Wu Zhen stared at the photo on the communicator for a long time.
He understood better than anyone that it was extremely difficult for the plants to sprout and grow so well without the help of wood-related abilities and relying entirely on hydroponic technology.
First of all, someone must be watching over the plants at all times, and they must also create an environment with the right temperature and provide them with enough water.
High temperatures and water shortages have caused most bases to abandon planting.
It is really not easy for such a little-known Taoyang to persist in achieving this level under such conditions.
This fully demonstrates that Taoyang attaches great importance to planting.
Unlike Shouan
Wu Jian looked towards his balcony again, which was full of red tomatoes, sweet strawberries, and juicy cucumbers.
If the balcony wasn't too small, and he spent a lot of energy and supernatural powers every day taking care of that useless garden, he would also like to plant watermelons and fruit trees.
I also want to build a green kingdom with my own hands that will amaze the world.
At this time, Mr. Mei sent another message:
"Xiao Zhen, don't be fooled by the fact that Taoyang's sunroom is still relatively small. We have plans to expand it. When the time comes, we will set aside a large area for plantations, which will easily support 10,000 people."
Then he sent me a plan and design drawing of the plantation.
This plan brought a great shock to Wu Zhen. According to the plan, Taoyang's plantation will have a complete set of production and living facilities, and even agricultural product processing plants, agricultural machinery repair plants, etc. It is simply a large-scale commercial agricultural base before the end of the world.
He was speechless and replied:
"Uncle Mei, this is impossible. You're being too idealistic. Building such a large plantation would require unimaginable amounts of water, electricity, manpower, and financial resources. It wouldn't have been easy to build even before the apocalypse."
Mr. Mei simply replied, “Maybe.”
Maybe
Su Tao had also said this to him.
Wu Zhen's throat felt dry. He looked at his wife, who was furious while tutoring their son, swallowed hard, and typed a line of inquiry:
"Are there schools in Dongyang and Taoyang?"
Mei Lao replied:
"There are some in Dongyang, but they're not purely academic schools. They're more military-style, with study in the morning and training in the afternoon. Taoyang does have plans to build an academic school, but it'll probably take some time to prepare."
Wu Zhen was speechless now.
In terms of the emphasis on education, Dongyang and Taoyang are far ahead of Shouan.
There used to be school ruins at the Shouan base, but they were all demolished by these bastard warlords and turned into a weapons processing plant.
Afterwards, he didn't care at all that many children born in the apocalypse among the Shou'an people were illiterate.
The warlords were rich and powerful, so they hired teachers from outside to provide one-on-one instruction to their descendants.
If ordinary people like them want their children to be educated, they have to work and spend a lot of time and energy to teach their children.
There are no suitable teaching materials, no systematic teaching, and even a lack of learning supplies and teaching aids. This is also the reason why my wife often breaks down at home.
For the first time, Wu Zhen felt that life in Shouan was not as good as he had imagined.
At this time, his wife, who had been furious about teaching her son to study, came out and began to vent her anger on him:
"That's your son, not just mine. He's already eight years old! He can't even write his own name. I've been teaching him addition and subtraction within ten for almost half a year, but he still can't do it right! I'm really going crazy."
"Wu Zhen, aren't you anxious? Before the apocalypse, our family were all top students, and your father was even a university professor. Yet, his grandson is illiterate!"
The wife collapsed on the sofa, and soon she began to sob.
Wu Zhen felt very uncomfortable after hearing this. He lowered his head and glanced at the chat history with Uncle Mei, took a deep breath and said:
"Wife, let's move to Taoyang."
——
The supply station where the convoy stopped was much busier than Su Tao had imagined.
Transport teams, caravans, and military personnel from major bases would come here to rest and resupply.
There is even a hotel with a simple appearance, and a shabby little gas station on the right. There are all kinds of people setting up stalls on the roadside. The whole supply station is bustling with people coming and going.
As soon as Su Tao and his companions got out of their convoy's camp, they were spotted by a sharp-eyed hotel tout:
"Would you like a place to stay? We provide hot water and food, and we have private bathrooms and showers. You three are tired from the journey, so why not stay here for a night? Take a comfortable hot bath, order a meal, and rest well so you can continue your journey the next day."
Su Tao asked curiously: "How much is it for one night? How much is the water and meals?"
Seeing that they were dressed neatly and cleanly, and not too pale or skinny, the waiter felt that they were well-off. He rolled his eyes and smiled attentively:
"8,000 Federal Coins per night. As for water, as you know, it's in short supply lately and our costs are high, so we're charging 12,000 Federal Coins per 500 milliliters."
Su Tao was dumbfounded, thinking that someone was trying to rob her money.
But then again, since there is no village or store nearby, people who really need water and food may just grit their teeth and buy it.
Guan Zining took off his sunglasses and military cap with a cold face:
"Ma Dapao, look at me, who am I? Where's the guy who's trying to kill me?"
The waiter saw her face clearly and took a step back in fear. After a while, he scratched his head and smiled awkwardly:
"Sister Guan, I didn't recognize these two strangers. Haha, I was wrong. I'm leaving now."
After saying that, he slipped away without hesitation.
Su Tao looked at Guan Zining: "Are you familiar with the people here?"
Guan Zining nodded. "I'm familiar with it. Every time I go on a mission with the Major General, we have to pass through here. This supply station is the only one within a hundred miles. Almost all teams have to stop here to rest. Over time, I've come to have some dealings with the people here."
"That Ma Dapao just now is a solicitor for this hotel. He's good at judging people by their appearance. The more he cheats us, the higher his commission. After I taught him a lesson, he'll avoid people from Dongyang whenever he sees them."
Su Tao asked: "What is the original reasonable price?"
"It's not cheap either. We stayed there before, and it cost almost 3,000 federal coins a night. Even though there was no water shortage, a 500ml bottle of water cost 800 federal coins. Now it's probably ten times that much."
Su Tao thought of the water placed in Lin Fangzhi's space, and roughly calculated that it could be sold for one million federal coins here.
Her savings were only 500,000 federal dollars.
Thinking of this, Su Tao looked at Guan Zining with wide eyes and asked expectantly:
"Sister Guan, can I set up a stall here and sell some water and fuel? I won't sell a lot, but I'll be happy with a little extra money."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com