A three-hundred-acre barrier requires tens of thousands of crystals. Almost every day, at least one box of green crystals is needed. However, no matter how difficult it is, Rong Batian and others will spare no effort.
Boxes of crystals were moved out, and the sweet potatoes genetically modified by Ling Xuewei had a very high survival rate. They soon sprouted out of the ground and grew into clusters of vine leaves. At a glance, they were a vast expanse of green.
The barren and snow-white land has become the only color here.
Ling Xuewei added spiritual spring water to the inner lake, which on the one hand can strengthen everyone's physique, and on the other hand, can speed up the growth of crops.
The ripening time of sweet potatoes is about thirty to fifty days. After Baize's improvement and the blessing of spiritual spring water, the ripening time can be shortened to about twenty days.
However, in order not to attract attention, she did not add so much spiritual spring water. The current food reserves in the city can still last for a while.
In addition to growing sweet potatoes, there are also those that specialize in growing soybeans, corn, and vegetables, but they only have less than fifty acres. Right now, life-saving is more important.
To be honest, Ling Xuewei was not proficient in farming, but with Bai Ze here, he contained vast knowledge for the next thousands of years.
Ling Xuewei asked Bai Ze to summarize the knowledge about planting and agriculture, and then put it into a brochure. Then she took these things out and gave them to Rong Batian, and asked them to find experienced farmers for research.
Of course, Bai Ze's knowledge here has also been modified appropriately based on the soil and environment of the God Realm. As for whether they can figure out a planting plan to withstand the cold, it depends on themselves.
This is all Ling Xuewei can do.
Seven days later, the situation in Hengcheng was basically stable, and all the sweet potato seedlings survived.
The people cheered that they could finally have enough to eat and no longer had to starve to death in the cold. In the past hundred years, Hengcheng has not experienced such a bad climate. After nearly ten thousand years, dark creatures have returned to this world. The real
The era of disaster is coming.
Although they are just ordinary people, they also know how important food is in the chaotic days to come.
They were very lucky that they had chosen to stay in Hengcheng, otherwise they would have become refugees now, suffering from cold and hunger all day long, and they would lose their lives at some point.
In the past few days when the virus broke out in the city, there have been countless refugees fleeing the city. Thousands of them are currently outside the city.
Because he didn't know whether they were infected with the virus, Rong Batian could only ask the soldiers to close the city gate tightly and set up some simple tents outside to temporarily accommodate them. It was not that they were overly sympathetic. If they were ignored, once the refugees occurred
The first thing a riot affects is the people in the city.
Soldiers were specially assigned to resettle the refugees and set up porridge sheds to distribute porridge to them free of charge. Each person could receive porridge twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. If they were children, they would also receive more steamed buns.
Such humane measures appeased most of the refugees and did not trigger riots.
At the same time, it is also because hundreds of sturdy and well-equipped warriors are guarding the outside of the city. Even if the refugees want to do something, they have no intention of doing so. What's more, they already have food and temporary shelter, and there are
What's the reason to cause trouble?
"The refugees outside the city must be resettled as soon as possible."
On the city wall, Ling Xuewei said to Rong Batian. She had just looked at it with Kunpeng eyes. Most of the people had been infected with corpse poison, and it was much more serious than the people in the city. If they were allowed to be infected with the mutation, they would be the first to be affected.
Yes, it's them.
"There are too many refugees. I asked someone to count them. They have exceeded 20,000 people, and there are more people coming here. They can be resettled in the city, but if they enter the city, they will definitely need more detoxification.
Drugs and food, and we don’t know if there are craftsmen or unscrupulous people among them."
"Then let people build a resettlement camp outside the city."
Rong Batian's eyes lit up, "I understand, I will do it now."
He quickly left to make arrangements, while Ling Xuewei went down to the city and headed out of the city.
Along the way, there were ragged refugees all the way, most of them skinny, with vegetable-colored faces, and they looked very pitiful. Because the temporary shed had air leakage from all sides, and they just used some animal skins to put it on top, which basically couldn't block much of the cold wind.
In many cases, a large family is crowded into a five-square-meter shed. People are noisy, and the cry of children can be heard from time to time.
When they saw a woman with a noble air approaching, followed by several soldiers, they all moved out of the way, showing respect.
At this time, several thin children ran over, and the ones behind them were chasing a short little radish and shouting that he seemed to have stolen their steamed buns. The little radish bumped into her leg because of the panic.
He leaned back, fell to the ground, and dropped the bun in his hand.
It rolled to the side and was stained by snow water.
He immediately got up, threw himself at the steamed bun, and held it tightly in his arms. Three children were already chasing him, "If you dare to steal our stuff, beat him!"
"Hit him!!"
Started punching and kicking him.
As soon as they reached out, they were bounced away by an invisible force. The soldiers stepped forward and picked them up.
When the three children saw this battle, their faces suddenly turned pale.
Ling Xuewei stepped forward and lifted up the little boy on the ground. She saw that he was as skinny as a stick, with his big head hanging on his body, his face was extremely dirty, and he only had a pair of eyes looking at her timidly.
"What's going on?"
the soldier asked.
"That boy stole our food!"
"That's right! He stole the steamed buns and ran away while we weren't paying attention. That's why we beat him."
"That's right!"
…
"Did you steal it?"
Ling Xuewei asked.
Xiao Douding carefully looked at Ling Xuewei, especially when he saw the soldiers in armor, he tightened the corners of his tattered clothes in fear, and murmured for a long time before a voice as thin as a mosquito fly came, "...Grandma is hungry, she is going to die.
Yes, I just took what they threw on the ground..."
Ling Xuewei's eyes flashed.
"We didn't lose it! We dropped it accidentally!"
"That's right! You're talking nonsense! Who would throw away food?"
The three older children chattered a lot.
"I, I didn't lie..." Xiao Douding was flustered.
Ling Xuewei understood and asked the soldiers to bring a few more clean steamed buns to the children. They didn't say anything more and left happily.
Ling Xuewei looked at the little Dou Ding who had only reached her thighs, and thought of Diandian and Mianmian for a moment. Her heart was slightly sour, as the war brought only endless fear and harm to these children.
Ling Xuewei knelt down and gave him two more clean steamed buns, "Here are these for you."
Xiao Douding looked at the white and fragrant steamed buns in Ling Xuewei's hands, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
Ling Xuewei stood up and suddenly felt her clothes tighten. She lowered her head and met the pleading eyes of Little Douding. (To be continued)