Zhonghuashan National Forest Park.

If the sun is omitted, the sun will rise thousands of miles away.

White smoke rises from the chimney of a house on the top of the mountain.

In the hearth of the house.

The flames burned and the dry wood crackled.

The water in the iron pot has boiled and is bubbling.

A middle-aged woman took out four tortillas from the cloth bag, broke them apart little by little, and crumbled them into pieces.

Throw these crumbled tortillas into this huge iron pot.

Dried corn is difficult to swallow because it contains too little water.

Therefore, many survivors choose to cook the tortillas into paste after buying them. One tortilla can be cooked into a pot of paste.

But there are more than 20 people in Qingtianyuan. Just a piece of corn cake will be very, very watery, and you won't feel anything at all when you drink it.

4 pieces of corn tortillas, calculated, neat, not too sticky and not too thin.

Since the tortillas were launched in the trading market, they have been sought after by many survivors.

It is small in size, has sufficient portion, and has a long shelf life.

You can eat it directly, boil it into a paste, or bake it.

You can even fold the tortilla in half and put some meat or vegetables in the middle to make a pie.

The tortillas soften quickly when exposed to hot water.

The middle-aged woman held a long iron spoon and stirred vigorously with both hands.

Soon.

The kitchen is filled with a strong aroma of polenta.

At this moment, another woman walked in from outside. She took a pot of chopped vegetables and poured them into the large iron pot.

"Don't cook it for too long. If you cook it for too long, it will become lumpy and unpalatable." She put down the bamboo basket and said to the woman who was stirring.

"Don't worry, I've cooked it so many times, but it got lumpy once."

"Aunt Zhao, when are you ready? I smelled the aroma outside and I'm starving to death." Lin Lu asked with a smile as a head came through the door.

Aunt Zhao, who was stirring the corn paste, turned her head and saw Lin Lu, and replied with a smile:

"It's almost time. In a few minutes, you can invite everyone over for dinner."

"Okay." Lin Lu ran outside happily.

"It's time to eat..." he shouted in a protracted tone.

Eating is the happiest moment of his day. There is no happiness more satisfying than the feeling of a solid stomach after eating.

The survivors in the apocalypse have been hungry for a long time.

Especially in a team, fairness becomes extremely important to ensure harmony, stability and unity.

Everyone eats at the same time, and everyone's portions must be distributed fairly.

People who are tired from physical work should take half a spoonful more, and those who contribute less should take half a spoon less.

Most of the time, they don't have enough to eat.

Following Lin Lu's shout, people from upstairs and downstairs, as well as those who were loosening soil outside, ran over in an instant.

They took their respective rice bowls and came to the yard outside the kitchen.

In the kitchen.

Aunt Zhao used a large spoon to scoop the cornstarch paste from the iron pot into a plastic bucket.

The plastic bucket is large and can hold dozens of liters of water.

After scooping the polenta in the iron pot into a plastic bucket, she used a plastic spoon to scoop out a little water and poured it into the iron pot.

The iron spoon kept scratching on the edge of the iron pot, scraping off the remaining layer of corn paste in the iron pot.

Then stir with an iron spoon and scoop the remaining corn paste in the iron pot into a plastic bucket.

Before the end of the world, this kind of thing would be like shabu-shabu water, but in this end of the world, where materials and food are extremely scarce, not a single bit of food can be wasted.

The iron pot was washed very clean, and then Aunt Zhao and Aunt Feng walked out carrying the plastic bucket.

Boom!

The plastic bucket landed in front of the wooden table with a dull sound.

Aunt Zhao used the long iron spoon inserted in the plastic bucket and vigorously stirred the paste inside to incorporate the layer of shabu-shabu water on the surface.

Snap!

"Bring me a bowl."

Everyone lined up one by one to take the rice bowls over.

Bang!

Aunt Zhao scooped a full spoonful of corn paste into the rice bowl on Lin Road. It was a little sticky and yellow with green in it.

The yellow ones are corn paste, and the green ones are the sweet potato leaves that Aunt Li just put in.

Sweet potatoes are full of treasures, easy to maintain and can grow by cuttings.

Moreover, it does not require much water resources and the output is still large.

The leaves can be used as vegetables, and the roots can be used as staple food.

Aunt Zhao scooped two full tablespoons of corn paste into the Linlu rice bowl.

Lin Lu picked up the rice bowl and walked back to the wooden table.

This cooked polenta is not very good-looking, it looks a bit like daddy, which was used to feed pigs before the end of the world.

But in the apocalypse, this is a rare food.

After all, corn tortillas also contain salt and cooking oil, both of which are necessary for the human body.

Without salt, people would have no strength to work.

Without oil and water, the whole person looks malnourished, and even the hair will become yellow and split.

Under the supervision of everyone, Aunt Zhao distributed different amounts of cornstarch to everyone according to the different divisions of labor and different contributions.

And she herself beat herself in the end.

Only in this way can we ensure the greatest degree of fairness.

Zheng Hanbing got two spoonfuls of cornstarch, picked it up and started drinking.

Slippery.

This kind of sound echoed throughout the courtyard, but no one said anything.

They didn't have enough to eat, and sometimes they were woken up by hunger in the middle of the night. They had something to eat in the morning, so they had no time to chat and spank.

Lin Lu drank up the cornstarch in the rice bowl and then licked the rice bowl.

I raised my head and saw Aunt Zhao put down her chopsticks, poured two basins of water into the plastic bucket, and washed them.

Give each person another spoonful of the extremely thin polenta.

A few minutes later.

Zheng Hanbing put down his chopsticks and rice bowl, and put the rice bowl into the small package behind his back.

He saw others still eating and didn't rush them.

They walked to the entrance of the yard and rechecked the poles and baskets. The baskets were filled with vegetables, which were half of the vegetables they had recently planted.

The remaining half was dried and made into dried vegetables, which is beneficial to preservation.

The baskets were pressed very firmly, and all twenty baskets were filled with vegetables.

One basket weighs nearly 50 kilograms, and two baskets weigh up to 100 kilograms.

There are 1,000 kilograms of vegetables here. According to the average price of vegetables purchased at the trading market, which is about 0.35 points each, they can probably sell them for 350 points.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The purchase price in the trading market is one point less than the selling price.

If they can sell it in the trading market themselves, they can earn dozens more points.

But...they have so many vegetables that they may not be able to sell them all at once. If they are stored for a long time, the vegetables will not be fresh, and they will not be sold.

A pound of vegetables costs more than a tortilla.

This is inevitable, after all, corn tortillas contain starch, which can fill you up and provide energy to your body.

Although vegetables are rich in vitamins, they are not enough to fill you up.

For most survivors, what they care more about is whether they can eat enough.
To be continued...