After carefully inspecting the workshop, An Jing went outside to meet up with the others.
"How is it? Is there anything going on?"
Most people shook their heads with complicated expressions, having all seen the situation at the food factory.
As everyone shook their heads, Liao Wannian said, "We found a zombie there, but luckily, everyone was alert and killed it."
After asking everyone for details one by one, An Jingzhi had a rough idea.
"Our area is quite remote, which is also a benefit. There aren't many people wandering around, so naturally there aren't many zombies either."
"That zombie that suddenly ran in must have come from some unknown road."
"Our factory has a wall, so we don't need to do anything special. But we need to have someone guard the wall in the future, otherwise we won't know if something sneaks in."
Guan Congsheng nodded in admiration and said, "Jingzhi is right. Those who come in may not be zombies. This doomsday is a disaster for the whole world. It's okay now, but there will be an even greater shortage of food and drink in the future. We have food and drink here, so we will be popular in the eyes of others."
"We must arrange for people to stand guard and patrol."
Liao Wannian also nodded in agreement. "These things are easy to discuss. Now let's make arrangements to rescue them, right?"
With a stable rear base, we can bring our family members over. No matter how hard or difficult the future is, at least the family is together.
"It's time to get ready. Everyone mark where your family members live and we'll make plans."
An Jingzhi sent a few people to close the gate of the food factory and stay there to guard it, while the others came to the warehouse to discuss.
Many people have children working in other places, and if they are too far away, it is impossible for them to go across provinces or cities to rescue them.
Everyone was aware of the difficulty involved, so no one complained and just gave their address here.
According to the distance, An Jingzhi planned to form a rescue team and go from house to house to rescue people.
"If everyone tries to rescue people on their own, the risk is too great. There's a chance that they might not be able to rescue the person, but get killed themselves."
"Let's form a rescue team together so we can help each other if we encounter any problems."
"Besides, we killed zombies today, so we won't be so nervous after we get out."
Everyone nodded uncontrollably as they listened to An Jingzhi.
"Here's what I'm thinking: let's select a group of people who are strong, can run fast, and have killed zombies before to go and rescue the people. The rest of us will stay in the food factory and use the materials we have to partition off a few rooms inside."
"After we rescue the people, we'll have a place to put them."
"If there's still time, we can clean up the bloodstains in the factory and deal with what needs to be dealt with."
That’s all he could think of for now. After he finished speaking, An Jingzhi looked at everyone, asking with his eyes if they had any opinions.
Everyone shook their heads.
"Okay, let's do as you say. Do you have an idea who to choose?" Liao Wannian said.
"Six people are enough. Too many people will cause too much noise." An Jingzhi said after thinking for a while.
"It's just right to drive that small truck out. If we save people, we'll have somewhere to stay."
"Okay, I'll do as you tell me. You can pick the people you want."
An Jingzhi nodded and pointed at six people, all of whom were relatively young.
Of course, this is only relative. Most people are around 40 years old.
These people are all old employees of the food factory. Some of them are their sons who took over the job after their fathers retired.
An Yanfu managed the food factory very well. No one was disobedient in the factory just because they were old employees with seniority. Instead, they tried their best to give An Yanfu advice.
It can be said that both sides have achieved mutual success.
On several occasions, An Yanfu's factory encountered crises and was unable to pay wages, and the longest period of delayed wages owed to old employees was half a year.
But Guan Congsheng and the others did not complain at all, and tried their best to help An Yanfu overcome several crises.
That's why everyone was so heartbroken when they saw the original owner destroying the factory. Even Liao Wannian, who had already decided to retire, had to return to the factory to keep an eye on the original owner.
And these people are the most trustworthy.
After selecting six people, An Jingzhi asked someone to make some simple modifications to the pickup truck.
The modified pickup truck is anti-collision and anti-slip, so it won't be blocked by zombies after just a few minutes of driving.
After checking the condition of the car, everyone held a long gun in their hands.
Modified from a dagger, kitchen knife or iron rod, it can keep distance from zombies during battle and prevent being scratched.
Taking into account the actual situation of the rescued families, everyone brought a lot of food and drinks.
They prioritized bringing foods with a short shelf life, such as old bread, puffed foods like potato chips, chocolate for energy, and finally diet biscuits.
After adding a few bottles of fresh purified water and everything was ready, he handed over the factory affairs to Liao Wannian for management, and then An Jingzhi set off with everyone.
Nowadays, there is no mobile phone signal and the navigation system cannot be used. Fortunately, everyone has lived here for decades and is familiar with the roads in the city, so there is no need for navigation.
They started rescuing people from far to near, starting from Guan Congsheng's home, the farthest away, and then worked their way back to the food factory.
The driver was Song Jianliang, a man in his forties. He was an accountant at the factory and usually sat in the office, which resulted in him having a beer belly.
My stomach hasn't gotten any smaller in the past ten days.
"How long does it take to get to Uncle Guan's house?" An Jingzhi asked while sitting in the passenger seat.
Song Jianliang estimated the time and replied, "The road conditions outside are not good. I estimate it will take about half an hour to get there."
Usually these old men come to work on electric bikes, which only takes them about ten minutes to get there.
But there was a sudden change outside, and many cars were parked crookedly. I had to pay attention to the changes around me at all times. Half an hour was the smoothest situation.
An Jingzhi nodded without saying anything, holding the long shovel in his hand and closing his eyes to rest.
Song Jianliang glanced at him and turned back to concentrate on driving.
When the car drove into the city, An Jingzhi opened his eyes naturally.
The situation in the city was very different from that in the suburbs. As soon as I drove in, I heard screams and zombie roars one after another, sometimes high and sometimes low.
Everyone held weapons in their hands, ready for battle.
Even Song Jianliang was so nervous that he kept wiping the sweat off his pants with his hands.
"There are a lot of cars blocking the road ahead. We may have to take a detour." Song Jianliang noticed something was wrong with the road ahead from a distance.
An Jingzhi took a look and saw several cars in front of him blocked together. Judging from the black car bodies, they had obviously experienced violent burning and explosion.
"Let's take a detour."
In fact, several people can work together to push the car away, but who knows if there is someone watching nearby, or if there are zombies?
It would only waste a few minutes of time, and he didn't want to gamble with human lives.
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