Happy New Year!
In the garrison camp of City A, when one garrison leaves, a second garrison leaves, and a third garrison leaves.
They would first return to their own homes, settle their families, and then head to Xiangcheng together.
Gong Yi had already stated in the telegram that he would establish a new camp for the garrison in City A, and welcomed the garrison in City A to bring their families to Xiangcheng.
If the garrison in City A encounters survivors on the road, please help them if you can, and bring as many survivors as possible who are willing to come to Xiangcheng to Xiangcheng.
Putting everything else aside, the fact that Gong Yi mentioned those survivors in the telegram was already a great encouragement to the garrison in City A.
So Liu Shengyuan watched helplessly as most of the garrison troops in City A eventually left.
He did not stop him.
Because he knew he couldn't stop it.
The last garrison soldier to leave stood before Liu Shengyuan.
"Captain, aren't you coming with us?"
Liu Shengyuan shook his head. He stood in the rain, his gaze resolute with a stubborn light.
The guards in front of him frowned and growled.
"Captain, no offense, but what are you still doing here? Don't you know what will happen if you stay here?"
"I'm telling you, you'll become Chen Hu's personal bodyguard and help him kill and plunder."
"Captain, we shouldn't be like this. You've reached the position of captain, and you can't even understand this?"
Liu Shengyuan smiled.
"How could I not understand?"
"But where did our garrison commander go? We need to get an explanation."
Whether it's life or death, there must be an answer.
If they're alive, why don't they come out and manage the garrison? Why let them be controlled by Chen Hu?
Why was the supply depot in City A given to the Chen family?
He died. How did he die? Someone has to reclaim the dignity of the garrison in City A. Shouldn't the person who killed their garrison commander in City A pay with their life?
"Let's go. Commander Gong Yi is a man of great courage and will surely be able to lead you and help you realize your full potential."
Liu Shengyuan patted the garrison commander on the shoulder and watched him leave.
Finally, he looked at the remaining dozens of garrison troops and asked again,
"Aren't you leaving?"
"We're not leaving. We're staying here with the battalion commander to bring back our garrison commander."
Someone answered Liu Shengyuan, saying that the garrison troops are also people, and they have their own thoughts. Some of the garrison troops chose to leave and go to Gong Yi to make the most of their value.
Some of the garrison troops chose to stay and fight alongside Liu Shengyuan.
They wanted to see the commander of the garrison in City A, whether he was alive or dead.
At this moment in Xiangcheng, Hua Mi was completely unaware that a group of strong men were rushing towards her in the rainy night.
She stood outside the iron gate of Xiangcheng, looking up at the towering watchtower.
Huo Jing and his contractor relative were indeed very capable; using the cement provided by Hua Mi, they quickly built a watchtower.
Laser lights were installed in all directions around the watchtower.
These laser lights are especially bright in the dark and can shine very, very far.
They could point out the direction of Xiangcheng to the survivors who were walking alone in the dark.
Hua Mi's external teleportation point was decided to be located beneath this watchtower.
Behind her stood Huo Jing and the foreman, who followed Hua Mi, listening to her say...
"Here, I want to build a flat area with intricate and beautiful patterns, preferably with special lighting effects, so that when someone steps on it, light will flow out from under their feet, slowly illuminating the patterns on the entire open space."
Hua Mi described it to them, saying that this technology shouldn't be difficult; many cities had sensor lights and touch lights before the apocalypse.
Huo Jing had some objections.
“Miss Hua, the effect you want is not difficult to achieve. Installing some lights and sensors can do the trick. But Miss Hua, why do we need these flashy but impractical things right now?”
The foreman had barely finished speaking when he slapped Huo Jing on the back of the head.
"We'll do whatever Miss Hua says. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
They were still too young. They didn't realize that Hua Mi was their boss, and what the boss said was the law of heaven and the imperial edict!
The foreman, with his mouthful of gold teeth, grinned and bowed obsequiously at Hua Mi.
“Miss Hua, your idea is excellent. It’s tall, grand, and impressive. Don’t worry, I’ll plant a few more trees on this plot of land for you and install lights on them. Whenever someone walks by, the lighting effect will be amazing.”
He gestured, then held up three fingers.
"I swear, if I don't make it absolutely stunning, with an effect comparable to the Olympic opening ceremony, you can chop my head off."
"There's no need to exaggerate like that."
Hua Mi pointed to the center of the open space.
"Leave me a square meter here to create a central area for lighting effects. Once someone stands on it, a column of light will appear."
Teleportation, after all, has to be worth the seller's price for it.
Without some special effects, people wouldn't feel that it's magical.
Next time, I might prefer to walk rather than use the teleportation feature to return to the city.
Then, Hua Mi turned around and said to the foreman and Huo Jing,
"You guys do your job well and finish this as soon as possible. I have a lot of similar projects to repair later."
One square meter was allocated to the area below the Xiangcheng watchtower, and Hua Mi entrusted the construction of the teleportation point here to Huo Jing and his relatives.
She returned to her Lianhua Shengxing Supermarket and placed the remaining 8 square meters of black soil inside the community's perimeter wall.
In these 8 square meters, Hua Mi planted longan, pear, cherry, banana, chestnut, red grape, snow lotus fruit, and water chestnut.
Adding to the fruits and vegetables she had harvested before, Hua Mi was able to collect quite a lot of crops every day.
Looking at the vast quantity of rushes, Hua Mi sighed and made a phone call to Ye Rong.
"Do you still have enough people to weave straw mats? I have too much straw here, I need to clear some out."
Where did you get so much rush?
Ye Rong couldn't quite understand it. She could understand why Hua Mi hoarded oranges and those dark wasabi-flavored hot pots.
It's food, after all, right? But when people are in a hurry, they'll definitely hoard whatever they can get their hands on.
Besides, wasabi-flavored hot pot isn't actually that bad. It's like durian; people who like the flavor absolutely adore it, while those who don't find it disgusting.
Ye Rong really likes the dark wasabi-flavored self-heating hot pot, and she eats it twice a day now.
So Ye Rong could understand Hua Mi very well, but she just couldn't understand why she had hoarded so much rush.
So many that they had to hire even more people to weave straw mats?
As we bid farewell to the old year, I wish everyone a happy, joyful, and joyful Spring Festival! A year's plan starts in spring; may we all become incredibly wealthy in 2023!
(End of this chapter)
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