greenhouse
This was a bolt from the blue for Peeta.
He was still waiting to use the money from selling iron products to buy thick clothes!
After working restlessly for the whole morning, during the lunch break, Peeta took his leaf-wrapped lunch and hurried to an ordinary shack in the civilian area of the territory.
There were several idle young men gathered near the house, but they had iron bars on their waists, looking like they were armed.
Under the falling snow, some of them wore worn leather coats, and some wore fur coats. Although they were not as exquisite and gorgeous as those of the nobles, they were still warm and practical.
"Peeta is here!" someone shouted, and then let Peeta in.
The house was crowded. An iron stove sat at the far end, a fire burning. Several elderly women were kneading dough and cooking. Further inside was a small room, one Peeta didn't dare enter, as it was said to be "that person's" room.
"Peeta, did you hear the news? They're out of stock."
A young man sitting in the room, eating some fried rice, glances at the meal in Peeta's hands and asks, "What did you bring?"
"I..." Peeta tucked the leaf bag behind him. "My grandmother made vegetable pancakes."
"That's right, you have your grandmother to take care of you. The meals your factory employees eat are expensive, taste bad, and lack nutrition. Only those who don't have family to help cook have to eat them." The young man smiled and said, "Cheers, my grandmother cooks my meals too."
He acknowledged "that person" as his godfather, so it's not surprising that he called her grandma.
However, Peeta didn't care what his name was. He asked nervously, "Is it true? I heard that the Windsor store is closing and our wages are going to be reduced..."
Before he could finish his words, the young man shook his head. His captivating blue eyes held a deep worry. "Peeta, not only will your wages be reduced, but even your furs..."
“No more.”
For a moment, Peeta's face turned pale.
"I'm sorry, you'll have to return empty-handed today."
"That..."
"Like I said, everyone has a grandmother. Peeta, I have to take care of my family first. I don't have furs to sell to you or anyone else. You're on your own."
Peeta left the house dejectedly, and the people behind him also sighed.
"The Windsor shop was like a fairy tale, but now the fairy tale is over and it's time to face reality."
"Reality..." Another man leaned against the wall, looking up at the sky. Without a cigarette in hand, he felt that even death would be incomplete. "What is reality? Is it that everyone is freezing and starving? Or... that most people can't even get enough to eat, while the food is wasted on a few? The daily banquet expenses are so high that even ordinary people can't even imagine."
The rest just remained silent.
The constant music and dancing day and night had already worn away their deep-seated loyalty. It would have been fine before the end of the world, but at least they could afford clothes and food.
After the apocalypse, even such rights were gone. Their lives were not worth a piece of cake for the nobles.
But what is the difference between them and the nobles?
In this territory, the resources were collected by their hard work, the tools were forged by their work, and even the territory was defended with their blood and lives.
Apart from that meaningless surname, they have more right to live than the nobles.
Although everyone was thinking this in their hearts, no one said it out loud.
"Isn't it a good thing that reality has come?" At this time, the young man finished eating fried rice, came out with the bowl, and happened to meet a few people who were chatting.
"Arthur means..."
"Don't tell me you like to whitewash the situation. Wouldn't it be better to expose the reality to Margaret and her nobles?"
"I'm already looking forward to that day. I want to crack open Margaret's head and taste whether the taste inside is as sweet as her last name."
Arthur's expression was distorted and his tone was harsh, which made the remaining people shudder instantly.
Did Arthur really think so? Although they hated the nobles, they would never think of using such a perverted method to deal with them - after all, they were... nobles.
However, Arthur laughed again: "Did you really believe it? It was just a joke. After eating, I'll go wash the dishes."
The rest of the people breathed a sigh of relief and saw him turn and enter the outermost room.
At this moment, in the conference room not far away, Margaret looked at the two shop assistants grimly. Finally, she couldn't control her etiquette anymore and shouted, "Waste!" She threw the things on the table at them.
The Windsor shop was damaged and all items could only be sold cheaply on the task board.
The finances, which had been barely holding together, suddenly collapsed like a straw breaking the camel's back. Holes were everywhere, and money needed to be filled. Workers' salaries, resource acquisitions...everything required points.
The ministers have already asked for an audience one by one.
"It was just splashed with feces and urine. It can be used again after cleaning." These are the original words of the ministers.
It's simply rubbing the dignity of the royal family into the ground!
Fortunately, there are still a lot of iron products, which can be sold to last for a while, but then...
Margaret was filled with panic. Growing up listening to the history of her ancestors' governance, she had no doubt that she would continue the royal family's glory. But now...
"Queen, we don't have enough points for daily maintenance of the factory equipment. Please see..."
Suddenly, another message popped up on the screen. Margaret was about to throw the screen away when a sentence caught her eye.
"Oh my God, dear Garrett, I found a hair in my lunch. Is the Queen not paying her servants enough? This has never happened since I was born, but it happened after the Queen took the throne!"
These words came from a 90-year-old Duchess, and judging by the title, they were addressed to the wrong person.
At this moment, Margaret felt her face flush red, and she almost crawled into the ground with shame.
Even the Duchess couldn't help but speak. She couldn't imagine how many people were waiting for her to embarrass herself. She immediately transferred some of the points she had just earned to the butler who managed the servants.
But there were still many areas where money was needed. How did the territory get to this point? Margaret was racking her brains.
After a moment, she looked at the few remaining iron tools.
With her experience in her previous life, Margaret knew that iron products were very valuable, so she hired workers in the territory in advance to produce iron tools in large quantities.
This time the trade channel appeared ahead of time and it is even more convenient!
She sold the iron tools at the prices she remembered as popular, expecting a huge sale. Unexpectedly, the prices at Hungry Hungry's shop were even lower, and all of Margaret's customers went to Hungry Hungry.
Yes!
Variables! According to the trajectory of the previous life, the territory would never have reached this point today. And the beginning of all the variables... is the Hungry Hungry Territory -
The source of everything!
"Someone!" Margaret suddenly cried out. "Go find a man named Arthur! Have him come to me! I'm sending him to Hungry Hungry!"
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Ye Miaomiao had no idea that she was being targeted.
She was setting up a heating system in her nearly completed glass greenhouse. She initially planned to light a fire for warmth, but found that the half-acre plot of land was small, and the stove would take up most of it.
The large heating equipment [central air conditioning] in [Contract (Content): Transaction], although small and convenient, is too expensive.
Ye Miaomiao added a coal-fired stove outside the greenhouse, and then used the hot air equipment in the contract together with the coal-fired stove to create a hot air furnace. In this way, he spent less money and achieved almost the same effect as central air conditioning.
A player who doesn't know how to exploit bugs is not a good player.
Ye Miaomiao: Get the clever one.
She walked into the greenhouse happily and prepared to plan the planting of half an acre of land.
Ye Miaomiao specifically asked the beekeeper about the nectar-producing plants that bees use to collect pollen. They need to have long flowering periods and produce a lot of nectar, such as rapeseed, sesame, cotton, fruit trees like citrus, peach, and longan trees, and spice crops like lavender.
The cotton field covers two acres, but it is impossible to harvest cotton in winter.
Ye Miaomiao realized that sesame paste eggs required a lot of sesame paste, and the stock in the territory was often depleted, causing the production of sesame paste eggs to stop. So she simply used part of the land to grow sesame seeds.
Some of them plant fresh vegetables that bloom frequently, such as cucumbers, so that the people in the territory can always eat freshly picked vegetables in winter.
The last two small open spaces were planted with two citrus trees, one on the left and one on the right, which just filled up the entire greenhouse.
Winter had not yet arrived, but the snow was already falling thickly. A thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the earth, whether along the riverbanks or on the thick earth plains, whether loess or black soil.
The next disaster is obviously not a disaster suitable for planting.
The greenhouse only needed one or two farmers, and Ye Miaomiao had originally planned to have a self-recommendation system, where anyone who signed up could come. Unexpectedly, everyone was so enthusiastic that almost everyone signed up!
Ye Miaomiao adopted a shift system, with a harvest every seven days.
During the rest of the farming season, Ye Miaomiao paid half of their wages. Other benefits, such as three meals a day, were very low cost for the territory, so they were still free.
The expenses of the territory are not high, so everyone is happy with this arrangement.
Even more gratifying news: as the temperature in the greenhouse climbed, a bewildered bee buzzed out of the quiet hive. Although it flew back in after a moment, the beekeeper said this was a good sign, indicating that the bees would soon emerge from their hibernation and resume their daily honey-gathering routine.
If all goes well, the territory will be producing honey soon!
Ye Miaomiao carefully closed the door of the greenhouse. The cold wind mixed with ice and snow that blew towards her made her feel like she was in spring breeze, and she smiled brightly.
Zhang Ya's success in scientific research led to a surge in glass windows in every household, and the people in the territory jokingly called her "Dr. Zhang." Although it was just a joke, it made many people truly understand the importance of scientific research.
Some people who have some technical knowledge feel that they should contribute.
From the time Ye Miaomiao received the notice to install glass windows to the time she came out of the greenhouse, she received quite a few private messages recommending herself.
One of the messages caught her attention - "Lord Ye, I have some experience in floor heating. I might be able to help research floor heating technology."
Ye Miaomiao was overjoyed!
Floor heating is actually a very primitive technology, having appeared long before the Iron Age. However, it is very cumbersome and wastes resources, so Ye Miaomiao has never considered researching it.
If we have modern floor heating as a reference, perhaps we can improve the ancient floor heating technology!
Ye Miaomiao quickly replied to the private message and asked him to go to the research institute to find a researcher.
There was a large pile of private messages left, and the number was increasing. Ye Miaomiao flipped through them but didn't see anything useful, so she put them aside and would check again when they accumulated.
As the temperature gradually drops, Ye Miaomiao has to clean up the inventory and prepare to start selling various cold-proof supplies.
Thinking about it, he walked towards the warehouse.
At this moment in the residential area, Luo Zhiwen was holding his chin high, wearing a homemade leather jacket he had found from somewhere, with his hands crossed and his legs shaking, boasting proudly to the people in front of him.
"Look, buying that cotton-padded sweater and down jacket, you do the math, that's a full seventy-seven points! And this outfit I'm wearing only cost thirty points!"
"Not to mention, I also sold..." He lowered his voice a little: "I made 300 points from selling those!"
The law had not yet been introduced when he was selling things, and no one has pursued him yet, which he is quite proud of.
I often mentioned it to a few familiar brothers. Now, I happened to meet my wife's brother, so I went up to him and had a chat with him.
The praise he expected did not appear, and the people in front of him were rather worried.
"Zhiwen, you won't be cold dressed like this, right? After all, this is the end of the world! It's the disaster of the 'frozen snowfield'! Winter is not easy to endure, you see..."
"How could that be!" Luo Zhiwen interrupted him impatiently, spreading out his clothes: "Do you think I'm cold? As long as I can keep warm, there's no need to be so particular!"
He returned to the original topic, "If you ask me, you're just too honest. If you were smarter and more diligent, you could all resell clothes, whether to other territories or anyone else. That way, everyone would be rich, and the lord wouldn't pursue the matter."
"Be like me and wear cheaper clothes, as long as they keep you warm."
Several people looked at him blankly: If he sold his clothes to others, what would he wear? Besides...his so-called "warm" clothes were just a windproof leather jacket.
"Look at me, isn't this normal? Nothing happened!"
Luo Zhiwen continued: "Jiawen's uncle, look..."
Before he finished speaking, Jiawen's uncle waved his hand and said, "I have something else to do. I'll leave first."
After saying that, he hurriedly left Luo Zhiwen, who still had a lot to say and was hesitant to speak, and walked towards home.
Since separating from Luo Zhiwen, his sister has started working. Fortunately, she has a younger child at home, and his wife has to stay at home every day, so his sister can leave the child at his house and go out to work during the day.
Not long after I returned, my sister followed me back.
My wife helps take care of the kids, and my sister secretly wants to give her some points, but the couple refuses to give them. So every time she comes, she brings some fruits, nuts, and other snacks, and this time was no exception.
Jiawen's uncle pulled her sister aside, away from the children, and repeated Luo Zhiwen's words to her: "He probably wants to get back together with you, and he keeps talking to me. I just have one thing to say: whether you get back together or not, don't take this disaster lightly. Your health is the most important thing."
The woman wiped her tears and nodded. Of course she knew.
Life is the most important thing, whether for the child or for herself.
"I'm glad you know." Jiawen's uncle nodded with satisfaction. Only then did he see his sister holding a large sack and stuffing it into his hands. How much stuff would it take to hold so much?
He withdrew his hand almost as if he had been electrocuted: "With so many things, what are you doing!"
"It looks like a lot, but it's not much!" My sister laughed and said, "You don't know, the lord is still selling winter supplies. I just went to the store and saw that there are quite a lot of good things."
"These are some cotton yarn, wool, needles, and knitting needles... Didn't my sister-in-law say she was bored at home taking care of the kids? Now she can knit some clothes."
Jiawen's uncle was overjoyed. He had just been chatting with Luo Zhiwen and hadn't even seen the message in the group chat! No wonder the store suddenly became lively.
"But... winter supplies are so expensive!" With the news of the previous incident at the border crossing, everyone had a certain understanding of the high prices of essential supplies before the disaster. "There are so many, we can't accept them!"
"Brother!" the younger sister laughed, "We are hungry."
Yes, when have the prices in Hungry Hungry Territory ever disappointed everyone?
The brother and sister smiled at each other.
"I don't even know if your sister-in-law can knit a sweater!" After laughing, Jiawen's uncle became worried again: "She knitted a scarf for me when we were dating, and later I found out that she bought it ready-made on Taobao."
Sister: “…” and silently handed over the sack.
The arrival of the wool on the shelves caused a stir in the territory. It proved that knitting sweaters is indeed a technical job.
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