Traveling through the doomsday, I become the largest supplier

Mu Gushan noticed Zhou Feng staring at the chimney, and explained helplessly: "This is an arsenal, and it is the core of the entire settlement. The guns and ammunition we use are produced by this arsenal. Most of our harvest will be used to buy guns and ammunition for the military, and the rest will be used to solve the problem of food. In the last days, the most important thing is guns and food, which also represent survival. Sadly, we're just slightly better than the people out there. "There is too much bitterness behind the scenery, and it may be people like Mu Gushan. Maybe in the eyes of the people in the refugee camp, they are people on the top, but in front of the real power, a team like Mu Gushan is just an ant that can be pinched to death at any time. To be more precise, corpse hunters are nothing more than tools of those in power. In order to prevent people entering the town from carrying the virus or mixing with idle people, it is necessary to check the entry and exit of the town. To Zhou Feng's reassurance, this kind of inspection is not complicated, and before parking the car at the gate checkpoint, there are two soldiers wearing chemical protective suits holding a small instrument to scan everyone's whole body. Like items, it does not need to be opened, it can be scanned directly, as long as the instrument does not sound an alarm, it means that it is safe. There weren't a lot of cars that needed to get into town, and this inspection was done quickly. Although Zhou Feng was a fresh face, with Qiu Guorui's help, the soldiers who inspected it were not embarrassed, they just registered their names, asked about some identity information, and issued a pass, even if they had the legal identity to enter and leave the town. When I entered the town, I was greeted by a huge plantation area reclaimed behind the wall, stretching along the wall, almost as far as the eye could see, and it was verdant. On the slightly desertified land, many crops are not suitable for planting, and Zhou Feng only slightly distinguished, and knew that in addition to potatoes, sweet potatoes were planted here, and there were only two drought-tolerant and high-yield plants. Many workers are working on these planting plots, removing all the weeds and pests. It is no exaggeration to say that the plants grown here are absolutely natural, artificial, and green foods without a single pesticide. Mu Gushan explained: "Don't underestimate this circle of planting land, its production feeds nearly 100,000 people in the entire settlement. In addition to the arsenal, this is the most important place, which has been taken over by the military, classified as a forbidden area, and the soldiers guarding this place have the right to kill people directly if they approach or enter for no reason. As Mu Gushan said, in the plantation, there will be a tall tower built up every few distances, and there are soldiers on duty. From time to time, there are patrolling soldiers to ensure that the place is not stolen and vandalized.

"A very interesting settlement!" Zhou Feng read a sentence, suddenly thought of something, and said with some incomprehension: "This settlement has been established for more than four years, but why don't the people in the refugee camp outside know how to use the unlimited land outside to grow some crops? In this way, no matter how low the harvest is, it is enough to feed and cloth, right? How did it fall to such a point today?" Chen Xun'an, who had always been silent, took over and said: " Do you think that without a management organization, they will be able to farm with peace of mind? I am afraid that before the day of maturity, they will be killed by others, and the fruits of their labor will become someone else's. "But...... But......" Zhou Feng couldn't understand, "If the managers of the wasteland settlement can forcefully organize the people outside and turn the outside land into arable land, even if it is only cultivated for one year, all the people can eat for at least one or two years, and there will be no more famine, wouldn't it be great?" Mu Gushan said lightly: "There is no reason, it is just an art of domination." "The rulers are always the most cold-blooded people, and for one purpose they can send thousands of people to their deaths, for whom all this is nothing more than a set of numbers. Hearing Mu Gushan's sentence of ruling art, Zhou Feng was silent again. The thinking of the superiors is not something that ordinary people like him can understand. In the town, everything is no different from a modern town, and when you enter it, you can feel the lively atmosphere of the market in the town. The shops here are all open for business, and there are many vendors on the streets who are whispering business. In short, here, you will never see a trace of the end times. Even driven by the huge windmills outside the town, the town has always maintained sufficient life, and some shops have heard music to greet business and trade. By this point, you have completely entered the interior of the town. Qiu Guorui looked at Zhou Feng and said, "The only way I can help you is this." I believe that your chances of survival in the town are much better than in the refugee camp outside. "Qiu Guorui and they didn't have any friendship with Zhou Feng in the first place, and if they were able to do this, they were already rare good people in the last days. So in the face of Qiu Guorui's intention to chase away passengers, Zhou Feng was not dissatisfied, but stood up from the carriage with a sneer, and kept saying: "Thank you for taking me for a ride, thank you!" He took the sack off the carriage, as a modern person's thinking, and wanted to send each person a can of canned beef as a thank you gift. But Zhou Feng finally held back, picked up the sack and turned around and dissolved into the street. It's not that he is ungrateful, but the human nature of the last days is too complicated, maybe Qiu Guorui They are not the kind of people who kill people and oversell goods, but it doesn't mean that other people who know won't. In line with the principle of being careful, Zhou Feng still did not send out these canned beef.

"Brother Qiu, Brother Mu, I will repay you again if I have the opportunity......" Zhou Feng understands the difficulty of entering the town, look at the seventy or eighty thousand refugees in the refugee camp outside, they can only eat and live outside because they have no passes, no guarantors, no guarantee of life, and their lives are threatened at any time. As long as you understand this, you will know that this kindness is not just a small favor. As the flow of people moved, Zhou Feng looked very confused. He knows that this is different for the first time, he can shout casually, if he doesn't get it right, it is still a trivial matter to be robbed, and if he gives his life here, he will lose a lot. Intelligence is extremely important at all times, and no one dares to ignore its role. Zhou Feng is not a fool, after knowing the cruelty of the last days, he did not find a place to sell it, but just carried a sack around the town, observing the goods in the hands of shops and vendors, as well as the prices of various items. Only by understanding these can you set a reasonable price for your canned beef. There are all kinds of things in the town, from small screws to large cars, from food to munitions. The branch of history is 2020, and for the modern era in which Zhou Feng lives, there is only a 10-year fault. The various technologies have remained almost the same, and not much has changed. Therefore, on all kinds of electrical appliances sold in the town, they are all brands that Zhou Feng is familiar with, giving Zhou Feng a sense of familiarity. There are a lot of vendors on the streets, and the things they sell are generally rare goods, such as some out-of-print cigarettes and alcohol, etc., all of which are obtained from adventures in villages and towns or even cities occupied by zombies. These things don't do much for them, but for the upper class, they are good things, usually like red wine, enough to exchange for a few days' rations. A better Wuliangye or something like that can even be exchanged for ten days and half a month's ration. The staple food of the wasteland settlements is mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes, where one kilogram of rice can often be exchanged for more than a dozen kilograms of potatoes or sweet potatoes. The problem of the storage time of canned food, more than five years, except for some accidental reasons that can be edible, can rarely be preserved. Zhou Feng observed for a while, and could hardly see the existence of the can. The occasional bacon is the most sought-after item in the entire market, and it is sold out in an instant. As Zhou Feng understood, the currencies used for trading here are mainly gold and crystals, and a few will be bartered. For the purchasing power of crystals, like white crystals, they are not worth much, and there is a limit to what can be purchased. And the purchasing power of blue crystals is several times that of white crystals, not to mention green crystals that are a grade higher than blue crystals. After walking around the market in the town for more than half an hour, Zhou Feng basically grasped the price dynamics here, and also customized a price for his canned beef that met the market.