Two weeks later, the three of them arrived right on time again.
As soon as they arrived, the three siblings instinctively checked the house for anything that shouldn't be there, and then checked each other's faces and teeth for any unwanted residue. They didn't miss either the waterfall or the snowy night.
Only when everything is confirmed to be okay will you allow anyone to enter the house.
When I left last time, the tomatoes and cucumbers that Zuo Ling planted had just started to bear fruit.
Bai Hongwei brought six eggs and shouted as soon as he entered the door, "Sister, I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes."
Lin Wang's request was simple: "Sister Zuo, I'm not picky, just make a cucumber salad."
Li Mingli nodded in agreement, "Yes, other dishes are too much trouble, don't tire Sister Zuo out."
Zuo Ling: "..."
You guys are really not picky eaters!
There were four tomatoes and three cucumbers in total, and they were all very small and looked tired.
The three of them didn't mind at all, and praised, "Sister Zuo is the first to grow hydroponic vegetables like this."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, only Sister Zuo could grow tomatoes with color in this freezing weather."
"Look how fresh and juicy these cucumbers are."
"That's right, it doesn't matter who planted it."
Zuo Ling: "..."
She really didn't see how fresh the cucumbers were; how could they have praised them so highly?
The scallions that Zuo Ling planted are ready to eat. I stir-fried two eggs with the scallions, stir-fried two tomatoes, and used the remaining two eggs to make a big pot of tomato and egg noodles.
The cucumbers were too small, so Zuo Ling took a smaller one from her space to make up the difference. She also soaked some glass noodles, made a cold dish, stir-fried some bean sprouts, and served a plate of cured meat.
Bai Hongwei was alright, but Lin Wang and Li Mingli ate until their eyes were red.
"Sister Zuo, we haven't had such delicious food in a long time."
They have plenty of food, including freeze-dried vegetables, but no matter how good freeze-dried vegetables are, they can't taste as good as fresh vegetables.
Zuo Ling sighed inwardly. If even the scions of reclusive families were in such a state, one could only imagine how the lives of others were.
Pei Nansheng suddenly asked, "The cold-resistant potatoes and sweet potatoes in the community are almost ripe, right? Are you ready?"
Bai Hongwei understood what Pei Nansheng meant, and exchanged glances with Lin Wang and Li Mingli.
The community's cold-resistant potatoes and sweet potatoes have yielded a bumper harvest, and have already made a name for themselves in Beijing.
Afterwards, I discussed with He Guizi about increasing investment, raising the ridges in layers, and expanding the planting area.
Firewood, charcoal, and coal were supplied as if they were free, all so that more sweet potatoes and potatoes could be grown.
Researcher Tang said that the fruit is growing very well, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, the harvest will be even better than last time.
The closer it gets to harvest season, the more dangerous Noah's Ark becomes.
A year has passed, and the city's food supplies are almost exhausted. Many people are eyeing this batch of sweet potatoes and potatoes.
Cold-resistant sweet potatoes and potatoes don't taste very good, but it's better than nothing.
Lin Wang blurted out, "The military region took one-third, and the municipal government took one-third."
After a long day's work, only one-third of the harvest was left in the community.
Bai Hongwei said:
"We have no choice but to give it to them. The military region agreed to exchange it for guns and ammunition, and the municipal government agreed to station a security post in the community and deploy police officers to be on duty 24 hours a day."
Well, given the conditions offered by both sides, who were essentially controlling the community, Bai Hongwei and the others couldn't refuse.
With more than ten days to go before the harvest, a platoon of soldiers, fully armed, moved into Noah's Ark ahead of schedule.
The army wasn't starving, but it wasn't a guaranteed supply either; they were lucky to get about half full. With training, duty, and various missions to perform, these were all grown men, and they couldn't possibly keep up. The commanders had already set their sights on this batch of sweet potatoes and potatoes.
The municipal government was not to be outdone. You send the army, I'll send the police. If I'm even a fraction slower, I'll admit defeat!
Thirty police officers, armed with guns, batons, shields, bulletproof vests, and helmets, were just as well-equipped as soldiers.
Two groups of people gathered in the neighborhood. Their timing was perfect; even a fool would know what they were there for.
Most of the residents in the community were perceptive and kept quiet, except for a very few who dared to cause trouble in front of He Guizi.
"We grew the sweet potatoes and potatoes, why are they trying to steal them!"
"Exactly, there aren't enough for our own people in the community, so why should we share with others?"
He Guizi rolled his eyes at them. "Got a problem? Go tell them. Why are you yelling at me?"
“You’re the head of the neighborhood, of course we’re looking for you.”
"Ha, it's true that my He family developed this community, but my He family doesn't have the power to be above the state. Without the protection of the military and police, who knows what kind of chaos Kyoto would be in. Oh, you just make people work but don't give them food?"
"Such a big country, does it really need our food? Why do they have to compete with us for it? Where did the national reserves go?"
"That's right. It's been over a year since the apocalypse, and the government hasn't distributed relief food to everyone much. Where did the national reserves go?"
"..."
Everyone was talking at once, and each person had a bellyful of grievances.
He Guizi was too lazy to waste words with them, and pointed to the door:
"Go outside, turn right, those with epaulets are military leaders. Turn left, those with stars on their shoulders are police chiefs. Go, go, go, go and reason with them."
Those who come to cause trouble are not fools.
They knew before they came that making a scene would be pointless, but they felt suffocated if they weren't allowed to vent their frustrations, so they had to make a scene to feel better.
With soldiers and police guarding the area, the community is much safer, which makes Zuo Ling very happy.
Otherwise, the day of harvest will be the day of bloodshed.
Potatoes ripen a month earlier than sweet potatoes, and when it's time to harvest them, everyone in the neighborhood comes.
Fearing looting, soldiers and police set up a cordon outside the greenhouse.
They couldn't go in, and they were reluctant to leave, so they waited outside the greenhouse, hoping to hear some news.
One seedling after another was pulled out, and with each seedling pulled out came a bunch of potatoes of all sizes, bringing wave after wave of surprises.
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