Chapter 180 Re-entering the Logistics Park
“I’ve found the gunpowder you mentioned you used to make guns. Combined with what we got from Han Yu’s village, we’re pretty much all set,” Mu Qingyu said, pointing to the pile of gunpowder.
"Here are some finished explosives. Keep a few at home in case you can't handle the situation. Take some gunpowder to study your bullets and firearms. We can't mass-produce them right now, so make a small batch and don't make a fuss about it."
After all, the people in the village are quite diverse. Even though they seem to be working together in unity right now, it's only because of the lure of material goods.
In the post-apocalyptic world, firearms are another tempting item besides food and water.
Mu Qingrong listened to her sister and took the items one by one.
"I deliberately went out when the weather was bad because other people try to stay indoors when the weather is bad. This would reduce the probability of our village being attacked," Mu Qingyu explained why she went out even though the good weather had passed and the sky showed signs of rain.
"I didn't go into the city this time, so the round trip should be much faster. The plan is to stay as long as last time, and I'll try to finish quickly, find what I need, and come back. But as you know, there are many unexpected situations in this apocalypse. If I encounter something I can't handle, I'll hide. Don't worry too much about me; just take care of yourself first..."
Mu Qingyu went on and on with a long list of instructions, but Mu Qingrong listened patiently without showing the slightest impatience.
The next day, Mu Qingyu set off again fully armed.
A light rain was falling, but so far things seemed normal. Mu Qingyu put on a waterproof jacket and helmet, and set off on her motorcycle. She preferred motorcycles to cars because they were more maneuverable.
Mu Qingyu's journey was no different from before; whenever she encountered zombies, she either killed them or crushed them to death.
While others would run away from zombies when they went out, Mu Qingyu would keep plunging into hordes of zombies.
We encountered a few refugees here and there on the road, but everyone was very wary and didn't greet them even if we met.
Mu Qingyu passed through three villages. Two of the villages were deserted and had clearly been ransacked, indicating that there were still people living nearby.
Sure enough, when they arrived at the third village, Mu Qingyu saw that there were sentry posts and defensive walls, so she knew that there must be living people here.
I just don't know who's inside, whether they're the original villagers or if it's been taken over by outsiders.
Mu Qingyu didn't go in to investigate. She just made some marks on the map on her tablet and then went straight to her first destination—Huisheng Logistics, another logistics park about ten kilometers away from Muxiangyuan.
When she went there, she even passed by Mu Xiang Garden. Mu Qingyu didn't go in; she had already taken everything from inside, so there was nothing worth remembering.
By noon, Mu Qingyu had successfully arrived at Huisheng Logistics. The location here was even cheaper than Muxiangyuan, and the scale was much smaller, with only about thirty warehouses of various sizes.
There was no one here anymore, only wandering zombies. One zombie was very fast and even tried to ambush Mu Qingyu, but before it could get close to Mu Qingyu, its head was burned to ashes.
Cleaning up Huisheng wasn't difficult. The difficulty lay in opening the doors to each warehouse. The doors were heavy with mechanical locks, but Mu Qingyu, relying on her lock-picking skills from her past life, could open them all, though it was quite time-consuming.
But there's no other way. If we forcefully break in, we don't know what goods are stored in the warehouse. What if it contains dangerous chemicals or valuable, fragile items...?
Mu Qingyu would rather spend a little time than take risks or regret it later.
In one afternoon, Mu Qingyu opened ten warehouses. This was someone else's logistics park, unlike Mu Xiangyuan. When it was Mu Xiangyuan, Mu Qingyu had the entire logistics park's planning map and a list of goods entering and leaving the warehouses.
Arriving at Huisheng's warehouse is like opening a blind box.
Ten warehouses were opened, four of which were empty. One warehouse was used to store medicine, but it wasn't full, only about half full. Unfortunately, the bottom half had been soaked in water, and medicine that had been soaked in water was definitely unusable. Mu Qingyu only took the top half that hadn't been soaked.
Two other warehouses contained winter clothing, quilts, and electric blankets. Unfortunately, they were also soaked in water.
Moreover, textiles absorb water, the bottom gets soaked, and the top gets completely wet. Later, they may encounter hot weather and be dried, making the clothes look strange.
It didn't matter; Mu Qingyu accepted both warehouses without hesitation. Although they might be somewhat contaminated from being soaked in water, they could still be used after washing and drying. With more people in the village in the future, these would be scarce items, especially in cold weather.
Even clothes soaked in water are better than stripping them from a dead body. It's the end of the world, what's there to be picky about?
There was another warehouse containing things that Mu Qingyu really liked right now—water, drinks, and cola.
Similarly, the part that has been soaked in water is unusable. Mu Qingyu had seen news reports before the apocalypse that beverage bottles are not sealed, and after being soaked in floodwaters, external substances can get inside.
However, this warehouse is large and packed full of things. Even if we only take the parts that haven't been soaked, it's already quite a lot.
The ninth warehouse was filled with various spices, all raw materials. I don't know if they were for making seasonings or something else. Since they were raw materials, they were all in waterproof packaging.
Mu Qingyu separated the spices into upper and lower layers—the ones soaked in water were used for other purposes, such as repelling mosquitoes. The ones that weren't soaked in water were used as seasonings.
By the time we reached the tenth warehouse, it was already 11 p.m. Because it was raining, there was no moon, and it was pitch black outside.
The only light source in the entire Huisheng Garden right now is the mini searchlight above Mu Qingyu's head.
The tenth warehouse was a cold storage warehouse. Mu Qingyu was actually quite hesitant when she opened this warehouse.
It's been almost three months since the apocalypse, which means the power outage has also lasted almost three months. Items that need refrigeration are probably useless after three months of wildly varying temperatures.
But Mu Qingyu was extremely unwilling to not open it and take a look. She despised herself for having that petty bourgeois mentality of being afraid of missing out on something good, but she couldn't control herself.
Fortunately, she wasn't in a hurry, so she gritted her teeth and decided to open it anyway.
She felt uncomfortable while unlocking the door, but for some reason, she was so stubborn that she insisted on opening it to take a look.
Then--
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