The herbs that Huo Yishen and his team were sent to look for should be relatively rare or nearly endangered in the natural disaster mode.
Jiang Ning was used to preparing for a rainy day, and couldn't help but look at him anxiously.
However, Huo Yishen remained silent.
He...forgot.
Different fields have different meanings. The names of Chinese medicine are difficult to pronounce and remember, not to mention that there is a professor leading the team. They are just carrying out an escort mission.
In ten years, even my mother's face has become blurred, let alone the uncommon herbs.
"I can't remember the name, but I should be able to remember it if I see it."
What can Jiang Ning say? Thank you!
Forget it, let it be.
She stocked up on air filters, masks and other things. If she eats and drinks something to nourish her lungs and liver, she should be able to get through this.
"Were you ill then?"
Huo Yi nodded deeply, "I'm in good health. I got infected later. I waited for two months before I got the medicine."
Jiang Ning felt a chill down his spine. "Are you vomiting lung residue?"
Afraid of scaring her, Huo Yi thought deeply and said, "No."
…
My hunch was right, the extreme heat is about to end and the temperature is dropping day by day.
When the temperature dropped to 45 degrees, Jiang Ning finally ended the torture and felt eternal love again.
The same thing happened to Doudou and Gouzi. They felt more energetic and no longer sweaty all day long.
The resettlement camp was moved. Some people went to work at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, rebuilding their crops, and the rest went to Wangwan to participate in the reconstruction project.
Food and accommodation are provided. Although they live in a makeshift shack, they can receive wages, food and points every month.
They are hungry and their wages are low, so they can only survive with difficulty. However, reconstruction means hope and is a new hope.
The refugees left and Aoyuan finally stopped worrying.
As the temperature slowly dropped, they, who had experienced high temperatures of 60 degrees, felt much more comfortable when faced with temperatures of 45 degrees, and they seized the time to actively farm.
Who knows what disaster will come next? We can only do our best to stockpile more food.
…
He Tianming thought it over again and again and went to find Huo Yishen.
"Comrade Huo, you and Jiang Ning are both capable people. Many residents in the community have encountered problems. I have been running around for a few days but have not been able to solve them. I wonder if you have any solutions?"
Don't hit someone who smiles at you. Huo Yishen said politely, "You say."
"Ever since the ocean was infected by an ancient virus, I dare not eat any seafood, but salt is a must."
He Tianming explained, "In extreme heat, people sweat a lot and consume salt quickly. Many households in the community are already short of salt."
The lack of salt not only makes the food unpalatable, but most importantly, the body can’t take it.
In mild cases, there will be fatigue and dizziness, in severe cases, there will be nausea, vomiting, and decreased urine volume, and in more serious cases, there may be shock.
However, when unscrupulous merchants learned that the government recommended not to consume contaminated sea salt, they immediately hoarded the stock and refused to sell it. The market price has been driven up to 10 kilograms of grain for 1 kilogram of salt.
It's expensive, after all, a pound of salt can be used for a long time if you eat it sparingly, and you can still afford it if you tighten your belt. But people sell it by the pound, and the price continues to go up if you hoard it.
He Tianming found several middlemen and tried to negotiate with them with a smile, hoping to buy a batch of salt. However, he was ruthlessly rejected despite all his sweet words.
One family was willing to do so, but they asked for 30 kilograms of sweet potatoes in exchange for 1 kilogram of salt.
Aoyuan harvested a batch of sweet potatoes, but due to drought and high temperatures, the harvest was not good and it could not last until the next batch of harvest, let alone changing salt.
Therefore, He Tianming wanted to ask Huo Yishen if he had any way to get salt.
Huo Yi thought deeply and said, "I do know two middlemen, but I don't know if they sell salt. I'll ask them and then I'll get back to you."
"Okay, thank you for your help." He Tianming thanked him repeatedly, and then asked: "If you don't have salt, can you tell me if you have any seeds?"
The temperature has dropped, but the sweet potato cycle is too long. If we can get vegetable seeds or something else, perhaps we can solve the famine problem.
Huo Yishen only agreed to help ask, but it might not be successful.
Even so, He Tianming breathed a sigh of relief.
Back at Room 401, Huo Yishen told He Tianming about his request for salt. "I didn't agree. Do you think we can make a deal? If not, I'll get back to him."
The two of them stockpiled tens of thousands of kilograms of sea salt, but the space belonged to Jiang Ning and he could not make decisions on his own.
Jiang Ning thought for a moment, "How much does he want?"
"There are more than 100 people in Aoyuan. Even if everyone wants it, each person only needs a few kilograms at most. More than that will easily arouse suspicion."
I have several tons of refined salt that I stockpiled and bought for free, so the sea salt will have to be replaced sooner or later.
But the residents of Aoyuan are poor and they don’t have what Jiang Ning wants.
However, the government also made plans early and stockpiled a lot of salt and seafood before the tsunami. As long as the rich had connections, they would not be short of money.
Therefore, sea salt is only valuable in the sinking market.
Several hundred kilograms of salt are just a drop in the bucket for Jiang Ning.
It is impossible to give it away for free, and how much coarse grains to exchange for it is also a problem.
If they change too much, they will feel the pain.
If you exchange less, not only will it be cost-effective for you, but it will also easily arouse suspicion.
If you get something too easily, you will just ask for it more frequently in the future.
The salt was for both of them, so Jiang Ning asked, "How much grain do you think one pound of salt should be exchanged for?"
"The current market price is 1 catty can be exchanged for 10 catties of coarse grains, but the middlemen are reluctant to sell." Huo Yi thought deeply, "How about we buy 10 catties of coarse grains and let He Tianming calculate the specific amount. Our bottom line is that no one can buy more than 3 catties at most?"
Jiang Ning thought about it and agreed.
As for seeds, she can give them too.
I'm given 5 jin of corn seeds, and 1 jin of vegetable seeds?
A lot of vegetables were planted in the black soil garden. Those that could not be eaten were allowed to bloom and keep seeds. After two years, a lot of vegetables were stored.
The second generation of green vegetables may not be as good as the original seeds, but it is good to have them in the end times. What's the need for a bicycle? Moreover, seeds like eggplant, bitter gourd, pumpkin, etc. are absolutely no problem.
Seeds are a scarce resource, but Jiang Ning decided to give them away.
It’s not because of their sweet potatoes, but because of admiration for the last three years of the last world and for people like He Tianming.
She couldn't do it, but she admired him in her heart.
This Garden of Eden exists because of him. Even if they move away from here in the future, I hope they can live a good life.
However, the real test is to give it out without raising any doubts.
The next day, the two went out for a walk and came back to give He Tianming a pound of salt. "This is the stock they stockpiled before. You can try it first. If you are sure there is no problem, then we can talk about it."
He Tianming felt embarrassed and said, "Okay, thank you for your help."
Jiang Ning was a little curious. "Captain He, although this company has a life-and-death relationship with my Ah Shen, and is quite honest in doing business, he promised that the goods were previously stockpiled, but there is no way to inspect them. If there is a problem, we can't afford it. I wonder how you plan to inspect the goods?"
Unexpectedly, He Tianming said calmly, "Viruses are generally afraid of high temperatures. I can boil them in boiling water for an hour or two, or fry salt in an iron pan.
You guys are kind enough to help me, and if anything goes wrong, I will definitely not trouble you."
He was referring, of course, to the salt, not the mutated seafood.
This was just his idea. Salt might not be risk-free, but wanting to survive in the apocalypse was a risk in itself...
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