Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 917 - 643: Smiles and Tears (Triple - , 6,500 Words)

Chapter 917: Chapter 643: Smiles and Tears (Triple Chapter, 6,500 Words)
On the Gan and Min highway.
Inside the Unimog, Li Yu, Dapao, Li Gang, and the others talked for a long time, reaching a tentative conclusion about Ju Tianrui’s behavior over the past couple of days.
Setting other things aside, at least Ju Tianrui was very thorough in executing the commands he received.
Along the way, the wind howled outside the window, and opening it allowed one to feel the strong cold wind outside.
The temperature dropped again today; it was only five or six degrees during the day and would be even lower at night.
To save time, they almost didn’t rest midway; when the driver got tired, they switched to a new driver to keep the vehicle running nonstop.
They even had their lunch inside the vehicle.
In a blink of an eye, it was two in the afternoon, and they had already reached the border of Gan City.
Reaching the territory of Gan City, everyone became more familiar with the surroundings and buildings, and their mood relaxed significantly.
....
At Big Camphor Tree Base.
In the Second Outer City.
Zhou Ran, He Bing, and the others had already built forty zombie generators over the past two days, placing the machines and zombies in the residential buildings of the Second Outer City.
These zombie generators could generate more than 300 kWh of electricity per day. If all one hundred zombies were equipped with zombie generators, they could produce more than 300,000 kWh of electricity a year, which is already a substantial number, enough to supply the underground plantations and heating in the base.
Outside the zombie generator factory, Lao Yi, Old Qin, and others were busy constructing the final parts of the greenhouse frameworks.
On the lift, Lao Zhou held a welder, continuously securing the steel framework.
With the busyness of recent days, they had become increasingly adept at this task, doubling their efficiency from the beginning.
Practice makes perfect.
The speed at which they built became faster and faster.
The progress in the First Outer City and the Inner City was not much different; they would have everything done before nightfall today.
The cold winter wind howled, stripping the warmth from their bodies.
Even though the sky had a sun, the sunlight was too weak in temperature; they still needed to wear heavy clothing.
Time slowly passed, and the sun gradually set to the west.
The greenhouse steel frameworks at Big Camphor Tree Base were erected at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the wall, Second Uncle watched the construction of the greenhouses within the base, remarking, "This speed is quite fast. Once Xiao Yu and the others bring the PC sun panels back, we can start covering directly."
Third Uncle, munching on a tomato, said, "The tomatoes produced in the base taste better. An Ya’s planting technique isn’t bad."
Smelling the rich aroma of the tomatoes, Second Uncle looked at his third brother, who had liked fruits since childhood, and said with a smile, "Our base is getting bigger and bigger. I never thought we could live like this during the doomsday."
Third Uncle paused slightly, not responding.
The desolate wind blew from the mountains and forests.
Bleak, dry, cold, and desolate.
This world turning into such a state is a kind of sorrow, but hiding in a remote village, they still lived well, which was thanks to Li Yu.
If it weren’t for Li Yu bringing the family together, this family might have really fallen apart.
Gratitude.
....
In the west suburb of Yishi.
A vehicle was slowly moving; it was precisely Damao and the others, bringing the information they had tracked over these days, returning to to Gan Xiong at the Western Alliance.
Old Zhuang watched them leave, took out the food from his backpack, and checked it. They had brought half a month’s worth of dry rations this time.
They had also prepared several barrels of gasoline in the car to ensure they could keep driving even if they couldn’t find a gas station with gasoline on the road.
At the fork.
After half an hour, the Zhou and Liu families had packed up everything, preparing to head toward the minority groups in Yun Province.
The road ahead was unpredictable, and in this bleak cold wind, it gave people a sense of uncertainty about the future.
But the road lay before them, and they had to walk it.
This place was not suitable for a long stay.
Zhou Zhisheng got in the car, following behind Liu Cunyi and the others.
They had been out of the Western Alliance for a whole day, but eighty people had died just last night, the loss was so heavy that he hadn’t been able to calm his emotions until now.
The vehicles roared.
One after another, the vehicles drove toward Yun Province.
From north to south, they had to pass through Shao City, then Kun City, and then reach Red River.
The journey was long, combined with their hundreds of people, seventy or eighty vehicles, the speed wouldn’t be fast.
They drove out of Yishi and headed south all the way.
There were some family members still crying on the car, which made Zhou Zhisheng a little annoyed, so he took an earmuff and covered his ears.
The convoy was long, stretching over a thousand meters.
Just half an hour after they left, a team from the east suburb rushed over, numbering dozens, with half of them armed.
Among them, a person who seemed to be the leader looked at the place where the Zhou and Liu families stayed the previous night.
Seeing the traces of their camp, muttering to himself, "Gone? Who exactly were they?"
After speaking, he led his men away from here.
....
The Zhou and Liu family convoy slowly drove, gradually leaving the vicinity of Yishi.
The local survivors of Yishi hid in hidden corners, watching this convoy.
Until it finally disappeared from their sight.
In their view, they could see a kilometer behind the convoy, following was a vehicle, namely the one with Old Zhuang who had left the Western Alliance.