I will plant a field in the last days

Why does Jing Shu feel that without the power of the fifth dimension, the terrifying monsters in the previous life have become more terrifying? Without devouring each other and reducing the number, the number is too large. They eat whatever they see. It is really cruel. However, this kind of brother happens to be the Hulk's great tonic experience pill. If it appears again on the road, Jing Shu feels that she must deal with them all.

Saving a fortune on the Hulk's rations is secondary. The key is to eliminate harm for the people and be a good person with a sense of justice, huh.

Now that she knew the origin of the black liquid, Jingshu sent the Hulk out and placed it at the outermost edge of the encirclement, looking for targets at any time. As for the mud mermaid, Jingshu was a little worried at first, but after actually doing the experiment, she discovered:

The mud mermaid's skin is as thick as a city wall, and it may be because it is made of mud. The black liquid is not interested in the mud mermaid at all.

However, Jingshu still had to communicate with Xiaowei. The black liquid might be harmful to the Zerg tribe. With no contact in these days, she didn’t know where Xiaowei had gone with his tribe.

The convoy arrived at Liudaowan and was arranged to repair the tunnel. Jingshu was told to go to an emergency meeting as the person in charge of the insect cake factory.

At this moment, Jing's mother, who heard the news, and the heads of various departments in the food department were already waiting in the clean warehouse.

The satiated Xiaolu parked in front of the warehouse with satisfaction, opened the door, and thoughtfully carried the owner to the ground. It was so grand, but it shocked the male secretary who came to greet him, which was embarrassing. of.

Fortunately, the male secretary didn't say much and just said: "Come in quickly, the meeting has already started."

The warehouse has been greatly changed. The vegetable sheds from the Ministry of Agriculture have been moved in, and the trucks from the breeding farms have driven in. It is said to be a meeting, but it is more like being in a vegetable market. There are no tables or chairs. It all relies on being upright and stamping your feet. Exercise, if possible, hold a cup and drink hot water, add two wolfberries, it is the most powerful.

"Minister Su, your suggestion is good, but Xinlan Food is more nervous than us. I just contacted their person in charge, and they don't like us at all, hey."

"The price of food in Xinlan is high. We might as well wait for a few days for the supply of food to be shipped from the logistics department. The people in these days will be hungry for now..."

"The superiors ask us to solve it, but they don't give us any money. How can we solve it?"

Jingshu found a corner seat, holding a thermos cup and happily drinking taro ball milk tea. While listening to the dull meeting, she felt a little drowsy until she said: "Jingshu, the person in charge of the insect cake factory, is my daughter." , also has a branch in Xinlan, which can be temporarily seconded. Each department pays according to the Uucheng price. After a few days, the supplies arrive, and then they can be returned. ’

The scene became noisy.

"Minister, you should have told me earlier."

"That's easy. Oh, thank you, Minister, for having this connection. Everyone has saved a lot of money and can have food to eat."

If it wasn't from the same family, whose food would they lend you for a few days? The key is that you don’t have to buy it at a high price, which saves various departments a lot of money and a lot of trouble.

As a tool person, Jingshu is very self-aware. She still has to help her own mother, not to mention it is just a simple secondment. After Jing's mother showed an indifferent expression and it was a piece of cake, Jingshu contacted one of the eight branches. The person in charge asked to prepare 10 tons of insect cakes, and Jingma asked someone to pick up the food.

The matter was resolved and everyone was relieved. Jingshu found Jing's father who was massaging the cows in the warehouse.

Dad Jing is teaching two apprentices around him: "Just like me, I massage the place where the cow gives milk, so that the milk can be squeezed out more."

The two apprentices learned well.

Jingshu asked in confusion: "Dad, who did you learn from?"

Dad Jing said with a serious face: "I learned from your father. I have seen him massaging Dahua like this these days. He can squeeze a lot more every day."

"Well, come back early for dinner after you finish your work." Jingshu didn't reveal that the milk produced by her cows was mostly due to the intake of spiritual springs.

"knew."

With the seconded food, the people behind at least received a ration, and the Chinese people always hid some food for themselves, so even though the food was given out little, they were not hungry at least.

As for the loss of people and materials, Jing’s mother came back in the evening and whispered that if that person was angry, the consequences could be very serious.

Is it possible to change these back? Jing Shu sneered.

The next day, the migrating troops continued to set off, and today's destination was Xinlan, 30 kilometers away.

The further you move south, the higher the temperature. The temperature in Xinlan is around minus 30 degrees, and it is getting colder. No one knows whether Xinlan will be the next city to reach minus 60 degrees, and then the second city to migrate. , only Jingshu knows.

It is reported that the temperature in Wucheng is now minus 70 degrees, the snow is still falling crazily, and the underground city has been completely closed. All the people left behind in Wucheng have been sealed underground. There is currently no major fork.

"Jingshu, I have wanted to visit Xinlan for a long time. I heard that it is a city built on both sides of the Yellow River. If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return. I didn't even look at the Yellow River. Pass"

"You have so many things to do. What's there to see in this world? You're not allowed to go." Jing Nai glared at her.

"If we pass by then, let's just take a look. If we don't, forget it." Jing Shu interrupted.

"Have a good time, have a good time, watch the Yellow River, and then we will go around Xinlan."

Jingye has a very strong curiosity about the Yellow River. He wants to feel the majesty of nature in person and also wants to see a new city.

The tank opened the road at the front, and the convoy followed one after another. With yesterday's incident in front of them, no one dared to be careless, but with the tank, the sense of security was obviously much greater.

It's been a smooth ride.

"Notice, we will go through another tunnel to the Xinlan Service Station. We will turn off the fire and camp in the next tunnel to sleep. Everything is the same as the old rules."

As soon as the announcement came over the intercom, the convoy stopped.

The cars behind them braked suddenly, making an unpleasant grinding sound.

Jingshu's RV also hit the emergency brake.

"What happened ahead? Why did it stop suddenly?"

"I don't know. Is there any robbery?"

The dustpan in Jing Nai's hand scattered all the food that had been dried, and the fat chicken began to chatter quickly. In the chicken's mind, the food that fell on the ground was for it to eat. Jing Nai slapped the chicken away. , distressed, he picked up the rest. The food was dirty and could only be eaten by the old man. Oh, what a waste.

Ye: "I'm just worthy of eating what's on the ground."

"People are crushed to death, tanks are crushing people to death!"

In the tunnel, someone yelled, and there was an echo, followed by a chaotic mixture of sounds.

"Mistress, please don't get out of the car. I'll go out and check the situation."

"Bring your weapons."

Jingshu stuffed the fat chicken back that she wanted to walk and jump out of the car, then took the mini-Hulk to the tunnel alone, taking three or four Hulk bodyguards with her. After all, Jingshu was very life-conscious (fearful of death).