste of the scene just now.
I thought it was a top-notch food just now, but it suddenly lost its flavor.
Even the cauliflower rice soup seemed bland.
There was only one thought in my mind: if I couldn't eat meat, even drinking some soup would be delicious.
In the lounge.
Hao Yunlai, who was chosen as the squad leader, smiled shyly and said, "Mirror, you are still as meticulous as ever."
How could she not be meticulous? Jingshu was holding a plate of lush green onions, cutting them into chopped pieces on the spot, and then pulling out some seedlings from a potted cilantro plant.
The chopped green onions, garlic and coriander that are available anytime and anywhere are more complete than they were in the past.
"It's the same old rule. It's not free, but I don't want virtual currency this time." Jingshu enthusiastically prepared a saucepan for the two of them and also served them fragrant mutton soup.
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