That night, at 11:36, at that green portal arrived as scheduled and appeared before everyone.

Like a senior dump truck driver on the construction site, Hu Biao and Lang Qing spit out the cigarette butts on their mouths and drove the high-power tractor that had been activated long ago.

He stepped on the accelerator and dragged a long cargo compartment behind him, and drove into the portal like a train.

Then, when a familiar sense of space twist appeared, the two successfully arrived at the familiar Doomsday World air raid shelter.

Arriving with it were people who returned to the modern plane through here again. The cargo boxes of all sizes behind them were also filled with various supplies.

Soon after, the large area of ​​a mountain belly was filled with space.

Judging from the calm expressions of these people who were calm and as if they were going to a restaurant, there were no accidents during this time...

"Damn it! That damn cold winter seems to have finally survived."

When the large iron gate of the thick air-raid shelter was pushed open, a bright and warm sunlight shone on Hu Biao and others.

At the same time, there was a faint smell of sea fishy smell.

The breeze of fruits and fragrance blew on their faces; Hu Biao was so energetic that he couldn't help but shout in his mouth...

This means that in recent times, they have saved a lot of supplies and energy at least in terms of cold-proof clothing and heating fuel.

Indeed, after half a year passed in the doomsday world, the extremely deadly winter for the indigenous people finally survived.

The solar term here should be warm and beautiful late spring.

Therefore, after standing at the high-position air raid shelter, Hu Biao and the others instinctively raised their telescopes with them, they could see such a scene:

On the nearest surrounding location, there are various green crops, fruits and vegetables that are growing lushly in the fields.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Hu Biao always feels that the crops this year seem to grow better than the crops last year.

Another great harvest seems to be a foreseeable thing.

In fact, even if these crops have the same growth and harvest as last year, it is thanks to the enthusiasm of a group of indigenous people who were once hungry to reclaim wasteland and then plant food.

With the current land cultivation scale of the Central Asian tribes, there is even a considerable surplus in food.

After all, oil crops such as soybeans and rapeseed have been widely planted last year.

And the simple technology of oil pressing has also been widely promoted.

Now, within the scope of the Central Tribe, after enough oil and water were found in each meal, the indigenous people's appetite has been significantly reduced.

The kind of thing that can kill a basin of mixed grain steamed buns or cornmeal porridge regardless of gender, age, should have become history.

A little further away, it is the factory area and residential area planned by the Central Tribe.

In the residential area, a row of three-story red brick buildings with a specific style are tube buildings, which have been built or are under construction.

Many natives can't help but stop when passing here and take a look at these buildings that are said to be equipped with electric lights, telephones and televisions in the future.

The heat in his eyes was no different from the down payment of the modern plane after giving the down payment.

The only difference is that because the construction capacity of the Middle Ages tribes is limited, the construction materials are relatively tight; they can only build modern planes, the kind of tube-shaped buildings from the last century.

In terms of the specific per capita living area, it is just a bit shabby.

In the chimneys of all sizes in the factory area, thick smoke is being discharged at this moment; it means that with the gradual growth of indigenous technicians, their current production is still normal.

It was not because of Hu Biao and others' departure, and because of some common minor problems, that they were directly suspended.

Perhaps such a scene of smoke emitting a large number of chimneys is not beautiful at all for environmentalists.

But in the eyes of Hu Biao and others, it represents a hope for a better future life.

Damn it! If you still talk about environmental protection when you are so poor that you can't even live your life, you're just a hooligan.

A little further away is the huge water surface outside Yangshan Port.

Compared with the vast water surface in the past, there are often no small boats with DIY tire mineral water bottles; now on the water surface, there are seven or eight fishing boats busy.

Driven by engines and oars, they dragged fishing nets side by side and quickly caught a large number of fishing catches with efficiency that the indigenous people once unimaginable.

Then, these foods that represent a large amount of high-quality protein and vitamins were dragged back by small iron-shelled ships with a load of about 10 tons.

Because there are too many catches, the members who live in the tribe headquarters probably can't finish it.

Therefore, most of these fishing boats drove directly to the side of the dock, a place with the "first canning factory" hanging.

Let dozens of indigenous people line up and remove these big fish with sharp teeth and the fish that can be used in accordance with the general process of the assembly line.

In the end, it was processed into salted fish, or canned food, and became another industrial product of the Central Tribe.

In short, Hu Biao and the others stood at the door of the air-raid shelter, and they could see that during the period when they were away, the tribal territory was in an orderly manner and the indigenous people spontaneously carried out production and life.

But compared to the above, Hu Biao and the others are more interested in other places.

It is in their eyes that the indigenous people under them, whether they are men, women, young and old, sincere smiles on their faces, and greet each other peacefully and politely.

And the confidence shown in their faces and actions.

After seeing these for a moment, everyone in the Zhongzhou team became indescribably satisfied.

The so-called "If the granaries are full, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace." These good changes have emerged again on such a piece of land because of their appearance.

Let these be called the lives of our compatriots, live a life that is normal, like a person.

Such a sense of satisfaction is really exciting.

Even for a moment, Hu Biao suddenly felt that as long as he could see these sincere smiles, it would be unrelated to not become the emperor.

Of course, these people must cry and shout for him.

If Hu Biao becomes that emperor, he can also be reluctant to be a little bit.

With such an inexplicable emotion, Hu Biao looked at the senior executives in the tribe and was already walking towards them in a team.

For this reason, Hu Biao turned around and looked at the crowd in the team behind him, and shouted with a full of pride:

"Brothers and sisters, dogs, dogs, dogs~

Our great cause has just begun. Ten thousand years are too short. We have to seize the day. Everyone should take action after holding a meeting.

We will definitely build this home better, just like a modern plane.”

"Get up~" Xu Feng vibrated his arms and echoed loudly...
Chapter completed!