That night, at 11:36, the green portal appeared in front of everyone as expected.
Like senior garbage truck drivers on the construction site, Hu Biao and Lang Qing spit out the cigarette butts from their mouths and drove the high-horsepower tractors that had been started long ago.
He stepped on the accelerator, dragging a long string of cargo compartments behind him, and drove into the portal like a train.
Later, when a familiar sense of space distortion appeared, the two successfully arrived at the familiar air-raid shelter in the doomsday world.
Also arriving with them were people who had returned to the modern plane through here again. Behind them, the cargo boxes of large and small vehicles were also filled with various supplies.
Soon, the space in the middle of the mountain, which was not small in size, was filled to the brim.
Judging from the calm expressions of these people, who were as calm as if they were going to a restaurant, there were no accidents during this time traveling...
"What the hell! It looks like that damn cold winter has finally passed..."
When the thick iron door of the air raid shelter was pushed open, a bright and warm sunshine suddenly shone on Hu Biao and others.
At the same time, there was a faint smell of sea.
As well as the fruits and fragrance, the breeze blew on their faces; Hu Biao was so energetic that he couldn't help shouting like this.
This means that they have been able to save a lot of materials and energy in the recent period, at least in terms of cold-proof clothing and heating fuel.
Indeed, when the long period of half a year passed in the apocalyptic world, the extremely cold winter that was extremely fatal to the indigenous people finally came to an end.
The solar term here now should be the warm and beautiful late spring season.
Therefore, standing at the entrance of the air-raid shelter at a higher position, Hu Biao and the others instinctively raised the telescopes they carried with them and saw this scene:
In the nearest surrounding area, as far as the eye can see, there are all kinds of green crops, fruits and vegetables, which are growing luxuriantly in the fields.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Hu Biao always feels that compared with last year’s crop, this year’s crops seem to be growing better.
Another bumper harvest seems to be foreseeable.
To be honest, even if these crops are growing and harvesting at the same rate as last year, it is thanks to the enthusiasm of the once hungry natives who are frantically reclaiming wasteland and planting food.
With the current scale of land cultivation of the Central Continent tribes, they have completely achieved self-sufficiency in food, and even have a considerable surplus.
After all, oil crops such as soybeans and rapeseed have been widely planted last year.
And the simple technology of oil extraction has also been promoted on a large scale.
Now within the scope of the Central Continent tribe, after each meal has enough oil and water, the appetite of the indigenous people has been significantly reduced.
The fact that everyone, regardless of gender or age, can finish a bowl of multi-grain steamed buns or cornmeal porridge in one meal should become a thing of the past.
A little further away is the factory area and residential area planned by the Zhongzhou tribe.
In the residential area, there is a row of three-story red brick buildings with the specific style of Tongzilou. They have been built or are under construction.
When many indigenous people pass by here, they can't help but stop and take a look at these buildings that are said to be equipped with electric lights, telephones, and televisions in the future.
The fire in his eyes is no different from that of the house slaves in the modern world who are waiting for the handover of a house after paying a down payment.
The only difference is that due to the limited construction capacity of the Central Continent tribe, building materials are also relatively tight; they can only build the kind of tube tower in the modern dimension, the last century.
In terms of specific living area per capita, it is just a bit shabbier.
Among the large and small chimneys in the factory area, billowing smoke is being emitted at this moment; this shows that with the gradual growth of indigenous technicians, their current production is still normal.
It was not because of the departure of Hu Biao and others, nor because of some common minor problems, that production was stopped directly.
Perhaps such a scene with a large number of chimneys emitting thick smoke would not be a good sight at all for environmentalists.
But in the eyes of Hu Biao and others, it represents the hope of a better future life.
Damn it! If you still talk about environmental protection when you are so poor that you can't even survive, then you are completely acting like a hooligan.
A little further away is the huge water surface outside Yangshan Port.
Compared to the vast expanse of water in the past, there was often not even a small boat making DIY tire mineral water bottles; now, there are seven or eight fishing boats busy on the water.
Driven by engines and paddles, they dragged fishing nets one after another, and quickly caught a large amount of fish with an efficiency that was once unimaginable to the natives.
Then, these foods, which represented a large amount of high-quality protein and vitamins, were towed back one by one by small iron-hulled ships with a load of about 10 tons.
Because the amount of fish caught was so large, the members living in the tribe headquarters probably couldn’t finish it.
Therefore, most of these fishing boats drove directly to the side of the pier, where the name "No. 1 Cannery" was hung.
Let dozens of the indigenous people line up and follow the assembly line-like process to remove the usable fish meat from these large fish with sharp teeth.
Eventually, it was processed into salted fish, or canned fish, and became another industrial product for the Zhongzhou tribe.
In short, Hu Biao and others stood at the door of the air-raid shelter. What they could see was that during their absence, the tribal territory was in order and the indigenous people were spontaneously producing and living.
But compared to the above, there are other places that attract Hu Biao's attention more.
It was in their eyes that they could see the sincere smiles on the faces of their natives, men, women, old and young, as well as the peaceful and polite greetings to each other.
And the confidence shown in their faces and actions.
After seeing this for a while, everyone in the Zhongzhou team felt indescribably satisfied.
As the saying goes, "If you have a solid warehouse, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace." It is precisely because of their appearance that these good changes reappeared in such a land.
Let these lives that can be called compatriots live a life that can be called normal and like a single person.
Such a sense of satisfaction is truly awe-inspiring.
Even for a moment, Hu Biao suddenly felt that as long as he could see these sincere smiling faces, it didn't matter if he didn't become an emperor.
Of course, these people must cry and shout for him.
Let him, Hu Biao, become that kind of emperor and majesty, and he can reluctantly do so for a while.
With such an inexplicable emotion, Hu Biao looked at the senior leaders of the tribe, who were already walking towards them in groups.
For this reason, Hu Biao looked back at the people in the team behind him, and shouted with full pride:
"Brothers and sisters, dog, dog, dog~
Our great cause has just begun. Ten thousand years is too short. We only seize the day. Let's hold a meeting and take action.
We will definitely be able to build this home into a better place, just like the modern plane."
"Let's go~" Xu Feng shook his arms and echoed loudly...
PS: I know that many people don’t like to watch farming plots, so I will pay attention to the length and try to complete the transition as much as possible.