My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

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Because it is located in the tropical monsoon season, Qinggang City has never faced severe cold weather. There are basically not many cold-resistant materials in the Qinggang Shelter's material warehouse.

The only ones that exist have suffered some damage during the long years of storage and are basically no longer usable.

But then again.

For 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, due to the natural insulation of soil underground, the temperature still remains between fifteen and twenty degrees, and heating assistance is not even needed.

The only ones suffering were the homeless people who had joined the shelter before and some residents who worked in the new city.

They are the direct influencers of this cooling.

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

The falling cold rain seemed to be hitting the surface of the building, but the cold air seeping out rushed straight inside.

Those who were barely in good health could still stay in their rooms and resist, while those with poor health had already fallen ill in bed.

A few days later, fever has spread 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 knew in his heart that this was completely a temporary solution rather than a permanent solution.

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

Of course, with the background of Sunny Harbor Refuge.

If it were normal times, it would not even be a pressure to produce the supplies for nearly 100,000 people, 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 certainly impossible to expect underground residents to replace industrial production lines with labor for these homeless people.

Whether it is now or a hundred years ago, the Rangers' status is at the bottom of the entire Blue Star.

If not they would all have joined the Sanctuary by now.

Even if they all freeze to death in the city, no one will have the slightest psychological change.

If you want to use other materials to create a replacement production line, it will take about a month at the earliest.

Tang En actually thought about mobilizing these wanderers directly, giving them some raw materials, and letting these people find their own way to survive the winter.

But the plan has not been implemented yet.

Looking at the two people in brand new gray cotton-padded clothes in front of him, he couldn't help but frown.

Is it a homeless person?

Somewhat uncertain

But they don't look like residents of the shelter. Instead, they look a bit like members of the small caravan that passed by the shelter in the past.

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

As deputy underground manager.

Before Hades woke up, Tang En had never appeared in front of these wanderers.

So Xia Zuo and Ram didn't recognize him at this time, and could only distinguish him through his clothes, thinking that he might be some small boss in the new city.

Have the opportunity!

I was still planning how to find a respectable person to make my reputation known.

I decided it was this person!

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

"Sir, we are businessmen from the scattered tribes in the west. We heard that we are in urgent need of a batch of anti-cold supplies, so we rushed over to see if we could be of any help."

"A merchant from the west?"

west

Isn't that the western suburbs?

Further west is the difficult Tianyuan Sanctuary. Is it possible that there are tribes further west?

This is the disadvantage of not collecting detailed information. Until now, Tang En still doesn't know that there is an independent gathering place established by wanderers in Tianyuan Shelter.

So when I heard this sentence, I subconsciously thought of the so-called "wandering tribes" as a gathering place farther west.

"Are you Blue Star people or the indigenous people here?"

If it were before, he wouldn't have asked this question.

But who would have thought that the Tianyuan manager, Lan Xingyu, could speak fluently than the locals, and there was no sign of the aboriginals at all.

"Blue Star people, of course we are Blue Star people. Do you think those aborigines can learn our language so quickly?"

Xia Zuo continued to answer with a smile.

Although he had seen the disdain on Tang En's face, he still mistook it for the gopher man's arrogance.

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 watching the gates were obviously so cold that their mouths turned purple, but they still pretended to ignore them when they saw the cotton clothes they were wearing.

Do they think they will have captives from the Bone Tribe in their lives?

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

"certainly."

Ram next to him laughed.

"But they are different from here. Tianyuan Shelter has prepared enough cold-resistant materials and does not need our support, so"

You are such a bastard!

Which pot should not be opened and lifted?

Tang En glanced at this guy and was too lazy to continue talking. He turned around and walked towards the station.

Businessmen pursue profit.

Neither of these two guys knew the details, so of course he would not rashly reveal more information to each other.

In fact, it was an unexpected situation to let the other party know that Qinggang Shelter was in urgent need of a batch of anti-cold supplies.

never mind.

Since they have the goods, they can just let the wanderers resolve part of it themselves.

Tang En didn't think too much.

On the one hand, he believed that even if the other party had some scarce cold-resistant materials, the quantity would not be too much.

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

If cold-resistant materials can be supplied to 60,000 people, then the size of the gathering area must be at least 200,000 or more. Even considering the fact that all industries are now ruined, it is reasonable for the number to rise from 100,000 to 150,000.

Will there be a gathering place with a population of nearly half a million people nearby?

This is obviously impossible.

This inexplicable gathering place can supply hundreds of people, which is probably the limit, and it will not exceed four figures at most.

But placing four digits in the huge Qinggang Shelter obviously has no impact on the overall situation.

Let them figure it out.

It's better to go find Sid, the director of the Western District External Relations Department, as soon as possible. Last time this guy went to Tianyuan Refuge and escaped unscathed, this time even if the other party makes things difficult, he will probably restrain himself for the sake of being an acquaintance.

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"Is he sick?"

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

This man is so strange. He walked away as if he had a twitch before he even finished speaking.

"Forget it, let's keep looking. He may not be interested in cold-resistant 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 words "wandering tribe".

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

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

February 4th, Year 2 of the Wasteland Calendar.

After surviving the first three days of winter, the continuous rain finally began to subside on the fourth day.

Although there was still a constant patter, the unbearable wind was finally much less intense.

I hope that outside the village, the opened river channel will already have streams flowing through it.

The river is not deep, only about thirty centimeters.

But it is more than ten kilometers long, leading to areas with dense plantations, pouring water into the soil.

It is enough to meet that when spring comes, the fertility of the land will continue to increase.

The first floor above Tianyuan Dungeon.

Stretching, Somo slowly walked out of the door and walked towards the village under the admiring eyes of the two guards.

Speaking of which, today should be a day off.

It's only around eight o'clock in the morning, and many food stalls have already been set up in the square at the entrance of the village. The hard-working cooks are preparing ingredients, intending to gain some experience before the real winter arrives.

And because the warehouse is almost full of food, there are more food stalls.

Before I even got close, a strong fragrance hit my nose.

"Hey, we have all the xiaolongbao!"

Seeing the signboard on the nearest stall, Sumo was amused.

In modern society, if we want to identify the level of a place, we need multiple indicators to measure it.

But in the wasteland, in the gathering place.

You can roughly judge the standard of living here just by looking at the sophistication of the food.

In the past, let alone xiaolongbao, the full-sized flatbread had to be supplied in limited quantities.

"Brother, do you want to eat Xiao Long Bao or not?"

“Pure meat filling, freshly made, not overnight!”

"5 iron coins per cage, delicious!"

There was still firewood burning under the big pot where the steamed buns were being steamed, and a thick milky white fog rose up, blocking the view.

Since transactions in Pingtan and Jucheng have become more frequent recently, Hope Village has also purchased a lot of protein-synthesized vegetarian meat.

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

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

Having just developed the delicious and rich Xiao Long Bao, pastry chef Hu Teng couldn’t wait to make it and sell it on his days off.

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

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

First, as winter approaches, you must save some funds to make your family live more comfortably in the coming winter.

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

Second, I heard that the military camp under construction is recruiting cooks, and I 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.

Seeing his wife leaving early and returning late every day to participate in various labor tasks, Hu Teng was eager to save enough contribution points so that the two of them could buy a cabin of their own in the underground city as soon as possible. Hu Teng couldn't even open his mouth to ask her for help. Want money.

We can only come to the village square early to get a good seat and see if we can make more money to relieve the pressure.

However, today's sale was different from what was expected. It didn't seem to be that smooth.

I don’t know if the price is too high, but most people shook their heads and left after asking about the price.

"Do you have multiflavored spores added to your buns?" Sumo looked at the sign curiously.

The ingredients are listed clearly on it, including the protein-synthesized vegetarian meat. The main focus is honesty.

"Oh, you know what's good. This is a new condiment in the village. I was lucky enough to get some quota!"

The multiflora that was released just a few days ago is one of the latest achievements of the greenhouse farm.

This plant that Sumo brought back from the tree people's territory more than half a year ago finally made progress before winter.

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

Therefore, after the village's logistics office made a total calculation, it did not sell it directly to the outside world, but conducted a free trial for major chefs.

Everyone has a chance to draw a certain amount of shares.

After use, the feedback results will come up, and the next batch of Wanmispora will be priced based on the feedback results.

Hu Teng was lucky and got about half a catty.

In terms of time, he should be the first person to add Wanweisi to food.

Unexpectedly, there are still people who know the goods?

Raising his head in surprise, Hu Teng was about to brag again, but when his sight steamed through the white mist, he was instantly stunned.

Damn it?

My eyes are not blurred, are they?

Although Somo comes to the village for a walk almost every day and appears in the sight of the villagers.

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

Most of the villagers just watched respectfully from a distance.

If you speak, you definitely won’t dare.

"Lord, why are you here!?"

Hu Teng stammered, his face turning red.

He quickly wiped his hands on his clothes, feeling so nervous that he even trembled a little.

"Well, give me the four-legged buns. Add more chili pepper and more vinegar."

After raising his hand and pressing it gently to signal Hu Teng to keep a low profile, Somo took out two copper coins from his pocket with a smile.

We can't blame him for being 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 become more respectful to him.

On the other hand, if these little players in Tianyuan territory still don't have enough to eat or drink clean fresh water, they can only hide in dilapidated and leaky rooms in winter, confused about the future.

So no matter how high his attitude is, these people will still have a different attitude.

While Hu Teng was packing the bags from the steamer, Sumo asked for many more details.

For example, the supply of supplies recently is inconvenient, have you encountered any difficulties when setting up a stall, are there any things that you can't deal with in life, etc.

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

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

"There will definitely be discounts for the old residents' territories. I believe you will be able to move into the underground city soon."

Taking the packed buns, Sumo smiled and encouraged.

really not bad.

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

Thanks to their own hard work, Sumo, the lord, does not have to worry about too many things and has time to do some things that the general leader or lord should do.

For example, go check out the nearby Pingtan Refuge!