Chapter 370 Planning of the New Base
"Sister-in-law, are the houses still made of metal? Made like the ones in Shicheng?" Guo Zi asked. If so, he would now clean up the materials and make a plan.
Lan Shiruo hadn't thought about this yet. "What do you think?"
"I think houses in Shicheng are better," Miaomiao said. "Before the apocalypse, weren't light steel villas becoming popular? That shows they have advantages and a market. Besides, there are so many apocalyptic crises right now. Who knows if this coastal area can survive the apocalypse for long? If not, wouldn't all the houses we worked so hard to build be wasted? We'd have to rebuild them again if we moved somewhere else, which would be a waste of time and money, and there would be a long period of chaos, with everything having to start from scratch. But houses in Shicheng are different. We can take them with us wherever we go, and when we move, we don't have to worry about where to live after we're buried. As for safety, comfort, and resistance, those aren't really a concern. We're all superhumans now, and even reinforced concrete houses wouldn't be able to withstand them. Steel houses are better than reinforced concrete houses when it comes to surviving earthquakes alone. We don't have to worry about being buried. Isn't that exactly what we need right now? What do you think?"
Miaomiao is carefree and doesn't like to use her brain, but what she said makes some sense.
Lu Chaoyang raised a few questions, not to criticize Miaomiao or to oppose her opinions, but simply to discuss the facts. "If there's another hurricane like the previous one, can steel houses withstand it? What if the population increases in the future and steel houses have height restrictions, and there's not enough reinforced concrete buildings to accommodate them? What should we do if there's only so much space? And there's also the issue of materials. Although we have plenty in stock and can produce minerals, we can't keep up with the rate of population growth. What will we do then?"
Miaomiao bared her teeth. How could she know that these were issues that an old fox should consider?
Ding Jiajia smirked, "Why would an old fox bother a straightforward person? It's good enough that she can come up with all those suggestions. If you keep asking, she'll explode on the spot."
Miaomiao was furious and opened the claws of the big palm leaf fan to slap him, "Are you looking for death?"
Ding Jiajia covered the back of his head and ran away. Tigress, oh tigress, his life is over.
Lu Chaoyang rolled his eyes, not wanting to bother with these two idiots. But the problem he had just raised was something that really needed to be solved.
Guo Zi rubbed his forehead and thought for a moment before saying, "If it's about combating natural marine disasters like tsunamis, I can handle it. I can just fix it when the time comes, or make changes to the arrangement and shape. We can also dig air-raid shelters and take shelter in them during a disaster, and store the entire house inside. Although it's a bit more troublesome, it's a way to minimize the losses. As for the capacity issue, each space is independent, so increasing it to ten stories is no problem. With the materials we have, it can accommodate about 100 million people. For future gaps, we'll either have to find new materials or research new types."
Lan Shiruo listened to what they said. Although she knew there were many problems, they all preferred to build steel houses.
Perhaps they were frightened by the apocalyptic disaster, subconsciously believing that there was no place in the world where they could live permanently and that they might be forced to migrate at any time. If they didn't have a magical space, this solution wouldn't work. They might have suggested setting up tents. After all, building reinforced concrete houses is time-consuming, labor-intensive, and requires materials, which are in short supply in the apocalypse.
Lan Shiruo reflected. There had indeed been many disasters in the past. Few places in the world, let alone her own, could sustain long-term human survival. As for whether the coastal areas would remain habitable, her memory was hazy. She hadn't been there before her death, and after becoming a ghost, Ao Chengyi didn't seem to have been there either. By then, everyone had essentially migrated north, and he'd sought revenge only by seeking help from those in the north. So, she had no idea what the south was like, and she hadn't heard much from anyone else.
It is feasible to continue manufacturing steel houses. The only difficult problem is the demand for materials, but it is not completely unsolvable.
She could plunder the world, always finding materials to build houses for hundreds of millions of people. She could also have the mineral spirits frantically manufacture in space. The speed was a bit slow, but not so slow that it would take decades to produce. Waiting a year or two would be enough. The number of people in their base would increase, but it wouldn't happen overnight. To reach billions overnight would require a long transition period.
As for other potential crises, they have not yet emerged, so there is no need to think too much about them. Anyway, things will work out in the end and they will be resolved.
"Then continue to manufacture steel houses. Use what can be used first. Guo Zi, study carefully how to save the most materials and accommodate the most people without compromising quality."
"good."
The big team discussed many problems and solutions, as well as the planning of the base.
City X is at the center of the entire coastline, and the base command center is also set up here, radiating in both directions and radiating inland after stabilization.
The problem we face now is how to clean up these shaky security bases along the coast.
The bodies had to be dealt with, the houses had to be dealt with, and the basements and underground passages that existed had to be filled in.
Don't give any harmful creatures a chance to take advantage. Who knows if there are big monsters hiding in those empty basements, and whether there will be crises lurking in the future.
"But how are we going to do it?" Zhang Yun asked. It's impossible to search every inch of the land, right?
Lan Shiruo was also worried. In the past, cities were built with subways that were well-connected and up to a thousand meters deep. There were also all kinds of underground shopping malls. There must be things in these places. If they really wanted to look for them, they would have to search forever.
"Qingquan, how wide is the coverage of your thick fog?"
Han Qingquan lifted his eyelids and touched the spider sister on the back of his hand. "It's more than ten kilometers in radius, and the depth can reach a thousand meters."
This is good news. A city can be cleaned up by repeating the coverage more than ten times.
Then you can let Lebao use his mental power to scan the area.
I looked down at the little baby in my arms, who was still sleeping soundly. I didn’t know when he would wake up. It was so frustrating.
After that, how do we fill in the holes in the ground? "What suggestions do you have?"
Guo Zi said with a smile, "Actually, lightning can destroy it. Xiao Jia and I can work together to take down half of the city in a day."
"Even vines will do," Yunshui Yao leaned against Lu Chaoyang bonelessly. "The little thing will grow like crazy, then expand and shatter. It can collapse even the most solid places."
"I can also set off firecrackers." Ding Jiajia did not forget his job. He was the best at causing trouble.
"Alright then. Qingquan will be in charge of cleaning up, and the three of you will be in charge of leveling the area. We'll have Fatty Rat lead the way in treasure hunting. The people from the bases left in such a hurry that they'll definitely leave something behind."
Treasure hunts and the like, my friends like, “Just walking.”
(End of this chapter)
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