The clouds were thick and the sky was very low, giving people a sense of oppression.
North of Oil City, Shuanghe Town.
On the G4 highway, two dilapidated medium-sized trucks were driving north. The bodies were modified and the truck bodies were raised to be flush with the front of the truck so that they could hold more things.
The headlights of the two vehicles were shattered and a crash bar was installed in the front.
The window glass was broken, but a few iron rods were welded in to fix it.
It can't block the wind, but it can stop zombies.
There were about ten people standing on the carriages of the two vehicles, and at their feet were things like shovels, sieves, poles, and dung pans.
As the vehicle jolts, the things inside the vehicle body also sway, making knocking noises.
In the pickup truck in front, a man was sitting in the passenger seat
Put your legs on the driver's seat of the car.
He held a cigarette rolled in corn silk in his mouth, but he couldn't bear to smoke it, so he kept it in his mouth and put the cigarette in front of his nose to smell it from time to time.
The corn, corn cobs and corn produced at the Da Zhangshu Base can be used to make corn tortillas, the corn leaves and corn stalks wrapped in it can be used to feed pigs, and even the corn silk can be used to make shredded tobacco.
Nothing is wasted.
This kind of shredded tobacco made from corn silk smells like straw when smoked, which is very refreshing and can also treat rhinitis.
The land for planting is precious, and there is no space for growing tobacco. The first priority must be to ensure the cultivation of food.
The vehicle drove to a bridge and stopped suddenly.
thump!
The vehicle stopped suddenly, causing the man sitting in the passenger seat to put his feet forward. He slid down on the seat and hit his head on the iron railing on the window.
The man grimaced in pain, propped up his body with both hands, sat up, and hit the guilty-faced driver twice on the head.
"Stuttering, didn't I tell you how to drive? Slowly apply the brakes!"
"I'm really impressed!"
The man rubbed his head.
With a face full of embarrassment, he stuttered and said:
"Big brother, big brother... the brakes... there is something wrong with each piece."
The man cursed: "If you have a fart problem, I won't have any problem driving it."
He looked at a man wearing a peaked cap in the back seat and said:
"Dapeng, drive the car down there."
Then he looked at Stutter and said, "Stutter, get off the bus with me."
After saying that, he opened the car door and got out of the car.
The dozen or so people on the truck skillfully threw the tools on the truck and jumped off the truck.
Each of them held carrying poles, dung pans, shovels and other tools in their hands and walked under the highway bridge.
Under this bridge is a dry river, and the riverbed is exposed after the river dries up.
The river sand inside is revealed, and these river sands are excellent building materials.
It has not rained for several months, causing the river to dry up. There are also some benefits, that is, it becomes extremely easy to obtain river sand.
Boom boom boom——
After everyone on the truck got off, the two medium-sized trucks drove towards the field ridge next to the bridge.
Try to drive as close to the river as possible to save effort.
Dapeng drove the vehicle down from a relatively gentle place and arrived at the dry river bed.
The river bed is full of stones, river sand, and some garbage.
Dapeng held the steering wheel tightly and drove on the rugged river bed.
"Come over here." Sun Dali took the cigarette from his mouth and shouted towards the truck not far away.
Dapeng and the others drove the car next to Sun Dali and stopped.
Those carrying the dung pans on their shoulder poles jumped off the bridge and began to dig sand and load the river sand onto the dung pans.
A man wearing a ragged leather jacket knelt down and rubbed the river sand, "Brother, the quality of this river sand is pretty good."
Sun Dali glanced at the sand on the river bed, picked up the shovel and dug several times without digging to the bottom, indicating that there was a lot of sand in the river.
"Not bad, at least it's enough for us to pretend for a few days."
The man in the leather jacket had messy hair, which was blown around by the wind. He pressed it down and continued to ask:
"Brother, if we can fill both cars, how many points can we earn?"
Sun Dali thought for a while and said:
"It's overloaded with 40 tons of sand anyway. After deducting the points required for fuel, I estimate that I can earn about 50 points."
"Sigh... The main reason is that fuel is too expensive. If we have points later, we can build an electric truck. When the charging electricity bill is cheaper, our costs will also come down."
"Oh." Coal Ball, who was wearing a leather jacket, nodded.
Sun Dali clapped his hands and shouted to everyone:
"Brothers, start working! We only have 6 hours."
Under his order, everyone began to get busy.
The greenhouse opened the crossbar of the truck body, removed the two wooden boards from the inside of the truck, and placed them on the river bed and the truck body, making it easier for them to carry sand on their backs and load it into the truck.
There are 26 of them in total, and the division of labor is very clear.
Some people are responsible for digging river sand with shovels, throwing the river sand onto the screen, and filtering out some stone garbage and other things.
Use a shovel to shovel some of the filtered river sand into the manure basket.
Some of them used shoulder poles to carry dung baskets containing river sand, and carried the river sand to the truck bed for dumping.
Sun Dali climbed on the roof of the car, holding a telescope he had found from nowhere, with only one side of the telescope left, to alert the surroundings so that he could give everyone an early warning if zombies appeared.
After looking around and seeing that there were no zombies around, I didn't find anything unusual.
He took out a box of matches from his arms, rubbed the fire, and lit the corn silk cigarette he had held in his mouth.
This cigarette has no filter.
Even the whole cigarette is rolled by oneself, and the cut tobacco is bought and rolled by oneself.
Cigarettes without filters are particularly powerful when smoked.
Headed up in a second.
hiss--
call--
He took a puff of cornsilk cigarette and felt refreshed.
The wind is a bit strong, and the wind blows half of it, and he blows half of it.
This made him feel a little distressed about the cigarette, so he put his hands together to cover the cigarette butt and let it burn slower.
Slowly blowing out the smoke, his cloudy eyes showed thoughts.
Forty tons, earn 50 points, which will be divided equally among 26 of them.
One person can earn about 2 points a day.
However, they have to solve the problem of eating by themselves, and each person has to earn about ten points per day to eat.
Generally speaking, you still earn more than working on a construction site, almost twice as much.
Not every team of survivors in the trading bazaar can do this kind of work like them.
At least the whole car is needed, and at least five people are needed.
One or two people come out to do this kind of work. Not to mention other things, just loading sand and gravel into the car can tire them to death.
Only one or two people can handle more than ten tons of sand, and their power is limited.
If you don't fill up your car, you'll be spending a lot of fuel on one trip.
When the time comes, the fuel they spend on points will be more than the points they earn.
The gain outweighs the loss.
On the other hand, if you use your own car to load river sand, you have to be responsible for your own profits and losses. The most important thing is that it is unsafe.
If you encounter zombies, you have to deal with them yourself and bear the risk at your own risk.
The trading bazaar has been under construction recently. In addition to the transportation brigade sent by the government itself, it has also announced the recruitment of survivors to help search and transport building materials.
And according to the amount of river sand transported by the survivors, corresponding points will be awarded.
Give full play to the subjective initiative of the survivors and use points to exchange for labor and building materials.
Otherwise, Oil City's own transportation team alone would be unable to meet the massive amount of building materials required on the construction site.
But Sun Dali and the others were just right.
There were about twenty people, two medium-sized trucks, overloaded, and the points earned were pretty good.
While thinking about earning points, Sun Dali smoked the corn silk cigarette in his hand.
After he finished smoking the cigarette, he shouted to Dapeng:
"Dapeng, come up and watch."
Then he took over Dapeng's job of carrying sand.
Although he was the leader of this team, he did not use his privileges to stop working because of this.
On the contrary, he is like everyone else and eats whatever his brothers eat.
He would do whatever the brothers did, and he would not be lazy.
An hour later.
The people who sift the sand, the people who load the sand, and the people who carry the sand onto the truck body are rotated.
Of these three things, the person who is loading the truck with sand is the most tired and miserable.
The physical labor that lasted for more than an hour made them sweat.
Some people even work shirtless.
Their endurance was very good and they kept repeating for more than an hour.
Another hour passed.
The time came to twelve noon.
"Brother Li, it's twelve o'clock, why don't we take a break?" a middle-aged man with gray hair asked.
The middle-aged man's face looked like he was in his forties, but his white hair made it difficult to tell his true age.
Sun Dali thrust the shovel in his hand into the sand and raised his head to look at the truck.
One of the trucks is estimated to be full with dozens of loads of sand.
Sun Dali wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted to everyone:
"Brothers, take a rest."
He shouted to the man standing guard on the roof of the car:
"Xiao Li, come down and give out cakes and water to everyone."
Then he looked at Stutter next to him and said, "Stutter, go up and stand guard for him."
"Okay, okay, okay..."
Watching is the most relaxing job, so every half hour, the job will basically be rotated.
Sun Dali tried his best to be fair and avoid conflicts among everyone.
Many times, we don’t worry about scarcity but about inequality.
Especially for people in a team like them, failure to be fair can easily lead to a lot of internal conflicts.
In a team, unity is the most important thing.
Sun Dali strictly adhered to this point.
Xiao Li is the youngest in their team, only in his early twenties.
He jumped out of the car nimbly and took down a plastic bucket filled with clean water and a large bag of multigrain cakes.
"Come."
"Uncle Liu, this is for you."
"Brother Ma, it's yours."
"Sister Wang, come."
.....
Each person got a piece of grain cake, and Xiao Li gave each of them a piece.
As for the water, you have to pour it yourself.
They also have their own water containers, and they go to the bucket and pour it into their own cups.
They use a variety of water containers, including the Nongfu Spring plastic bottles that were very common before the end of the world. The ones used by Yibao, Wahaha, and Runtian are the most common.
Some people also use military kettles, which have a large capacity and are very convenient, but a bit heavy.
Some people also use thermos cups...
Various, no one is the same.
"Brother, this is for you." Xiao Li handed the multigrain cake to Sun Dali.
Sun Dali was leaning on the bank of a dry river. The river was originally two meters deep, and Sun Dali was leaning on a canal washed out by the water.
He rubbed the sand off his hands and wiped the dust off his clothes.
He just took it and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Pour me some water."
Sun Dali pointed to the truck, "My cup is on the passenger seat."
"Okay, Brother Li." Xiao Li nodded and ran over.
Xiao Li was rummaging around in the passenger side of the truck, and suddenly, the storage box opened.
He looked at an explosive photo magazine in the storage box and was stunned.
This amazing figure, this handsome face.
He couldn't help but flip through the pages of the magazine, and the pictures inside the magazine were even more exciting, making him, a young young man with a strong temper, tremble at the sight.
This magazine seems to have been read many times, and the edges are slightly curled.
Moreover, when I hold the magazine in my hand, it feels a bit sticky, and I don’t know what it is.
"Xiao Li, what are you doing? Give me the water glass." Sun Dali's urging came from behind.
"Oh~"
"Here it comes." Xiao Li returned the magazine to the storage box and took out Sun Dali's kettle from the storage box.
After filling it with water, Xiaopao handed the water to Sun Dali.
Sun Dali looked at the red-faced Xiao Li with confusion on his face, "What are you doing? You've been gone for so long?"
"No, no, no, it's okay." Xiao Li's face turned redder.
Although he is twenty years old, he is still inexperienced and does not understand those things very well.
Sun Dali glanced at him suspiciously, took a gulp of water, and continued to bite the multigrain pancake.
Suddenly I remembered that I had put a magazine in the storage box.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He suddenly smiled and said: "Xiao Li, you can take a look at that magazine."
"No, no need." Xiao Li's face turned as red as his butt and he ran away.
"Hahahahaha." Dapeng, who was sitting next to Sun Dali, naturally knew what magazine Dali was talking about.
He also reads that magazine often.
"Xiao Li is so cute. Xiao Li, come here, Brother Peng will teach you some knowledge..." Dapeng shouted towards him.
Other team members around him also started cheering.
"Xiao Li, although my sister is much older than you, she can help you become a man." A middle-aged woman holding a pancake and sitting in an elegant and sassy posture joked.
"Yo yo yo, Xiao Li is blushing, hahahaha."
"Xiao Li, don't worry about them. Come to my bed at night, and my sister will show you the luminous watch."
"Sister Fang, I am willing to discuss life with you in your bed..."
"Ni Zuokai! You old pockmark, don't try to take my idea. I just like small fresh meat, and you can't bite an old bacon like this!"
Lao Mazi: "...Sigh..."
"Xiao Li, if you have made up your mind, just ask your sister Fang..."
People in the apocalypse will not care too much about other people's opinions. They will say whatever they think in their hearts.
Lower Riba people, the survivors at the bottom of the apocalypse, cannot escape this most primitive desire.
Men are shameless, and women express their thoughts freely and boldly.
Xiao Li hid in the car and did not dare to come out.
Everyone laughed happily...but their laughter was not malicious, it was just a joke after being tired.
Dapeng chewed the grain cake and said to Sun Dali:
"Brother, why don't you take Xiao Li to Tingfeng Tower another day..."
"ah!"
At this moment, the man standing on the roof of the car holding a telescope stuttered,
After seeing the mighty motorcade coming from the north, he shouted:
"Yes!! Yes - yes, yes, yes..."
When Sun Dali heard him shouting, he jumped up suddenly and stood on the ridge of the field.
But the ridges were not high enough for him to see.