Yu Changzheng's words calmed the others down. It was very unlikely that the container fell into the sea without getting water.

It was just that if they came across it, they would salvage what they could.

However, they soon reached a common opinion. Only more than 100 of the 3,000 fire boxes had been found so far. It would be too much trouble to search the world with the coordinates.

The longer the fire boxes were lost, the more disadvantageous it would be to salvage them.

The base could not sit and wait, and needed to take the initiative to find the fire boxes.

"You can let the fire planners drive the submarine out to look for them, and then send the salvage team out after the coordinates are confirmed."

Division of labor and cooperation can save fuel and improve efficiency.

Yu Changzheng could not object to this opinion.

After the meeting, Yu Changzheng left in a hurry. Commander Xiao, who was at the same level, caught up with him and teased as they walked, "Old Yu, you've stole the limelight this time."

Yu Changzheng nodded, "We are all serving the base. Mainly because the leader was unwell, I took on the job temporarily. I don't seek credit, but I do seek to avoid mistakes."

"The salvage team has amazing skills, and the base is in urgent need of talents in this area. Don't you plan to expand it?"

Yu Changzheng said with a smile, "Old Xiao, the special salvage group is under the chief. I'm too busy with my own business. If you have time, why don't you ask him yourself?"

Commander Xiao was choked, "Isn't this for the development of the base?"

"Oh, I was so busy in the meeting that I even forgot to take my medicine." Yu Changzheng patted his head, "My wife will nag me later."

He waved his hand and hurried back to the office to get medicine.

In the evening, Jiang Ning was too lazy to cook, so he took out steamed spareribs, herbal chicken soup, braised pork, and stir-fried vegetables from the space. The

rich meal was placed on the table, and Shu Xueqing was extremely surprised, but seeing Gu Tinglin's calm expression, she was smart enough not to ask.

Under the light, the family ate happily.

It was the ultimate enjoyment for the taste buds to have such delicious meals for more than ten years, but what made Shu Xueqing even more gratified was Gu Tinglin's overflowing smile.

Jiang Ning accepted him as a father from the bottom of her heart.

She was happy for old Gu, and his biggest knot was finally untied.

After dinner, Jiang Ning gave Shu Xueqing a box of fruit, "You eat some every day, and come and get more when you run out."

Gu Tinglin didn't rush back, but sat down to talk to his daughter and son-in-law. The military will organize teams to go out and find the coordinates of the fire boxes left in various places, and the salvage team may be even busier at that time.

The base urgently needs to develop, but going to sea is risky. Gu Tinglin doesn't want to put too much pressure on the two of them, "My own safety is the most important. If it's not suitable, I want to find a way to turn it down."

Development tests the team, not the individual.

Having lost before, Gu Tinglin doesn't want to regret it, so he would rather slow down the development.

Jiang Ning thought for a while, "Collect the coordinates first, and then we'll talk about whether to salvage it."

...

After resting at home for two days, Jiang Ning went to the port to board the ship.

Young Master Rong has been very busy these days. He had to organize people to arrange the transportation of fire starter boxes and materials, and he missed the time for lunch perfectly.

Although he is usually lazy, he is very impressive when working.

Jiang Ning glanced at him from a distance and did not go forward to disturb him.

On the transport ship, Huang Mao, Zhang Li and others helped to move the materials. After the transshipment ship left, they were busy with their own affairs and discussed how to transform the container.

Seeing Jiang Ning coming, the team members were very happy, "Sister Ning."

There were no outsiders around, so Jiang Ning took out the drilling machine, cutting machine, sewing machine, and power box.

They were all what the team members needed, and it was considered a timely rain.

"Sister Ning, what are you going to do with the supplies you and Captain Huo have been allocated?"

Jiang Ning asked casually, "Keep a few pieces of cloth for yourselves, and exchange the rest for points. Do you need containers? If not, I'll give them to those who need them."

The supplies were divided 50-50, with only thirteen containers. Xu Kaitai had a high rank and was assigned a dormitory, which meant he didn't need any containers.

Huang Mao and the others were very satisfied that they could leave one alone. "Leave it to those who need it. We have enough."

After chatting about some things, Rong Sanshao came over on a transfer ship to organize the transportation. "Sister."

Jiang Ning said, "Where does Mayor He live now?"

"Mayor He has a high rank, and the base has arranged it."

Jiang Ning handed him two containers, "You can take care of it."

Rong Sanshao smiled happily, "Thank you, sister."

Around dusk, Jiang Ning was about to return to the port to dock when she found a ship coming in the distance.

The ship was not small, but it was very shabby. You could tell at a glance that it had experienced wind and rain in the ocean for a long time.

Jiang Ning took out a telescope and looked far away, and saw many people standing on the deck.

The survivors on the ship also found the port. Some covered their faces and cried, and some hugged each other excitedly.

They were all emaciated, with tears and snot flying. They were Chinese compatriots.

Young Master Rong had been on duty at the port for a long time and had seen many such situations. "Sister, while you were at sea, several groups of survivors came to the base. Some came from the sea, some came from a long distance by land, and some came in submarines."

In less than a month, there were more than 300 people.

The base was accepting more and more survivors.

It was not strange, but seeing compatriots coming, the mood was still excited.

After all, they had experienced it before.

The boat slowly drove over, not far from the transport ship.

Huang Mao looked surprised, "Sister Ning, do you think they look familiar? They seem to be the group of people we encountered when the tsunami hit."

Jiang Ning didn't notice it at first, until she found the boy with a head injury in the crowd, who was still bandaged.

The survivors' ship of Jiacheng government.

Jiang Ning was a little expectant, and used a telescope to search one by one, but did not find Qin Chuan and his son or the Zhong family.

The other party was sharp-eyed, and recognized Huang Mao at a glance, and even waved and said hello, "Young man, we are here."

The mood of the team members was infected, and they waved to the opposite side, saying, "Welcome to Fengcheng."

The container is very large, and the lifting and transfer tools are limited. The materials are just transported back to the base in small pieces, so the handover takes a long time.

The team members helped on the boat, which was also a break. They

would go ashore after the container was modified, and then they would hold a team-fighting banquet together.

"Sister Ning, you and Captain Huo must come to support us."

Jiang Ning left, "Of course."

When they docked on the assault boat, they happened to meet the survivors of the Haojiacheng base queuing up to get off the boat with their belongings.

On the shore, the soldiers on duty organized a queue to verify their identities.

The supplies were moved, and the survivors docked. It was very lively for a while. Just

as she was about to leave, a voice suddenly rang out from not far away, "Jiang Ning."

Jiang Ning looked in the direction of the voice and saw a thin man in shabby clothes. He

was very thin, but his eyes were sharp.

Jiang Ning stared at him for a long time. Ling Ju?

When the natural disaster first started, he was only in his thirties, but now he is almost fifty.

Thinking of his former demeanor, even though he still has the same demeanor now, one can't help but sigh at the cruelty of natural disasters.

Years are like a knife that kills pigs, and a dream of more than ten years.

Across the crowd, their eyes met.

Jiang Ning walked over, smiled and said, "Ling Ju, long time no see."