While they brought energy crystals and commodities, they also brought technologies that were lacking here. For example, a very useful intelligent mechanical dog that can carry 100 kilograms of weight across all terrains.
It makes it easier for scavengers to carry more garbage. For example, the silk spun by a mutated spider can be made into a substitute for chemical adhesives commonly used in industry. Many private factories have absorbed these technologies and begun
Produce these "imported products".
The former slums have been bulldozed and apartment buildings have been built, most of which are private properties.
There is also a small part of the shelters owned by the military government. Here you can no longer see the malnourished technicians soliciting customers on the street. Instead, there are legally operated entertainment centers and well-dressed special workers.
No more refugees are seen on the street waiting to die. Anyone with sound hands and feet can find a job at Tianyuan Base.
If there is any difference between this place and a year ago, it is probably civilization.
“Don’t miss it when you’re passing by! The fresh Shell Valley! Come and take a look!”
The shouting of a vendor attracted Zhu Tian's attention.
There were crowds of onlookers in front of the not-so-spacious store. Two men dressed as mercenaries helped him carry the bags of packed grain onto the scales. The vendor in animal skins shouted while shouting
Receive the customer's money and then hand a pack of cartridge shells to the customer's hand.
"Bullet Valley?" Zhu Tian looked at the bags of grain with some surprise.
Moving closer, he asked the vendor.
"How do you sell this thing?"
"One kilogram of 3 energy crystals, no bargaining." The vendor didn't recognize Zhu Tian's face, so he probably came from out of town.
The price is probably similar to the price of instant noodles in the area, and slightly cheaper than the price of rice, Zhu Tian thought to himself.
"Where did this thing come from?" Zhu Tian asked.
The vendor glanced at Zhu Tian warily and didn't answer. He just said, "Buy it or not. If you don't, don't block the way."
Zhu Tian didn't care about his rudeness and took out three rice-sized energy crystals from his pocket and threw them into the vendor's hand.
"Give me a kilogram."
Seeing the energy crystal, the vendor immediately beamed with joy and offered a bag of bullet shells with both hands.
Looking at the bag of shells in his hand, Zhu Tian stopped and thought for a moment, then walked towards the warehouse area.
When he arrived at the warehouse area, Zhao Tianqiang had been waiting at the door for a long time. Standing next to him was another man, Hu Dedi, a businessman from the big mine.
When he saw Zhu Tian, Emperor Hu De's eyes lit up and he hurriedly greeted him enthusiastically.
"Hey, Boss Zhu, we meet again. I have brought the slave you want."
"Where are the people?" Zhu Tian glanced at the empty space and there was no one there.
"Ahem, of course it can't be here. Now the slave business in Tianyuan Base is conducted in the shelter outside the wall. This is your rule." Zhao Tianqiang also stepped forward and explained to Zhu Tian.
Maybe it was the rule set by that guy Chu Zhaonan, but Zhu Tian didn't know about it.
Then the three of them came to the slave trading area in the outer circle. After Zhu Tian paid 20,000 energy crystals, the thousand slaves were transferred to his name.
Led by soldiers from the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base, these ragged slaves walked towards the direction of the Ming Dynasty base.
they will be taken to
The survivors of the Ming Dynasty will receive three months of military training at the Ming Dynasty base. If they successfully pass the assessment, they will get rid of their slave status and become lower-class citizens and join the army. Those who fail to pass the assessment will be sent to the colonies to work.
Production.
After receiving the energy crystal, Emperor Hu De bowed exaggeratedly to Zhu Tian, then walked away with his waist high.
"I bought this thing in a shop in Tianyuan base. Do you know the origin of this thing?" Pulling Zhao Tianqiang aside, Zhu Tian took out the bag of shells and asked straight to the point.
"Bullet Shell Valley? I know this stuff. It wasn't until my caravan left Suhang Province that I discovered that this wasteland was larger than we imagined. In the land of Jingchu 600 kilometers away, the survivors there
Everyone is growing this kind of grain. It was only recently that this kind of grain came here along the trade routes." Zhao Tianqiang said with a bitter smile as he looked at the millet the size of a bullet shell.
"What's the output of this thing?" Zhu Tian asked in a deep voice.
"The yield is very objective, but the soil quality requirements are very strict. Only soil with a pollution degree and radiation value lower than 20 can be planted. Such soil is basically not found in Jinling City. Even in the Jingchu area, this kind of soil can be planted
There are not many farms that produce crops. Although it can be grown using CNC planting towers, the cost will be very high."
Having said this, Zhao Tianqiang paused for a moment, reached out and grabbed a few bullets from the bag of shells.
"This kind of shell rice starch is mixed with several special plant proteins, so the structure is relatively tight. If it is steamed into rice, the outside is usually rotten, but the inside may still be raw. So this kind of shell rice is generally
It is ground into flour, and then mixed with butter refined from a different species of meat to make bread or biscuits, or simply used to make wine. My caravan saw these things over there in Wu City, and when I saw that they could produce food, I was honest
"I was surprised. I originally thought that only the Northern United Region and some shelters could produce food, but I didn't expect that someone would discover this edible mutant crop."
Radiation has brought too many surprises to this land, just like no one knows what monsters will come out of the nuclear bomb crater, and no one knows what treasures may be hidden inside. When the plants of the old world cannot grow on this soil
If they are propagated, plants from the New World will inevitably replace them.
"Won't this mutated crop accumulate toxins?" Zhu Tian asked confused.
In his impression, the main reason why most plants in the wasteland cannot be used is because toxins in the soil will accumulate in the plants. This is also the reason why mutant fruits are inedible and can only be used as raw materials for nutritional mixtures.
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"This Shell Valley is very special. Toxins are basically accumulated in the husks. Therefore, it can be eaten directly without throwing it into the organic conversion furnace." Zhao Tianqiang sighed.
This is not good news. This kind of rice has spread to Jinling City along the trade routes, and it is bound to have an impact on the grain business jointly monopolized by the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base and the Zhao Group.
Although this kind of food is not as good as white rice in terms of texture and taste, it is still a substitute for poor people who cannot afford rice.
Seeing Zhu Tian fell into silence, Zhao Tianqiang tentatively suggested.
"I once suggested that Chu Zhaonan increase the tax rate in Shell Valley."
"Oh? What's his answer?" Zhu Tian asked.
"Free trade." Zhao Tianqiang spread his hands helplessly.
"He has the same idea as me." Zhu Tian smiled.
"Well, after all, this is your business." Seeing that Zhu Tian was not moved, Zhao Tianqiang sighed and stopped insisting.
Protective taxation is meaningless except to make the poor unable to afford this kind of shell valley. Even if they can't afford the shell valley, they may not consume it.
Food they simply cannot afford.
Objectively speaking, the appearance of this kind of shell valley in Tianyuan Base is still very helpful to the growth of the population. Only enough food can feed more people. In the long run, the appearance of this kind of shell valley will have more advantages than disadvantages.
After bidding farewell to Zhao Tianqiang and seeing that it was getting late, Zhu Tian went to the Paradise Island Hotel to rest for the night.
Early the next morning, Zhu Tian took a helicopter back to the Ming Dynasty survivor base.
In front of the community center square, under the statue of the Mother of the Creepers, a thousand slaves stood in a dark place.
The clothes on these slaves have been uniformly changed into the military uniforms of the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base. Although they feel a little uneasy about what is about to happen, they obviously have no room for resistance under the gunpoint.
Zhou Weiguo was standing on the makeshift review stage, lecturing these new recruits and reading out the rules of the Ming Dynasty Survivor Base and the training plan for the next three months.
...
The helicopter engine roars.
Sitting in the cabin, Zhu Tian was doing a final inspection of the equipment on his body. What he was wearing at the moment was the newly manufactured W-1 type power armor prototype.
With its jet black paint and thick front armor, this armor, which is famous for its defensive power, looks much more reliable than the W-type.
"The weapon system is normal, the power system is normal..."
The cursor flashed, and Zhu Tian skillfully inspected the various instruments of the power armor. Although the operation interface of the W-1 is slightly different from the W-type in some details, it is still basically the same.
The cursor in the field of vision moved with the focus of the pupils, confirming that all systems were operating normally, Zhu Tian grinned "hehe" at the W-type power armor opposite.
Of course, through the iron box, he knew that she would not be able to see it.
"Are you a child?" Li Xinran teased.
"Huh?"
"Next time you giggle, remember to turn off the communication channel." Li Xinran continued to complain mercilessly.
Wu Qiang, who was wearing carbon nano-armor, was holding a ghost sniper rifle and sat there without saying a word. From the expressionless face, Zhu Tian couldn't tell whether he was unresponsive or suppressing a smile.
As for the other soldiers wearing two power armors, Zhu Tian guessed that they did not dare to laugh.
The mission goal is very simple. Airborne to the Geological Bureau to obtain data, and then evacuated via helicopter.
Combat units: 4 power armors, one sniper, and one hacker.
When operating in a city center with a high density of zombies, the numerical advantage is useless. No matter how many people there are, it is impossible to outnumber the zombies, unless an army is directly sent to crush them. Of course, it is just for a resource distribution map, and a big fight is made for this.
Obviously this is not necessary.
Because of the welded Type 50 electromagnetic gun, this YZ-50 can only carry six units of power armor. Since the weight of the W-1 is nearly twice that of the W model, it is already difficult to carry these six people.
Considering that this operation may encounter crawlers or more difficult alien species, the combat effectiveness of the people performing this operation must not be too low.
But here's the trouble. Although there are many soldiers in the Ming Survivor Base, they are basically all slaves.
Although they had received military training, the training was basically in conventional combat. Although the survivors in Liuhe were all veterans who were good at hunting alien species, Zhu Tian never let them learn how to operate power armor.