Chapter 107 The World's Premier Shelter...
Wang Yuqin's astonishing actions surprised everyone.
No one expected that the person who doted on his son so much would suddenly go crazy. After the gathering was disbanded, a few people went to help move Zhao Yongxiang's body, while the others walked home in twos and threes, all sighing with regret.
Grandpa Shen also said a few words, though of course, they weren't kind. His words implied that Wang Yuqin had been driven mad by her husband's death.
He was used to seeing hysterical, crazy women like this, and since it was someone else's business, he didn't take it seriously at all.
This detached attitude was completely shattered when the village chief and his men came to his house early the next morning.
"Who in our family is going to work in the fields?" Grandpa Shen raised his voice incredulously. "Me??"
village head:"……"
It seems that Shen Qingqing didn't discuss it with Old Man Shen at all when she went back last night.
I don't know if it's because I'm too lazy to talk, or because I "trust" him too much.
"Why not let Shen Qingqing go? I think she has plenty of energy now," Grandpa Shen said suspiciously, feeling that this matter was inextricably linked to his granddaughter.
Shen Qingqing's importance in the village chief's heart has now surpassed that of all the able-bodied men in the village. Without hesitation, the village chief sided with Shen Qingqing: "Everyone discussed it yesterday. Now every able-bodied person in the village is important. Those who don't have work to do should step forward. Shen Qingqing has to take care of her own vegetable garden. She's busy. You're the only one in your family who's idle. If you don't go, who will?"
Grandpa Shen: "..."
The village chief kindly advised, "Uncle Chen, everyone is waiting outside, let's go."
"I..." Grandpa Shen was furious and about to jump up and down when several young people stepped into the Shen family's courtyard.
They were the same group of people who had been slacking off before. After thinking about it late last night, they realized that Shen Qingqing had probably suggested this to the village chief.
After all, she was the one who had argued with Zhao Hailin before, and now that the vegetables are being delivered, she is also a beneficiary.
After figuring it out, no one slept well that night. When they came in this morning, they first swept around the yard with displeasure.
But Shen Qingqing was still sleeping in her room with the door locked. Since they hadn't found the culprit, their displeased gazes fell on Old Man Shen.
In their eyes, the Shen family is one family. When selecting laborers, pushing Old Man Shen out is clearly a sign that they don't want to do much work.
They were determined not to let Old Man Shen slack off today, otherwise they would find it hard to vent their resentment.
The group remained silent, but their intensely imposing gazes had already made Old Man Shen soften.
"Fine, I'll go then." He muttered, angrily grabbing his straw hat and leaving.
After thinking for a moment, he picked up a pack of cigarettes.
Before he could even put it in his pants pocket, the village chief stopped him again.
Recalling the last words Shen Qingqing had spoken to him last night, the village chief said in a gentle but firm tone, "Don't bring cigarettes. There are children working with you. You should also try to quit smoking, since you don't know when you'll be able to buy them again."
Old Man Shen: "..."
He looked outside in shock and saw a row of children standing there, even five or six-year-olds had been sent out by their families to pull weeds.
The sooner the land is prepared and the vegetables are planted, the sooner they can harvest; otherwise, they'll have to borrow vegetables from other people until then.
Borrowed crops must be repaid, but if you grow them yourself, at least you can keep about 70%.
Everyone understands this, so although they feel helpless, no one tries to shirk their work.
Old Man Shen had originally planned to take advantage of his age to do the easiest jobs once he got to the ground, so he could finish early and rest early. But now, looking at this row of little ones, he immediately looked constipated.
Even the most shameless person wouldn't do something like having a 60 or 70-year-old compete with a 6 or 7-year-old for work.
Old Man Shen went to the fields with a group of people. Zang Lijun and Grandma Shen, who witnessed the whole thing, stared blankly as he left, not reacting at all.
Shen Qingqing's door creaked open at that moment, and she walked out dressed neatly, showing no sign of staying indoors to sleep in.
Seeing the two peeling vegetables, Shen Qingqing sat down and quickly helped, saying, "From now on, we'll cook breakfast, my dad will cook lunch, and my grandpa will cook dinner. We'll divide the work, no one will have any objections, right?"
Grandma Chen dropped the green beans from her hand with a thud: "What did you say?"
Shen Qingqing patiently explained, "Everyone in the family is busy right now. My dad isn't included yet, he's not fully recovered. Once he's fully recovered, he'll have to go help out in the fields. Since everyone has something to do, the housework should naturally be divided among us."
"What if you cut your hands while doing housework, or if cooking takes too long and you don't take care of the fields? Will our whole family starve?"
"I haven't even mentioned other household chores yet. Besides cooking, you should also share tasks like cleaning and chopping wood."
Grandma Chen glared at her: "It's just cooking, why is it taking up so much time? Isn't this how it's always been done? What are you doing making such a fuss?"
She had long since realized that the village chief's move to establish a labor team was definitely related to her granddaughter.
Grandma Shen witnessed Shen Qingqing run to the village chief as soon as she returned, and after only a few words, the village chief turned around and came to discuss the matter with everyone.
Grandma Shen had always known that her granddaughter was only pretending to be well-behaved on the surface, but was already wild inside, and recently she had even stopped pretending.
She had initially thought her granddaughter was just being mischievous, but she never expected her to actually make a name for herself and gain influence over the village chief.
In just a few words, they managed to get so many dishes.
In addition, with the vegetable garden that Shen Qingqing cultivated in her own courtyard, the Shen family suddenly became the "richest" family in the village.
Barring unforeseen circumstances, even if the village is sealed off in the future, they will not have to worry about food at all.
This realization made Grandma Shen less harsh towards Shen Qingqing, but in just half a day, she started causing trouble again.
Shen Qingqing ignored her grandmother's words, letting them go without saying anything, and even smiled and said, "You may be happy living that way, but I'm not."
She got up and went to the cutting board to chop vegetables, making a loud, clattering sound that was quite alarming. As she chopped, Shen Qingqing said, "Most of the remaining food at home was bought with my own money. It's just temporarily stored with you. If you don't want to live with me, that's fine too. We can just separate all the housework and meals."
“You can continue to cook for Grandpa and Dad as usual. I will cook for myself, and we will keep our food separate. If you run out of food later, you can ask me for more, and I will give you as much as you want, but it will have to be converted into vegetables.” She said softly, “Of course, during this special period, the price of food and the vegetables that can be harvested every day will definitely be different, as you know.”
Shen Qingqing also stocked up on a lot of compressed biscuits, thinking that if she couldn't finish them at home, she could take them to school, so she wasn't worried about not having enough to eat.
Zang Lijun lowered her head and continued working without saying a word.
Grandma Shen's fingers trembled with anger: "We raised you to this age, and now you're trying to settle scores with us like this? Are you even human?!"
“Grandma, you said I had to earn my own living, so I started helping with weeding as soon as I could walk. When I was seven or eight, I was cooking on a stool. I’ve done all the housework, so why can’t it count?” Shen Qingqing said calmly. “You need to figure out who you’re actually supporting.”
Grandma Chen choked.
Shen Qingqing started cooking on her own, and Zang Lijun finally got up and ran to take the spatula from her. "It's too hot, let me do it. You shouldn't stay here. Let Grandma think about it herself," she said softly.
Shen Qingqing raised an eyebrow in surprise, glanced at her grandmother who was sitting there sulking, and nodded in agreement.
Grandma Shen was calculating how long the remaining food in the house would last, and how many vegetables she would have to trade with this heartless granddaughter.
Actually, besides what the family consumes every day, the vegetables grown in the field are more than enough to exchange for grain, but that doesn't mean they can save much.
During special times, it's unsettling not to stock up on some groceries—what if the chaos in the outside world continues into winter?
After thinking for a long time, she angrily slammed the basket in her hand onto the ground.
Zang Lijun kept her eyes down, focused on wielding the spatula, completely ignoring what she was hearing.
But after that, Grandma Shen actually didn't go looking for trouble with Shen Qingqing again.
No one knows how she told Grandpa Shen, but that night, the two argued behind closed doors for a long time. After Grandpa Shen smashed a bowl, he opened the door with a dark face and actually went to the stove.
Shen Qingqing took everything in, symbolically tasted two bites of the blackened stir-fried dish, and then went back to her room while munching on compressed biscuits.
Grandpa Chen was so angry that he fell backwards again.
Shen Qingqing returned to her room and closed the door.
She could easily tell that her grandfather was deliberately cooking the dishes badly so that everyone would give up on the idea of him cooking. But Shen Qingqing refused to give in. No matter how he tried to be clever, it would only be a waste of effort and the family's already meager food and seasonings.
Before long, Grandma herself will also reach her breaking point. The resentment directed at her will turn into internal conflict between the two of them.
She just needs to wait patiently.
only……
Shen Qingqing glanced at the bracelet. The doomsday countdown on the surface of the student bracelet had turned into a positive countdown, currently displaying "1 day and 5 hours".
However, she didn't have that much time to spend in the village.
She had to get back as soon as possible to meet up with the principal.
Shen Qingqing threw herself onto the bed, buried her face in the pillow, and sighed deeply.
*
On the morning of the second day after the outbreak, Tian Xuejun led a team of twelve people into Fangzhou.
Along with it a military truck loaded with supplies.
In fact, Tian Xuejun had prepared more supplies and planned to hand them all over to Fu Qing for allocation, but Fu Qing said that Fang Zhou also had his own stockpiles, so he refused those supplies.
Given the extreme scarcity of external resources, it would be better to give these things to those who need them more.
Tian Xuejun left only the team with the necessary supplies for their short-term survival, and handed over the rest to the local authorities in S City. Whether it was used as a resource reserve for future shelters or distributed to the trapped people by the community now, it was up to them to decide what to do with it.
The team leader was named Bai Xianglei. He looked to be around thirty-five years old, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a lean and capable physique.
Tian Xuejun's special operations team was responsible for all matters concerning Fangzhou and Fuqing. Since she could not stay in Fangzhou for long, she handed over the task of leading the team to guard the campus to Bai Xianglei.
If Fu Qing and the students were to leave the campus, Bai Xianglei would send people to accompany and protect them.
Of course, although Tian Xuejun does not live on campus, their temporary command post is nearby. If something really happens, it will only take a few minutes to get there with people.
Fu Qing and Tian Xuejun had met the day before. Neither of them were talkative, so they didn't exchange many pleasantries when they met again the next day. Tian Xuejun introduced Bai Xianglei to her, and after a few words, she said she had something to do and left early.
After seeing Tian Xuejun off, Fu Qing looked at the neatly arranged group of twelve people behind him.
To avoid attracting attention, they all changed into casual clothes, but their neat short hair and upright posture still instantly gave away their identities.
Fu Qing couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.
After the introductions, Fu Qing led them to the dormitories that had been vacated in advance. The twelve people split up, with the female soldiers living in the original student dormitory area and the male soldiers living in the dormitory area converted from the teaching building.
They were given time to pack their luggage. Half an hour later, Fu Qing returned with a few people, saying he would take them on a tour of the campus.
Bai Xianglei naturally had no objection, but he glanced at the group of people following behind Fu Qing.
His face was youthful and he looked like a student. Before he came, he had heard that the students at this school were only sophomores.
But their expressions, their gait, and even the marks of sun and wind on their faces were no different from those of the team members behind them.
Compared to students in an ivory tower, they are more like a group of warriors who have undergone rigorous training and tempering.
Bai Xianglei also noticed something interesting: unlike soldiers like him who had been carefully selected before enlisting, Fu Qing's students, although all of them were well-trained, had very different backgrounds.
There are tall boys who are nearly 1.9 meters tall, and short girls who are only a little over 1.5 meters tall.
Some people wear glasses, some have pierced ears, some have dyed their hair, and the ends of their hair still have a few streaks of other colors mixed in.
A group of people stood together, of varying heights and builds. To put it nicely, it represented diversity; to put it bluntly, it was a mess. Nobody knew what criteria Fu Qing had used to assemble these people into a team.
When they stood before him, Bai Xianglei and the others finally grasped the reality of what their superiors had said.
—This is a group of ordinary college students who spent a whole year training themselves to look like this in order to fight against the apocalypse.
He felt admiration, but also some doubt.
Why invite them to accompany us if it's just a simple visit?
Fu Qing seemed oblivious to the question Bai Xianglei was hiding in his heart. Once everyone had gathered, he led them through each district one by one, introducing them to the different areas.
Starting from the east gate, passing through the quarantine zone, through the residential area, to the facility area, and then to the underground area...
Fu Qing explained the design concept and corresponding functions of each area one by one. Bai Xianglei quickly realized that this move was not only to familiarize them, the future residents, with the campus, but also to provide ideas for the government to build shelters in the future.
Of course, the authorities have more experts who can provide more professional design ideas, but firstly, time is of the essence, and secondly, unlike Fu Qing, these experts haven't already experienced an apocalypse. Many of her designs were made with the potential changes brought about by the apocalypse's development and the virus's evolution in mind, taking preventative measures in advance.
This is also a good reference for the authorities.
He abruptly called a halt, intending to suggest bringing in experts for a tour, but then remembered that the shelter's design team was still in the capital. He awkwardly pulled out his phone and asked, "Uh, could I record what you're saying...?"
"Also, could you please speak a little slower..." He became more and more embarrassed as he spoke.
But Fu Qing spoke too fast, and he really couldn't remember it!
Upon receiving the captain's signal, the remaining eleven team members quickly searched for their phones and notebooks, and began taking notes to help the captain review and fill in any gaps later.
As for Song Rushuang and the others who were trying so hard to suppress their laughter... let the kids laugh if they want to.
Even the most elite special forces soldiers never expected that their first mission in Fangzhou would be to write furiously in a notebook.
They were bewildered: Is this what it means to do as the Romans do?
Because they came to school, they were also influenced by the atmosphere of books...?
But clearly, there aren't many people seriously studying at this school!
...
After strolling all the way to the agricultural area, the twelve people were completely convinced.
If it weren't for the original building name still hanging on the upper floor, you would never know that this used to be a school.
Even if it were a shelter that the higher authorities were about to begin building, it would never have been built with such complete facilities at the beginning.
Four people share a dormitory room with a bathroom and plenty of space to move around. Fresh vegetables, eggs and milk are provided daily, and there is even a robot chef cooking the dishes. The variety of dishes is quite extensive! Although the types of vegetables provided each day are limited and the amount is limited per person, the menu is rarely repeated for seven days a week, and the menu for each meal tries to ensure a balanced intake of nutrients.
They arrived early, and breakfast had just started serving. Although they had all eaten before they arrived, Fu Qing still gave each of them a coupon so they could get their own food.
Looking at the breakfast menu, you can find common dishes like pancakes, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, hand-pulled pancakes, porridge, and noodles. Even tofu pudding comes in both savory and sweet flavors, and there are different choices of drinks such as soy milk and milk.
Considering this is a post-apocalyptic shelter, the food is already quite plentiful.
They brought their own dry rations and military combat rations, and were well prepared before they came, determined not to take advantage of the people in the slightest.
They were even prepared to contribute their own food rations at any time if needed.
But now, looking at it, it seems that the people are not afraid of being taken advantage of by them, and most likely... don't care much about their food rations.
—Damn it, nobody told them the food here was this good before we came!
It was far from the shelters they had imagined, filled with disaster victims waiting for help.
Looking around, steam rises from every window of the canteen, and the aroma of freshly cooked food wafts through the air. People line up in an orderly fashion, receive their food, and then go back to sit with their relatives and friends.
While we ate and chatted, the atmosphere wasn't as relaxed as it was before the virus outbreak, but because no one felt their life was threatened, the overall feeling was still pleasant.
This doesn't look like a shelter at all... it looks like a peaceful and quiet university cafeteria before class starts at 8 a.m.
Clutching their coupons, the group inhaled the enticing aroma and couldn't help but swallow. Finally, Fu Qing explained the grain yield on the plains outside the school, and only then, adhering to the principle that "experiencing the cafeteria's dining standards is also part of the intelligence mission," did they quickly run to get their food.
Bai Xianglei was still taking notes on his phone. Looking at the abundant dishes in the window, he felt that words could not express his shock, so he prepared to turn on the camera to take a picture. However, he was surprised to find that the screen went black the moment the camera was turned on.
Song Rushuang said from the side, "Taking photos is not allowed here. The camera function will be automatically blocked. You can only take photos with the wristbands issued by the school."
She showed off the bracelet on her wrist.
Bai Xianglei: "..."
Is this really a university? Even their military region doesn't have this kind of high technology; they rely on signal jamming or forcibly confiscating equipment, yet his phone is still working perfectly.
Is it possible to open any software but block camera software?
He thought of the vague mention above about the high-dimensional existence called the System that Fu Qing possessed, and the shock in his heart was hard to shake.
Bai Xianglei could only take notes with a pen and asked, "Aren't you afraid of wasting food by preparing so many dishes every morning?" Before Fu Qing could speak, Su Huaijin interrupted, "The dishes prepared by the cafeteria for the next day are released on the wristband system the night before. Everyone registers what they want to eat, and then they just use their wristbands to swipe their cards at the corresponding window to pick up their food the next day."
"Because everyone's meals are supplied in fixed quantities each day, there won't be situations where some people eat too little and leave leftovers, or where some people have a large appetite and don't get enough to eat. Once the types of food are recorded, we can basically determine the quantity of each dish to prepare for the next day. This minimizes waste."
Su Huaijin explained, "Besides getting food in the cafeteria, Fangzhou can register almost all of its daily needs in advance on its wristband, such as shower water, daily necessities, and routine tasks, which saves a lot of manpower."
Although the students had stocked up on a lot of supplies early on and hadn't yet needed to collect daily necessities or other resources, Fangzhou actually had a fixed quota for each of them. If someone ran out of toothbrushes, toilet paper, toothpaste, etc., they could simply request more through their wristbands.
The system aggregates data and calculates shares in real time in the background; all that needs to be done manually is registration and storage.
Bai Xianglei was dumbfounded. No wonder Fangzhou was able to operate for a year with just a few teachers.
This system is amazing! The prop bracelets it issues can actually be directly linked to each person's biometric information, achieving a strong binding.
However, they could also develop similar software to manage the shelter, using facial recognition in the same way.
Bai Xianglei tried to console himself.
Su Huaijin added, "Of course, even if there are leftovers, there's no need to worry. Fangzhou's waste disposal system is very comprehensive. All kitchen waste is collected on the same day and then sorted and processed for use as fertilizer, feed, etc., ultimately achieving almost 100% resource utilization."
As the words were spoken, the team members who had already sat down to eat finished their meal and were returning their clean plates to be collected.
I glanced at the swill bucket by the door as I passed by and found that there was almost no leftover food inside, just some eggshells and such.
People knew the situation was special and didn't dare to waste food. Even if some people couldn't finish, there were always others who didn't have enough, and the internal distribution quickly resolved the issue. On the other hand, the little robot standing there, though expressionless, seemed to be quite disappointed because it hadn't finished its work.
Everyone: "..."
Su Huaijin paused for a moment, then said, "...It seems that the recovery situation is not ideal at present."
“But it’s okay.” She quickly cheered up. “The principal said that even if there’s not much garbage, there’s no need to worry about things like feed—she’ll figure something out.”
Su Huaijin's words revealed his absolute trust in Fu Qing.
Bai Xianglei and the others quickly figured out how to resolve Fu Qing's situation.
Because they watched as Fu Qing wiped away an entire expanse of shimmering lake water with a mere wave of his hand.
It was as clean and thorough as completely erasing its existence from the map.
...
Should the artificial lake be demolished?
[Note: Demolishing a building will refund 50% of the cost in teaching points. If you wish to rebuild a demolished facility, you will need to purchase it again.]
The "Artificial Lake" is a free building at the start of the game. It costs 0 tutorial points to purchase, but its original price in the shop is 300 tutorial points. Demolishing it will refund 0 tutorial points. Please consider carefully before demolishing it!
【yes】
The moment Fu Qing pressed the "yes" button, the calm waters of the artificial lake suddenly surged.
People walking along the lake were startled and hurriedly moved aside. They saw the soil and grass on the shore extending inward at an astonishing speed. The soil rose up from the ground, and the green of the plants intertwined with the color of the water. The former gradually overwhelmed the latter. In just a moment, the vast expanse of lake water in front of them was replaced by a vibrant lawn.
Not to mention Bai Xianglei and the others, even Song Rushuang and the others had never seen such a scene before, and they were dumbfounded.
The principal's magic wasn't over yet; Fu Qing dragged out several more buildings he had previously bought from his backpack.
Fish farming area, black soldier fly farming area, spirulina cultivation pond, and...
The twelve soldiers, along with Fangzhou's elite squad, all had green faces as they watched a swarm of plump, white black soldier fly larvae wriggle and cascade down from the sky like a waterfall, crashing into one breeding basket after another.
"..." Did the principal always carry these things with him?
In the blink of an eye, several brand-new buildings stood in the sunlight.
The system's magic completely won over Bai Xianglei.
He now felt incredibly fortunate that the person who possessed the system hadn't used it for other purposes, but instead used it to provide shelter for as many people as possible.
For a very long time to come, Fangzhou will undoubtedly remain the world's premier refuge.
Bai Xianglei glanced at the curious people who were crowding closer to the farm and peering inside, and couldn't help but sigh.
The people living inside were brought in and protected long before or at the very beginning of the outbreak. They probably have no idea how lucky they are compared to people outside.
Fu Qing explained the functions of the building one by one, and then registered the relevant tasks of the breeding farm into his wristband before looking up at Bai Xianglei and the others.
"Before we go to the agricultural area, there is one more place I would like to take you there."
She tilted her head and gestured towards the playground. Bai Xianglei and the others, not understanding why, saw that Song Rushuang and her group's eyes lit up, as if they were eager to make a move.
Fu Qing was subtly surrounded by them in his standing position. It was unclear whether the students were intentionally getting close to the principal or if it was a habit they had developed during their long training without even realizing it.
Noticing the students' subtle movements and expressions, Fu Qing considerately said, "But before the tour, I have one more question."
"Would any of you be interested in having a match with one of our Fangzhou students?"
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