My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! Chapter 1098: Wandering tribes, Tianyuan’s second winter!


The latest website: Because it is located in the tropical monsoon season, Qinggang City has never dealt with severe cold weather, so there are basically not many anti-cold materials in the Qinggang Refuge's material warehouse.

The only ones that are still there have been damaged during the long years of storage, and they are basically unusable.

But then again.

For the residents living underground, the impact of the current low temperature is not as great as imagined.

Although the temperature on the surface is dropping rapidly, the underground temperature is still between 15 and 20 degrees because of the natural insulation of the soil, and there is no need for heating assistance.

The only sufferers are the homeless who joined the shelter before, and some residents working in the new city.

They are the direct influencers of this cooling.

The cold wind will pour in directly from the gaps in the thin autumn clothes, scraping the skin surface like a steel knife.

The falling cold rain seems to be hitting the surface of the building, but the cold air seeping out is rushing straight inside.

Those with a moderate physique can still stay in the room to fight hard, while those with a poor physique have already fallen ill in bed.

A few days have passed, and fever has become prevalent in the new city.

Although Tang En arranged for the medical department to send some medicines urgently to prevent a large-scale plague from happening.

But he also knows in his heart that this is completely a solution to the symptoms rather than the root cause.

As long as the temperature does not recover, as long as the cooling trend does not stop, then the tens of thousands of homeless people and the residents working on the surface urgently need a batch of supplies for the winter.

Of course, based on the background of the Clear Harbor Refuge.

If it were normal times, the materials needed to produce nearly 100,000 people would not even be under pressure, and the supply could be met in a few days.

But now, with the outbreak of the metal aging disaster, the few remaining production lines in the shelter have also gone on strike.

It is definitely impossible to expect the underground residents to replace industrial production lines with artificial labor for these homeless people.

Whether it is now or a hundred years ago, the position of the homeless is at the bottom of the entire Blue Star.

If it wasn't for them they would all be joining the Vault by now.

Even if everyone freezes to death in the city, everyone will not have the slightest psychological change.

It will take about a month at the fastest to create a replacement production line with other materials.

Twain actually thought about mobilizing these homeless people directly, giving them some raw materials, and letting them figure out a way to survive the winter.

But the plan has not yet been implemented.

Looking at the two people in brand new gray cotton coats, he couldn't help frowning.

A homeless person?

Somewhat uncertain.

But it doesn't look like a resident of the shelter, on the contrary, it looks a bit like a small caravan member passing by the shelter.

And just as he was looking at each other, the two people on the opposite side also raised their heads and looked at Tang En with some restraint.

As the sub-manager of the underground.

Before Hades woke up, Dunn had never shown his face in front of these homeless people.

So Xia Zuo and Ram didn't know him at this time, they could only tell him by his clothes, thinking that he might be a small boss in the new city.

There is a chance!

At first, I was still planning how to find a respectable person to spread my reputation.

It is decided to be this person!

Xia Zuo coughed lightly, put on the smile that he had practiced many times in front of the mirror, and replied kindly:

"Sir, we are businessmen from the wandering tribes in the west. We heard that there is an urgent need for a batch of anti-cold supplies, so we hurried over to see if we can help."

"The merchant in the west?"

Westside

Isn't that the western suburbs?

Further to the west is the difficult Tianyuan Sanctuary. Could it be that there are tribes further west?

This is the disadvantage of not collecting detailed information. Until now, Tang En still didn't know that there was an independent gathering place established by homeless people in Tianyuan Refuge.

So when I heard this sentence at this time, I subconsciously made up the so-called "wandering tribe" into a gathering place further west.

"Are you blue star people or the aborigines here?"

If it was before, he wouldn't ask this question too much.

But who would have thought that the manager of Tianyuan could speak Lanxing language more fluently than the locals, and there was no sign of the aborigines at all.

"Blue Stars, of course we are Blue Stars, do you think those aborigines can learn our language so quickly?"

Xia Zuo continued to answer with a smile.

Although he had already seen the disdain on Tang En's face, he still took it habitually as the arrogance of the gopher guy.

To be honest, these guys are except for their own people and those big caravans.

When facing other gathering places or some small caravans, there is always an inexplicable sense of superiority.

When they entered the city, the guards at the gate were obviously blue from the cold, and they still pretended to ignore them when they saw the cotton coats on them.

Did they think that there would be prisoners of the Desolate Bone Tribe in their lives?

"Okay, what's your relationship with Tianyuan Refuge?" Tang En paused and pointed his finger to the west: "As far as I know, the Tianyuan Refuge over there should be closer to you, right?"

"Of course."

Ram next to him laughed.

"But they are different from here. The Tianyuan Refuge has prepared enough anti-cold supplies and does not need our support, so."

You are such a bastard!

Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, right?

Twain glanced at this guy, he didn't bother to continue talking, he turned his head and walked towards the station.

A businessman seeks profit.

These two guys haven't figured out the details, so of course he won't rush to reveal more information to each other.

In fact, letting the other party know that there is an urgent need for a batch of anti-cold supplies in Qinggang Refuge is already an accident.

Forget it.

Since they have the goods in hand, it's okay to let the homeless settle part of it themselves.

Twain didn't think too much about it.

On the one hand, he thinks that even if the opponent has some cold-resistant supplies that are in short supply, the amount will not be too much.

After all, there are a total of 60,000 homeless people in Qinggang New City. Even if each person eats a meal, the total number is still a huge number.

If it is possible to supply 60,000 people with anti-cold materials, then the size of the gathering place must be at least 200,000 or more. Even considering the fact that all industries are now ruined, the number will only increase from 100,000 to 150,000 Reasonable.

There will be a gathering place with a population close to half a million?

This is obviously impossible.

It is estimated that this inexplicable gathering place can supply hundreds of people is already the limit, and it will not exceed four digits at most.

And the four-digit number is placed in the huge Sunshine Harbor Shelter, which obviously does not affect the overall situation.

Let them figure it out on their own.

It's better to go to the director of the Western District's Outreach Department, Sid, last time he went to Tianyuan Refuge to escape unscathed. .

Just

"Is he sick?"

Watching Tang En leave in a hurry, Lahm had a ghostly look on his face.

This person is so strange, he just left as if he had a brain twitch before he finished speaking.

"Forget it, let's keep looking. He may not be interested in anti-cold supplies. I think he's well dressed."

Xia Zuo shook his head, but there was no disappointment on his face.

In fact, it is enough to let the other party know the four words 'wandering tribe'.

The purpose of his trip is to spread the reputation of the tribe, and let people in this new city know that outside of Qinggang City, there is such a gathering place with a lot of anti-cold supplies.

At that time, people can be easily brought out of this ghost place without any effort.

February 4th of the second year of the waste earth calendar.

After the first three days of winter, the continuous rain on the fourth day finally showed a tendency to subside.

Although it was still dripping non-stop, the unbearable gust of wind was finally reduced a lot.

I hope that outside the village, there are streams rushing through the opened river.

The river is not deep, only about thirty centimeters.

But the length is more than ten kilometers, leading to the dense plantation, pouring water into the soil.

Enough to meet, when spring comes, the fertility of the land will continue to rise.

The first floor of Tianyuan Dungeon.

The stretched Sumo walked out slowly from the door, and walked towards the village under the adoring eyes of the two guards.

Speaking of which, today should be a rest day.

It was only after eight o'clock in the morning, and many food stalls had already been set up in the square at the entrance of the village. The hardworking cooks were preparing the ingredients, planning to gain some experience before the real winter came.

Because the food in the warehouse is almost full now, there are more and more food stalls.

Haven't come close, a strong fragrance rushes straight into the nostrils.

"Hey, the steamed buns are all here!"

Seeing the signboard on the nearest stall, Su Mo was amused.

To identify the level of a place in modern society, multiple indicators are needed to measure it.

But in the wasteland, in the enclave.

Just by looking at the delicacy of the food, one can roughly judge the standard of living here.

In the past, not to mention the Xiaolongbao, there was a limited supply of pancakes that could fill you up.

"Dude, do you want to eat Xiaolongbao?"

"Pure meat stuffing, freshly wrapped, not overnight!"

"5 iron coins a basket, Quack is delicious!"

There was still burning firewood under the cauldron where the steamed buns were steaming, and thick milky white fog rose up to block the view.

Due to the more frequent transactions in Pingtan and Jucheng recently, I hope that the village has also bought a lot of protein-synthesized vegetarian meat.

Although compared with the real fresh meat, this kind of synthetic vegetarian meat always lacks a fragrance and is a bit dull.

But for the cooks, it's not a big problem.

Just after researching the delicious and thick steamed buns, pastry chef Hu Teng couldn't wait to make them for sale on his rest day.

It's not all for experience, it's more about making money.

After getting married about a month ago under the witness of the village chief Chen Shen, Hu Teng is under a lot of pressure now.

One is that winter is coming, and some funds must be saved in order to make Xiaojia live more comfortably in the coming winter.

There is no need to come to the square at the gate of the village to set up a stall when the colder weather comes.

Second, I heard that the military barracks under construction will be recruiting cooks, so they can gain a lot of experience from the newcomers.

But the price is that you need to prepare your own ingredients and be responsible for your own profits and losses at a very low price.

Looking at his wife going out early and returning late every day to participate in various labor tasks, Hu Teng couldn't open his mouth at all. Ask her for money.

I can only come to the gate of the village square early to occupy a good position, and see if I can earn more to relieve the pressure.

However, today's sale was different from what I imagined, and it didn't seem to go so smoothly.

I don't know if it's because the price is set too high. Most people shook their heads and left after asking the price.

"You added Wanwei spores to your steamed stuffed bun?" Su Mo looked at the signboard curiously.

The above ingredients are clearly written, even the vegetarian meat synthesized by protein is written, and the main thing is to be honest.

"Oh, you know the goods, this is a new condiment from the village, I was lucky to get some quota!"

The Wanwei spore, which was released for sale a few days ago, is one of the latest achievements of the greenhouse farm.

This plant, which Sumo brought back from the treant territory more than half a year ago, finally made progress before winter.

Because it is a new condiment, it is not easy to price it based on past experience.

So after doing some calculations at the village's logistics office, they didn't sell it directly to the outside world, but gave free trials to the chefs.

Everyone has the opportunity to draw a lottery and get a certain amount of shares.

After use, the feedback results will come up, and then the next batch of Wanweispore will be priced according to the feedback results.

Hu Teng was lucky and got about half a catty.

According to time, he should be the first batch of people who added Wanweispore to food.

I didn't expect someone to know the goods?

Raising his head in surprise, Hu Teng was about to brag again, but he froze for a moment as his eyes transpired through the white mist.

What the hell?

Aren't my eyes blind?

Although Sumo came to the village for a walk almost every day, appearing in the sight of the villagers.

But the people who really dare to go up to contact, or can directly contact, the entire territory will not exceed a hundred people.

Most of the villagers just watched respectfully from a distance.

If you speak, you must not dare.

"Lord, why are you here!?"

Hu Teng stammered, his face flushed.

He quickly wiped his hands on his clothes, his whole body was so nervous that he even trembled.

"Well, bring me four steamed buns, add more chili and vinegar."

Raised his hand and pressed down lightly, signaling Hu Teng to keep a low profile, Su Mo smiled and took out two copper coins from his pocket.

It cannot be blamed that he has been away from the masses for too long, which led to this situation.

In fact, it is precisely because most people have integrated into the territory and feel the development of the territory that they respect him more and more.

Conversely, if these little players in Tianyuan Territory still don't have enough to eat and drink clean fresh water, they can only hide in dilapidated and air-tight rooms in winter, feeling confused about the future.

Then no matter how high his stand is, these people will have a different attitude.

While Hu Teng was packing from the steamer, Su Mo asked for many details.

For example, it is inconvenient for the nearest material distribution party, did you encounter any difficulties when setting up a stall~IndoMTL.com~Is there anything that cannot be handled in life, etc.?

It is similar to the situation reported by Chen Shen. Basically, there are difficulties, but they are all on the way to a better direction.

"Work hard, life will definitely get better and better in the future!"

"There will definitely be discounts for the territory of old residents. I believe you will be able to move into the dungeon soon."

After receiving the packed buns, Su Mo smiled and encouraged him.

That's great.

This winter's impact on the territory is really getting smaller and smaller.

It was also thanks to their own hard work that the lord of Sumo didn't have to worry about too many things, and had time to take the lead in the general direction or what the lord should do.

For example, go to the flat beach shelter nearby!

(End of this chapter)


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