"I, I am." The wrinkled middle-aged woman said with some anxiety.

Jing Shu looked the tall and thin middle-aged woman up and down and found that she was the cleanest one among the group. She nodded secretly and said: "I heard from Captain Li that you have cooked all the meals during this period? I think these days

I hire you as a cook and the reward is to provide you with two meals a day."

A smile appeared on Aunt Wang's sallow face: "Hey, I have a daughter, can I ask her to help me? She is very capable, and she needs a helper to cook for dozens of people..."

Aunt Wang's daughter was seventeen or eighteen years old, but she looked as thin as a radish. She looked at Jing Shu nervously.

Jing Shu squinted her eyes and thought about the plan, then nodded: "Okay, you can choose a few more women as helpers, and all the cooking work will be handed over to you. Before each meal, you will count the number of people with Wang Dan, and then

Come to my place to get the ingredients and eat early today. After Wang Dan finishes counting the people, you can come to my place to get the ingredients."

There is a limit on how much each person can eat, and they must not be eaten when they are full. There are only so many compressed biscuits. Jingshu wants to save half of them for the people in the fleet, and the other half mixed with soil to make earth cakes for the villagers to eat.

Aunt Wang was a little surprised. The food for these people was not very complicated, so why did it require so many people? Why not just turn the compressed biscuits into water? But she didn't say anything.

As soon as these words came out, the people who were hesitant at first stopped hesitating and stopped crying on the ground. They immediately got up and went to Wang Dan to register for statistics. No matter what they were doing, they really had food to eat anyway.

If you're late, you really won't have any food. I didn't hear that the meals are all rationed. Is there a limit on the number of people?

Anyway, no matter what you eat, it’s better than eating dirt every day, right?

Wang Dan counted the number of people and asked Jing Shu a little awkwardly: "What should we ask them to do? Is there anything they can do? Take care of the seeds. I can't trust them to take care of the seeds. What if they eat them secretly?"

A place to cry.”

The corners of Jingshu's lips curled up slightly: "Tear down all the combustible materials from the houses in Gashan Valley and put them into our hands to provide heating for the next few days and for cooking and water. We dug large mud pits around them.

, extract the fine mud at the bottom, filter it and give it to Aunt Wang, asking her to start making earth cakes, and try to store enough dry food to consume on the road before the rescue is over.

You customize the workload for them, select the two best people as team leaders, and supervise them. If there are any cheaters, there will be no food."

Jing Shu is planning to let these people do it themselves and store their own food. People outside only have so much to eat when they work every day. What else do these people want to eat if they don't do anything here?

In the apocalypse, if you want to survive, you have to do it yourself. It is impossible to expect the government to rescue everyone, and don't expect her, an outsider.

The crew of the fleet and the people of Gashangou Village, which were originally scattered in chaos, suddenly had a backbone, suddenly had something to do, and suddenly seemed to have expectations and motivation for the future.

Wang Dan quickly completed the division of labor. Some took the shovels at home to dig the mud pit, some filtered the bottom soil as Jing Shu said, and some began to demolish the houses in Gashan Valley and remove the beams.

, wooden piers, and beds. In short, everything that can be burned is concentrated on the fleet.

The village chief and some people were watching the excitement and mockingly said: "You are stupid, just do what you are asked to do. It is hard to say whether you will be given food or not."

..

There is a large pit around the ship's card slot. There is some muddy water in the pit, which is used by everyone trapped. There is a makeshift double-pit stove next to it.

Aunt Wang brought her daughter and two women from the village to the stove. Everyone looked at Jing Shu with some fear and told her how to cook during this period. Wang Dan, who had counted the number of people, was beside her.

Replenish:

"Our fleet and the Gashangou were brought here by the tectonic plates. They all ate all the food. Aunt Wang found various leathers and tree roots, cut them into pieces, cooked them, and then dug them up.

The soil in the field was later mixed with bad seeds, ground into powder, and mixed into millet, so that everyone could get half full."

"It's smart. I survived at least. Living is better than anything else." Jingshu nodded. Leather belts are made of animal skins and have some protein in them. They are edible, but they can't be chewed and digested.

No.

Li Dayou is stupid. If he eats like this, he won't get pregnant.

Aunt Wang modestly said: "There was a famine in my father's area, and this is how we spent it. At least we still had grass roots and tree bark at that time, which we could eat by cooking."

Wang Dan said: "There are 35 people working today. The filtered soil will be delivered soon, and the fuel will be delivered. When will we start making earth cakes?"

Jingshu took out ten compressed biscuits from her backpack and handed over three eggs, "Eat a good meal first. Boil the compressed biscuits with water to make a paste, and then add three frangipani flowers into it. After eating,

After that, Aunt Wang led people to start making earth cakes. She mixed the boiled compressed biscuits with soil, kneaded them into cakes and dried them with fire to make dry food. Such cakes were crispy and flavorful. After all, they were better than

It’s good to eat leather.”

"Hey!" Aunt Wang agreed. She was already very satisfied with eating earth cakes mixed with compressed biscuits. The girl was right. It would be great if she could survive. She looked at her daughter again.

Many children are... gone. She wants her daughter to live, eat whatever she wants, live with hope, and always be able to see the sun.

After arranging things here, Jing Shu and Wang Dan got on the big boat. According to Wang Dan, the water in the canal they were in was suddenly drained. The big boat was not only trapped on dry land, but was also moved by the moving tectonic plates.

After being sent here, I finally bumped into a row of houses in a ravine.

This large ship has quite a lot of space, but all the enclosed areas are filled with seeds, leaving only a bathroom and operating room, two accommodation rooms and a simple kitchen.

Jingshu asked Wang Dan to scoop a few buckets of water and bring them to the galley on the ship. She took out a small filter and started filtering the water.

Wang Dan clicked his tongue. He didn't expect that Jingshu would take water filtering equipment with him when he went out. Can he be so particular in the apocalypse? But thinking about Jingshu's identity, he felt relieved. Such a big boss must be particular.

.

He followed Jing Shu excitedly: "Shall we also eat compressed biscuit porridge? Do we also put frangipani in it?"

"I can't get used to that." Jing Shu said. Before it was Wang Dan's turn to think about what he couldn't get used to about soaking compressed biscuits in water, Jing Shu clapped her hands: "Let's go, let it filter first.

After filtering, start cooking."

"Where to go?"

"Go find your captain."

...five minutes later.
Chapter completed!