Dongshui City, the original site of a university, has been turned into a school.
A group of university professors were sitting in a thatched cottage, discussing the current situation.
Others can just care about survival, while they have to think about the future and sit back and talk about things, which is a professional habit.
"I discovered that people have lost the psychological basis for reproduction." Professor A told a terrible fact.
"I have also discovered this. Although it is a good thing to turn eighteen again, without the drive to reproduce, I am worried that our closed city will die in a hundred years at most." Professor B said worriedly.
"I have a bigger worry, who will cook at noon?" Professor C looked around, "The aunties and master chefs in the cafeteria have gone home..."
"Why? We didn't fire them." Professor A said in surprise.
"They said they don't know how to use the large earthen stoves we have now. It would take several days to cook food for hundreds of people, so we have to find a way on our own," Professor C said helplessly.
"..."
Everyone was silent. This is not a joke. It is very troublesome to light a fire in a large earthen stove, let alone cooking.
"It seems that we are not considering the issue of reproduction now, but the issue of eating and clothing." Professor A said cautiously.
As soon as he finished speaking, the guard came in and said, "Gentlemen, someone from the Yamen came outside the door. Please discuss what to do next."
"Old Zhangtou, you have changed quickly enough. Now you start calling me master?" Professor B joked.
"That's because I often see this, isn't it like traveling back to ancient times collectively? Of course we have to pick up these ancient rules." The guard said plausibly.
"Okay, you boy must have a lot of potential."
A group of professors left with the guard, and then met the people from the former Municipal Affairs Department, which should now be called the Prefect Yamen?
Director, deputy director, secretary, staff from various departments...
At this time, they were helpless in the face of drastic changes.
"Professors, you know better. Let's help you solve the problem of eating in this ancient environment." The director seemed to have a backbone when he saw the professors coming.
"This matter should be brought to the attention of a professor in the history department. I am engaged in high-energy physics and cannot help," Professor Ding said.
"Then what are you doing here?" someone asked doubtfully.
"Come for dinner. I'm a bachelor. The cafeteria is not open and I don't know how to cook." Professor Ding said confidently.
Everyone actually thought what he said made sense.
If you take a closer look, you can see that most of them are just here to eat.
Professor Li from the History Department was pushed out.
"Lao Li, you are a master who has published many papers. This matter depends on you."
"No, I am studying ancient Chinese dictionaries. Those of you who are concerned about people's livelihood should find folklore experts or archaeologists." Professor Li shook his head.
"Then let's find Old Chen from archeology."
Professor Chen said, "No, no, I specialize in the study of stone tablets. The guy who cooks must be Lao Zhao, who is engaged in folk customs."
Professor Zhao said, "I study folk ancient music..."
The director looked at it, and suddenly thought of a scene, and said immediately, "I understand, you are all chefs in the imperial kitchen, and you only know how to chop onions."
No one thought that it would be the teachers from the physical education university next door who finally solved the problem.
"These things are very easy to use and are much more convenient than us enthusiasts doing outdoor survival training." A certain physical education teacher skillfully used a fire sickle to hit flint and taught everyone how to start a fire.
"To collect firewood, we mainly use straw, corn stalks and rice straw in the fields... After burning, they must be piled up to fertilize the fields. There are very few forests in the plains, and they cannot be cut down. The main reason is that in ancient times, the forests belonged to the landlords, and civilians had to cut them down.
Get beaten.”
"Okay, hurry up and come up with a strategy, post it as a notice, and teach citizens how to use it. Moreover, we are a megacity with ten thousand people. This is definitely something that ancient productivity cannot afford. The existing supplies can support it for two weeks, but it definitely cannot last for a long time.
Run." The director continued.
Everyone nodded.
This is inevitable. The population of ancient large cities was in the order of millions at most, and such cities must have smooth waterways to supply food, cloth and various necessities. It is difficult for cities without waterways to exceed this scale.
The Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal was built for this purpose.
"That is to say, people must be dispersed to the surrounding areas in an orderly manner and let them use the surrounding land to live."
"Most people have to change jobs and become farmers."
"Farmers live a hard life, can they bear this?" Some people expressed doubts.
"This is the price of becoming old. They have to suffer it even if they don't want to." Someone else emphasized.
Having said that, when the people from the Municipal Affairs Bureau started to publicize it, they still met with instinctive opposition from everyone.
"I don't want to be a farmer in ancient times. Just watching costume dramas will tell me that farming is exhausting."
"Whoever wants to go will go."
"But do you have a job? Now you can't find your job." The staff of the Municipal Affairs Department explained.
Everyone was silent.
Most people do non-entity work, which is completely useless in this ancient environment.
For example, lawyers, economics...
"We have calculated that each household can only have enough food, rice and noodles for half a month at most. The savings are only one month, and the waste is one week. Do you want to wait until a month later to starve to death?"
"You should resolve this matter. I remember, I remember something happened?" Someone wanted to say a few words, but found that they couldn't think of it.
"We are all ordinary people. At most, we can find some strategies for everyone and maintain order. If you want to make something out of nothing, you can't do it. That is what gods can do."
"Yes, we can ask the gods. Since they can turn us into children, why not just give us a steady stream of granaries?" someone said excitedly.
Don't say this, it really aroused the agreement of many people.
"Self-reliance is the way to go. Rejuvenation may be a mysterious phenomenon. You can pray to God, but you can't place all your hopes on it," the staff continued.
Everyone nodded.
Then they began to pray to God.
Naturally, nothing came of this.
The question is, who should evacuate and who should stay?
There are advantages to staying because the property is ready.
After evacuation, the house must be rebuilt, which is a big project. The ancients often used years to build a good house.
What's more, the kind of courtyard they live in now could only be afforded by wealthy families in ancient times.
They can only temporarily live in some thatched wooden houses, provided there is enough wood.
The more astute people can see that a big chaos will happen within a month at most.
Some people began to move around and form organizations.
The people in the Municipal Affairs Department are very busy. In the past, these matters were handled by computer management systems. Now, without such convenience, they have to go to the door in person.
Recruiting people requires supplies.
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"Oh, look at the mess you made. Is this good? This is not good." Furball complained.
"Listening to what you said, it sounds like you are a human being, but I am a monster." Lu Zhi said coldly.
"Well, you haven't heard that you are a monster..." Maoqiu became bolder for some reason.
Perhaps after meeting a more terrifying guy, he felt that the original owner was nothing more than that?
What surprised it was that Lu Zhi didn't stab it with a knife.
"I'm a monster. Well, that's fine. Just let me live in a world of monsters." Lu Zhi nodded, and then started to modify hers.
Maoqiu looked at the busy people outside with sympathetic eyes.
They never imagined that just when they were about to adapt to the environment, the environment began to change again...
