Zhao Rongxian stood among neatly arranged fruits of various colors, wondering if he was dreaming.
After the nuclear war, grain can still be grown, but vegetables can only be grown in greenhouses, and they will wither immediately as soon as they come into contact with air.
Fruits cannot survive in greenhouses, and even fruit seeds cannot germinate, as if they were cursed.
It had been ages since he had seen fresh fruit. The last time he had seen one was when he was a few years old, when his family still lived in Central City. His father had taken him to a banquet hosted by the city lord. That fruit, of course, was not for eating, but for auction.
At that time, the mayor of the central city discovered a pre-war shelter. No one had entered the shelter since its construction. In the shelter's warehouse, they found a huge amount of supplies, and that fruit was the only one that had not rotted.
In the end, the fruit was auctioned for a huge price after research and was used to cultivate fruit trees. So many years have passed, and no news has been heard. I guess it failed.
Tang Qingxi saw the two people standing there motionless, picked up two apples and handed them to them: "Here are apples, try them and see how they taste."
Zhao Rongxian mechanically took the apple and took a bite. It was sweet, juicy, crispy, and had a hint of sourness in the sweetness.
It doesn't have the greasy sweet taste of canned fruit. Canned fruit has been soaked for a long time and has a soft texture. It's not really delicious, but it's a rare luxury here.
Li Yong started to cry while eating. Zhao Rongxian had eaten canned fruit before, but Li Yong had never eaten canned fruit.
After finishing the apple in his hand, Zhao Rongxuan tried hard to restrain the urge to lick his hand. He rushed to Tang Qingxi and said excitedly: "Ms. Tang, what do you want? I can get it for you even if it costs me my life."
Tang Qingxi chuckled and said, "I want you to notify all merchants who can get here within a month to bring their most valuable goods to trade with me. For each merchant who comes, I will give you 10 fruits."
With the fruit hanging in front, there is no need to worry about Zhao Rongxuan not working hard.
Zhao Rongxuan was delighted when he heard this. "Don't worry, Ms. Tang. I'll contact all the merchants I know right away. If I really can't help it, I'll ask my family to contact them too. I just want to ask them to give me some fruit. I'm worried that some people won't believe me."
That was no problem. A few fruits were worth nothing to Tang Qingxi. Tang Qingxi packed two bags, one for Zhao Rongxuan and one for Li Yong.
"By the way," Tang Qingxi asked Zhao Rongxuan casually, "You're an energy businessman. Do you have fuel for a controlled nuclear fusion device? What is it?"
This is what Zhao Siqi specifically told Tang Qingxi to ask last night.
Tang Qingxi was confused when he heard this. Don't expect a person who comes from a programmer background to have much knowledge of physics.
Zhao Siqi gave Tang Qingxi a lecture on science, and only then did Tang Qingxi understand the importance of controlled nuclear fusion.
As long as controlled nuclear fusion is achieved, unlimited energy can be realized, and the world will no longer have to cling to oil as a single energy source.
All countries in the world are researching this project, but so far no country has developed technology that can be used on a large scale.
This world has already achieved controlled nuclear fusion technology, but no one knows what kind of fuel is used.
There are many types of fusion reactions, including deuterium-deuterium reactions, deuterium-tritium reactions, and tritium-helium-3 reactions.
Zhao Rongxuan replied with an embarrassed look on his face, "It's helium-3. However, with flights between Earth and the Moon suspended, helium-3 is no longer a renewable resource. Even if you have fruit, Ms. Tang, there won't be many people willing to trade with you."
"I don't have any helium-3 either, but I can convince my family to give you 10 grams of it as a gift."
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