"I, I am." The middle-aged woman full of wrinkles said with some trepidation.

Jingshu looked up and down at the tall and thin middle-aged woman and found that she was a cleaner among the group of people. She nodded secretly and said, "I heard from Captain Li that you cooked the meals during this period? These days I want to hire you to cook for the cook, and the reward is to provide you with two meals a day."

Aunt Wang smiled on her sallow face: "Hey, I have a daughter. Can she help me? She is very capable and needs a helper to cook for dozens of people..."

Aunt Wang's daughter is seventeen or eighteen years old, but she looks extremely thin, just like dried radish, and she is nervously looking at Jingshu.

Jingshu narrowed her eyes and thought about the plan, nodded: "Yes, you can choose a few more women as helpers, and all these cooking tasks will be left to you to manage. Before cooking, count the number of people with Wang Dan, and then come to me to get the ingredients. Let's eat breakfast today. After Wang Dan counts the number of people, you will come to me to get the ingredients."

Everyone has a fixed amount of food. They must not eat it when they are full. There are only so many compressed biscuits. Jingshu wants to leave most of them for the people in the fleet to eat, and a small half mixed with soil to make dirt cakes for the villagers to eat.

Aunt Wang was a little surprised. The meals of these people are not very complicated. How come they need so many people? Didn’t they just turn the compressed biscuits into water? But I didn’t say anything.

As soon as this came out, the person who was still hesitating did not hesitate anymore, and did not kneel on the ground and cried. He immediately got up and went to Wang Dan to register. No matter what he did, there was really food to eat anyway, but it was too late to go, but there was really no food. I didn’t hear that the meal was all fixed. Does anyone have any regulations on the number?

Anyway, no matter what you eat, it is better than eating dirt every day, right?

Wang Dan counted the number of people, and asked Jingshu a little embarrassedly: "Then what are we going to do? What can we do? I don't feel at ease to take care of seeds and take care of seeds. If I steal them, I have no place to cry."

Jingshu's mouth curled slightly: "Demolite all the burnable materials in the house in Kashangu, concentrate them in our hands to provide heating for the past few days, and cook water. Dig out large mud pits around, extract the finest mud at the bottom, filter it and hand it over to Aunt Wang, and ask her to start making dirt cakes, and try to store enough dry food before the rescue comes down to consume on the road.

If you customize the workload for them, select two best-doing people to be the team leader, and you will be responsible for supervising them. If there are any cheating people, there will be no food to eat."

Jingshu plans to let these people do it themselves and store food by themselves. People outside only eat so much food when working every day. These people do nothing here, so what else do they want to eat?

In the end of the world, if you want to survive, you have to do it yourself. It is impossible to rely on the government to help everyone, and don’t count on her as an outsider.

The fleet personnel and the people from Gashangou Village, who were originally scattered, suddenly had a backbone, and suddenly had something to do, and suddenly seemed to have expectations and motivation for the future.

Wang Dan quickly finished the division of labor. Some took the iron shovel from his home to dig a dredge, some filtered the bottom soil according to Jingshu, and some began to demolish the houses in Kashangu, including beams, wooden piers and beds, and those that could be burned were concentrated on the fleet.

The village chief and some people watched the fun around and mocked him: "I'm stupid. I'll just let you do your work. It's hard to say whether you give me food or not."

..

There is a big pit around the big ship's trough, and some mud and water are stored in the pit. This is the water used by everyone trapped. There is a temporary double pit stove next to it.

Aunt Wang brought her daughter and two women from the village to the stove. Several of them looked at Jingshu with some fear and told them how to cook during this period. Wang Dan, who had counted the number of people, added next to him:

"Our fleet and Gashangu were moved to this place by plates. After eating all the food, Aunt Wang found the leather from each family, cut the roots into pieces and cooked them, and then dug the soil in the ground. Later, they mixed the bad seeds and ground them into powder and mixed them into millet, so everyone could get half full."

"I'm smart, at least I survived. Living is better than anything else." Jingshu nodded. Leather belts, made of animal skins, have some protein inside, and can be eaten, but they can't be chewed and cannot be digested.

Li Dayou is just stupid. If he eats this way, he won’t have a big belly.

Aunt Wang said modestly: "The famine in my father's area is happening, and this is how we spent it. At that time, there were grass roots and bark, which could be eaten even if they were cooked."

Wang Dan said: "Today there are 35 people working. The filtered soil will be delivered in a while and the fuel will be delivered. When will you start making soil cakes?"

Jingshu took out ten compressed biscuits from her backpack and handed them over. "Feat this meal first, boil a compressed biscuit paste in water, and then beat three frangipani flowers into it. After the meal, Aunt Wang took the people to start making dirt cakes. Mix the compressed biscuits cooked into porridges and soil, and pinched them into pancakes and roasted them over fire to make dry food. Such pancakes are crisp and delicious, which is better than eating leather."

"Hey!" Aunt Wang agreed. She was already very satisfied with being able to eat the earthen cake mixed with compressed biscuits. The girl said it was right. It would be good to survive. She looked at her daughter again. There were so many children in the mountains... It was gone. She wanted her daughter to survive and eat anything. If she lived, she would hope and always see the sun.

After arranging the matter here, Jingshu and Wang Dan got on the big ship. According to Wang Dan, the water from the canal where they were located was suddenly drained. The big ship was not only trapped on the dry ground, but also sent all the way to this side by the moving boards, and finally hit a row of houses in the Gashan Valley.

The space for this search ship is quite large, but all the closed places are equipped with seeds, leaving only one bathroom and an operating room, two accommodation rooms and a simple kitchen.

Jingshu asked Wang Dan to scoop a few buckets of water and put it into the kitchen on the boat. She took out a small filter and started filtering the water.

Wang Dan stuttered his tongue. Unexpectedly, Jingshu actually carried the equipment for filtering water when she went out. She was still so particular in the end of the world? But when she thought about Jingshu's identity, he felt relieved again. Such a big guy must be more particular.

He followed Jingshu happily and said excitedly: "Do we also eat compressed biscuit porridge? Do we also add frangipani?"

"I can't get used to that." Jingshu said. Before Wang Dan's turn was thinking about what he couldn't eat when compressing biscuits soaked in water, he saw Jingshu clapping his hands: "Let's go, let it filter first, and start cooking after filtering."

“Where to go?”

"Go to find your captain."

...Five minutes later.
Chapter completed!