Time: It is exactly 1 o'clock at noon on the 8th day after Hu Biao and others came to the doomsday world.

Location: Yangshan Island, on the southwest edge of a large saline-alkali land.

"Let's say that during the Huizhou period of the Song Dynasty, in Yuejiazhuang, Yonghe Township, Xiaotili, Tangyin County, Xiangzhou, there was a couple in a farmer's household. The man was named Yue He and the woman was named Yao..."

A large speaker hung on a telephone pole was playing Shan Tianfang's "Shuo Yue Zhuan" at the moment.

Even under the somewhat distorted speakers, Mr. Shan's voice still sounded cadenced, telling an ancient story almost a thousand years ago so wonderfully.

By the way! Every time at one o'clock in the afternoon, after the lunchtime news that just ended.

The radio station of the Zhongzhou tribe will always play the storytelling of Shan Tianfang and Mr. Shan on time.

Mainly radio stations have been facing the problem of program shortage and monotony; however, at the suggestion of AT and others, they tried to broadcast a storytelling program by Mr. Shan.

As a result, this kind of storytelling program in the modern dimension has become outdated due to numerous impacts such as television, the Internet, and movies.

Once it started airing on the radio station, it immediately received huge popularity.

So soon, a flood of letters was sent to the radio station, and the bored natives expressed their love in letters with pinyin and typos.

It can be said that Mr. Shan's storytelling has become a reserved program of this period of time on the radio station.

Even now, "Shuo Yue Zhuan" has been rebroadcast for the third time, but it still has a large number of loyal listeners every time it is broadcast.

Because from one to two o'clock at noon, it is such a special time.

It happened to be the lunch break for workers in various factories, mines, farms and other places to escape the scorching heat. While they were lying down and resting, they listened to storytelling in their ears. It felt great.

In addition, Hu Biao and the others have also tried to play some newer and trendier movies such as "Dou Po" and "Douluo".

It's a pity that the broadcast only lasts for three days, and the windows of the radio station have been beaten, so we have to give up right there; it seems that the natives of the world can't get the point of these great authors.

In the end, it was replaced by Mr. Shan's storytelling, which calmed the above turmoil.

No! Ma Laoer lay in the shadow under the shack, enjoying the rare shade.

While imagining the scene where he was wearing golden armor, white horses and silver spears, and was like a deserted place among the chaotic army, he couldn't help but feel a little crazy for a while.

Unfortunately, such beautiful dreams were quickly shattered.

The buck-toothed old bachelor lying next to him spit out a bit of the butt of a hand-rolled cigarette that was as big as a cannon, and a mouthful of low-quality shredded tobacco in the sound of "bah, bah".

Before falling asleep, he shouted to Ma Laoer:

"What else are you listening to, kid? Aren't you tired enough from the morning's work? If you don't hurry up and take a nap for a while, you won't be exhausted in the afternoon~"

After hearing such a sentence, the pleasant storytelling suddenly became less fragrant; after sighing silently, Ma Laoer closed his eyes and couldn't sleep for a while.

Ma Laoer, a fifteen-year-old boy.

Except for knowing that my father's surname was Ma, who died early, he had no memory of anything else about his parents.

No! By the age of thirteen in the apocalyptic world, he can reach adulthood, get married and have children, and he is already a young man. But when he will get a wife, even he himself can't tell.

In terms of occupation, he is an ordinary worker at the 21st Farm of the Zhongzhou Tribe, an extremely ordinary person among the large population of the Zhongzhou Tribe.

If we must say what are the differences or advantages between him and others.

That is the 21st farm where he is located, and it is currently receiving considerable attention from the tribe.

Why? Because the 21st farm where they are located currently grows a special crop, a plant called rubber grass.

Rubber grass, as the name suggests, is of course a plant that can produce rubber.

Specifically, the rhizome contains a special emulsion, which can be processed into rubber products after being extracted.

Nowadays, the demand for rubber among the Central Continent tribes has reached an astonishing level.

You know, there may be a lot of rubber tires left over in the apocalyptic world, but after so many years, these tires have been severely corroded.

If used to make sandals, the effect is pretty good and they are very strong and durable.

But if it is used to continue driving and is weighed down by at least tens of tons of weight, it is not very durable at all.

At the same time, when it comes to recycling rubber, the technology in the modern plane is not very good, let alone the poor Central Continent tribe, which basically only has one purpose of making fire.

Therefore, replacing the tires of many tribal vehicles today requires an astonishing amount and tonnage of rubber.

It needs to be brought from the modern plane and then processed into tires.

Also, in the manufacture of water pipes, transmission and engine belts, cables and wires.

For each category, the amount of rubber required individually may not be much, but if they are all added together, a quite terrifying amount of rubber is required.

But the problem now facing the Zhongzhou team is that there is no problem with the funds to purchase rubber. They only paid for selling the Miss An, and they can still hold on for a long time.

But due to system restrictions, those with limited carrying qualifications can’t just carry rubber, right?

Among the machinery, equipment, medicines, and all kinds of materials that needed to be brought over, things that were more important than rubber were left on the ground in large quantities.

Therefore, it is very necessary to find a way to solve the problem of the source of rubber yourself.

In view of this, the development of petrochemical and artificial synthesis of small feet can solve a small part of the source problem.

A bigger hope was that Hu Biao and others initially focused on planting natural rubber trees, but they asked experts in the modern plane for specific weather and terrain conditions in all the areas they had control of.

Experts firmly stated that with the territory controlled by Hu Biao and his men, it would be impossible to survive.

But just when Hu Biao and others were about to give up, experts recommended this kind of rubber grass; the efficiency of rubber production of this thing is of course not as good as that of natural rubber trees.

However, it can also be grown on some saline-alkali soils, which means it only consumes more water during the growth process.

However, this is a little difficult. For an apocalyptic world where the salt content in sea water is actually very light, you can survive by directly pouring this light salt water.

It's just that some more advanced improved seeds need to be introduced, which will cost more.

As a result, 3,000 acres of saline-alkali land on the side of Yangshan Island was urgently developed as the 21st farm for growing rubber grass.

At present, the cultivation of rubber grass on the farm is still experimental; if it proves to be effective, the scale of such a planting will be expanded at least ten times.

Are you kidding! It’s not easy to find some saline-alkali land in the territory currently controlled by the Central Continent tribe.

At that time, Ma Laoer, who had joined the Zhongzhou tribe, was assigned to the 21st farm and became a glorious farm worker. He didn't know whether he was lucky or not.

To say he is lucky is because the tribe attaches great importance to the rubber planting base of Farm 21.

Ma Laoer clearly remembered that the leader of Xiling said when he came here to guide the work:

"If the rubber grass planting experiment is successful, a lot of technicians and cadres will be needed when planting is expanded in the future.

Then all the owners of the 21st Farm, as long as they work seriously, will be promoted and reused by then."

It is equivalent to saying that here at the 21st Farm, they can have a hope of promotion.

To say that he is unlucky is definitely not because the work here is so tiring that Ma Laoer cannot bear it physically.

But they met a bad leader. It is said that this guy named Yu Deqiang was one of the first old people to follow leader Hu Biao. At that time, the tribe only had more than 2,000 people.

He was originally a soldier of the escort, but in a foreign battle, two fingers including the index finger and middle finger were cut off on his right hand.

As a result, he couldn't even pull the trigger, so he had no choice but to quit the army and then became the farm manager in charge of the farm.

The first two months were fine, but the longer Yu Deqiang took office, the worse his performance became.

Those who flatter him usually don't have to work, or only do some light work; the rest of the work falls on ordinary workers like them, so that every day is very hard.

Moreover, he would always deduct a considerable part of the daily meals and benefits provided by the tribe to maintain his luxurious life.

As well as raising a group of thugs who surround him and flatter him.

Even considering that they are basically old bachelors, the two inflatable dolls given to them were occupied by them due to unavoidable demand issues.

Damn it! Until now, Ma Laoer has never seen what those dolls look like.

For all the above, ordinary farm workers such as horses and dogs still wanted to resist at first.

So more than a month ago, when a gold-level dignitary from the tribe came to inspect, a worker on the farm went to reflect on the situation privately.

But the next day, the person who reported the situation disappeared.

Initially, the rumor was that when he ran out alone at night, he lost his footing and fell into a cliff near the farm. Now even his bones are being fed to the fish.

It was only after a while that someone heard the drunk Field Director Yu Deqiang say:

"Sue, let these poor devils sue, and don't think about how many people I know in the upper echelons of the tribe. If anyone dares to go, they will be beaten to death, tied with stones, and thrown into the sea.

I have only had enough food for a few days, how come I still remember the kindness of the Central Continent tribe?"

At this point, all ordinary workers, including Ma Laoer, have given up the idea of ​​resisting...

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Because at dawn in the morning, the farm director’s henchmen would wake him up directly with sticks and drive him to work.

In the breeze that smelled like the sea, Ma Laoer finally fell asleep.

Of course, allowing all the workers to take a nap for more than an hour does not mean that the factory director is very kind.

But these days are already the hottest days in the post-apocalyptic world. The sun is almost 50 degrees Celsius at noon. It will really kill people if they are forced to work.

But at this moment, Ma Laoer seemed to hear something unusual.

"Listener friends, because an emergency interview program needs to be inserted, this storytelling program will be postponed for half an hour; and the "Into Science" program originally scheduled from 2:00 to 2:30 will be canceled today.
To be continued...