While the warehouse manager and his people were busy making steel using local methods and pouring out farm tools, the rest of the team was not idle either.
Under the fading sun, on the dock east of the camp, a funeral in the style of a doomsday world was going on.
The reason why it is said to be full of doomsday style is because it is a water burial.
In the past day or two, a total of 13 people have died from serious injuries, and now they are all being laid out on the shore.
Except that they were all dressed in the most decent clothes by their relatives and friends, and they tried their best to get a pair of the same shoes.
The blood stains on the face and body were wiped clean as much as possible.
Next, with a heavy heart, a group of relatives and friends worked together to lift them up.
Throw them into the sea one by one, and then the funeral is over, and there is no need to have a meal at all.
All of the above are due to the fact that in today's apocalyptic world, at least in coastal areas, land resources are too tight.
Under the pressure of survival instinct, water burial became the only way.
As for whether such a method will pollute the environment, there is no need to worry at all.
After these corpses were thrown into the sea, they immediately floated toward the deeper sea surface with the low tide in the evening.
After this floating state lasted for about three to five minutes, several large fish with sharp teeth appeared under the sea, smelling the smell of blood.
With the cruel and sharp teeth of these things, it is estimated that it will only take a very short time.
It can digest all the floating corpses.
Speaking of which! The above scene was the first time that the black Chinese medicine doctor and An Tusheng, who were invited to preside over the ceremony because of their status, experienced such a thing.
Suddenly, after seeing such a scene, I was deeply shocked.
These indigenous people live by fishing, and after they die, they feed their bodies to the fish. It is completely an unspeakable reincarnation, okay?
The two of them were so shocked that the natives present included the families of the deceased.
When the corpse of the deceased was eaten by the fish, he sang a ballad full of ancient rhymes with an indescribable taste in his mouth.
After listening to this strange song, the black Chinese medicine doctor and the others felt inexplicably calm in their hearts.
After listening carefully for a long time, I finally discerned the content of one of the paragraphs: "I have a good heart, and I have no regrets even after nine deaths~"
Immediately, the black Chinese medicine doctor reacted. Isn't this a certain sentence in "Li Sao"?
This made him understand that the inheritance of this nation has not been completely cut off. There are some things that are integrated into their blood and can always be passed down in some special ways...
What! Things like funerals are just an inconspicuous scene in the great cause of the Zhongzhou tribe.
Although the batch of farm tools that were rushed out overnight are ugly in appearance, they are still basically sufficient for land reclamation.
Then the day after these farm tools are released, at dawn, the farm tools are still warm.
The most important thing for Hu Biao and the others at the moment is, of course, digging out the necessary farmland. At this time, members from rural areas such as Xiling and Yuan Sin were immediately put to use.
In the morning breeze, Xiling held a new hoe in his hand, and his voice floated far away:
"You have looked at each one carefully! When you go down with the hoe, you must use force and a little skill.
Because what you need to do is not only dig out the grass roots, tree roots, and stones and throw them away, but also dig out the soil below. Only the land dug out of these holes will have a certain degree of fertility.
That’s right! Just like this is not enough, see what it is.”
When he said this, poor heavy machine gunner Yuan Sin appeared with a load of rich-tasting farmyard manure.
Because the smell was too strong, this guy had to plug his nostrils with strips of cloth. He looked like a ghost.
After ignoring my fellow Northeasterner and now looking like he wants to die.
Xi Ling continued to shout: "The newly reclaimed farmland must also undergo such a composting process. From now on, everyone remembers that they can only go to designated places, which are places called 'public toilets.'"
When he said this, Xiling deliberately aggravated his tone and said threateningly:
"If there are still people who defecate in the open, Mr. Hu has said that once they are caught, the crime will be handled by you. No one can persuade them."
But when he said these words, he didn't see the frightened native man clamping his legs so instinctively in fright.
On the contrary, as soon as he finished speaking, a rather pretty old lady first gave this guy a flirtatious look that weighed at least two pounds, and then asked:
"Master Xi, after the master is caught, we can still understand the method of cutting off the crime tools, and the old lady's can be blocked. Block it. Can you do it yourself?"
As soon as these words came out, the neck of a young man like Xi Ling turned red.
Upon seeing this, all the women burst out laughing, and there was a lot of joy in the atmosphere.
Subsequently, during the entire process of land reclamation, we eliminated some incidents that threatened the natives, but failed and were instead driven by the natives.
Xiling and the others still successfully guided a group of natives and planned to dig out neat terraces one after another on some of the hillsides around the camp.
These terraces will be used to grow corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes and other crops in large quantities, as well as small amounts of other crops.
Because the number of surrounding mountain springs is limited, these terraces will remain dry fields even after they are reclaimed.
In the future, watering will basically be done manually.
In addition, these newly reclaimed cultivated lands are still raw land, and their fertility is quite limited. It will only gradually improve after several years of continuous cultivation.
But even so, under some beautiful descriptions by Hu Biao and others, the indigenous people are still full of hope.
As for the precious flat land in front of the camp, which has not been developed at all for the time being, it must be reserved for cultivating paddy fields and growing crops such as rice.
Even at this point, they don't know whether a crop like rice can be grown in such an area, but it still doesn't affect their expectation that they can eat their own rice in the apocalyptic world...
When the mountains that had been desolate for who knows how many years were transformed into terraced fields through the efforts of Xi Ling and others.
At a location on the top of a mountain, Yang Dongli, AT, translator, and swordsman were among them.
They are leading people to build an artificial dam using stones, dead branches and mud. Such a dam is a task they received from Hu Biao after they became brave.
Originally, for such a dam, Yang Dongli and the others planned to use local methods to make some cement first, so that their debut project would be stronger and more beautiful.
However, because of the raw materials such as coal and limestone, not all of them have been found yet.
Now they can only use this crude method to build a dam that is not very strong in quality.
For such a small project, Yang Dongli, who had taken a bunch of certificates, put in great enthusiasm and finally confirmed that he would design it and a young white-collar worker would draw the drawings.
The translator and the swordsman personally led the people to carry out the construction according to the drawings.
In this way, a dam with a water storage capacity of more than 200 cubic meters and a height difference of 3 meters is gradually taking shape.
The reason why I designed such a thing was all thanks to the scrap shop in Xiling, where I purchased a small water and electricity device at a price not much more expensive than the scrap.
When he came here this time, Xiling naturally took him with him.
No! When such a dam is still built with stones, Bian Po, a graduate of Yale University, and Zhui Feng, a car repair apprentice ordered by a certain fourth son in Yangcheng, these two things.
We have already led people to do all the preparatory work before setting up this set of small hydropower equipment.
Even further away, two electricians, Zhuye and Xu Feng, finally came to the rescue.
They are currently leading people to be busy, arranging targets over 5 meters high all the way, and erecting them on the ground at intervals of twenty or thirty meters.
The function of this thing is of course a telegraph pole.
Therefore, after the telephone poles were erected, Home Page and Xu Feng began to pull up the wires; of course, the source of these wires were historical items left over from who knows how many years.
Because time has passed for too long, these wires have naturally aged.
In many places, the insulating coating of these antennas has already fallen off; therefore, after these wires are used, they actually pose considerable safety risks.
For example: short circuit, leakage, etc.
Even so, Zhuye and Xu Feng still tried their best to pick out some of the old wires that were in good condition among the old wires that were collected from mobile phones everywhere.
In short, from the dams built by Yang Dongli and others, to the small hydropower installed by Bianrou and others, and the wire pulling by Xu Feng and others.
All of the above are just for a simple purpose:
In fact, there are now several electric lights in the camp that can be turned on. Although it is only a few electric lights, it is the first step in the restoration of industrial civilization.