"Then there are various foods with longer shelf lives, such as biscuits, ham, and instant noodles, each with its own..."
"Let's just calculate how many days it would take for six people to eat," Silas said calmly.
"Not counting canned food, rice, flour, and cooking oil, it would last us about seven months if we ate two meals a day."
"What about clean water reserves?"
"120 cases of bottled water (24 bottles per case), 23 barrels of water, and 842 bottles of various beverages," Yvette explained in detail.
Silas secretly calculated that these supplies alone would be enough to allow the six-person team to live a fulfilling life in the apocalypse.
Moreover, a large amount of non-staple food was not included in the reserves and was scattered in the first few carriages.
But these supplies were only for temporary use.
The apocalypse was likely to last for many years, and relying solely on food reserves would inevitably lead to depletion. Resources would become increasingly scarce, making the creation of wagon farms imperative.
At that time, the rational allocation of various carriages would allow resources to circulate, and self-sufficiency through the Armed Train Project would be the key.
"Thump-thump-thump!"
A rhythmic knocking sound came from the carriage.
The group of people all turned their attention to Silas.
"You guys organize things here first. Remember to lock the door to carriage number 7. Let's just fuse it together as one piece and open it when needed."
After giving his instructions, Silas walked towards carriage number 5.
Outside the window, several passengers stood sweating profusely, looking around warily.
Silas activated his
A hot wind hit his face.
He asked calmly, "What is it?"
One of the men said, "We found the steel plates, but there are a lot of them. There are
Silas frowned. He did need to prepare some tools. This time it was a steel plate, but next time it might be a small water purifier. Relying on people to move it was really unreliable.
He needed to think of a solution later.
But for now...
Silas said coldly, "Finding the car is your business. I don't care what methods you use. I only want the steel plate. If you don't bring back the steel plate, no one will get on the car."
The car window was slammed down.
Left with no other option, the group had to turn back and try to find a way to transport the steel plates.
Turning around, the storage room had been almost completely tidied up. Various metal cans were neatly arranged on the black iron shelves, like rows of city walls, exuding a heavy sense of satisfaction.
The others looked at him. "What happened?"
Silas rubbed his chin. "Perhaps we should get a crane."
Jade agreed, saying, "It can be installed on the carriage to lift the steel plate up; otherwise, it would be very difficult to lift the steel plate to the roof by manpower."
Leon asked, "Shall we set off to search now?"
Silas was taken aback. "Depart? What do you mean, depart?"
Silas sighed, "Wasn't the lesson you learned from that
"Jade, go to my room and get a piece of paper. Write down that the person who brings in the crane will receive three months of free train tickets."
"Alright, before they return, let's quickly build the other carriage frames."
Silas ignored them and continued working in carriage number 5.
The apocalypse was becoming increasingly dangerous.
Based on his past life's survival experience, the best way to live was to simply endure hardship.
No matter how fast humans
The group continued working, and with the experience gained from carriage number 6, they moved even faster later on.
Moreover, the other carriages did not need to be completely dismantled.
Only a portion needed to be modified.
Although Silas occupied an entire carriage, there were a total of eight soft sleeper berths in carriage number 4. Jade and her mother were using one of them, and there was plenty of room for the others.
Carriage number 5 used to be used for storing miscellaneous items, but now that it had been cleared out, it could be converted into a medical carriage.
Before they could finish their work, it was already afternoon, and passengers had begun to return one after another.
Silas resumed his pleasant ticket-collecting time.
"Exchange tickets."
A cartload of steel plates was pushed forward.
Silas looked up and saw that the man in front of him looked as rough as his voice. Standing next to him was a young man with a large number of tattoos on his face, whose eyes were frivolous and kept trying to look into the carriage behind him.
He had a deep impression of this group of people; the large family that stole his supplies had left with them this morning.
Now it seemed...
Silas glanced at the family and couldn't help but smile. Of the lively family, only the old lady's youngest son remained. Now, he had his hands out of his pockets and stood timidly at the back, with several elderly passengers sandwiched between him.
After watching the spectacle, his attention returned to the steel plate.
"Eight steel plates, eight people, that's right, but two of them are newbies, and the newbies need two plates."
Silas pointed to the people behind him and said calmly.
The tattooed youth scoffed, "That's right, there are seven people. That one doesn't count. The extra steel plate is for his wife."
Upon hearing this, the kid behind him immediately cried out in a shrill voice, "Brother Dog, you said you'd give me a spot if my dad went to distract the
"Boom."
The passenger standing next to him shoved him hard.
The dull thuds of each punch made Silas's ears burn. He said sternly, "You're not allowed to beat up passengers without reason."
The tattooed youth turned around and chuckled, "Didn't I give the spot to your wife? You're a grown man, why are you trying to take it from her? Why don't you just find two more steel plates? There are so many in the steel mill."
The boy who had been beaten was sandwiched between several people, his mouth covered, his eyes red with anger.
The burly man frowned and scolded, "Kid, Brother Silas is talking to you."
The tattooed youth quickly turned around, pretended to slap himself, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and pretended to hand it to Silas, "Brother Silas, we've never been to school and we don't know any better, please don't hold it against me."
Silas looked at the two cigarettes in his hand with amusement. After a while, he stretched out two fingers and directly grabbed the other man's wrist, converting his energy into an electric current output.
In an instant, the young man called Diablo changed his expression drastically, his muscles stiffened, and his clothes crackled.
Brother Dog and his companions' expressions changed drastically, but they dared not step forward.
Silas simply took the entire pack of cigarettes from the other person's hand before letting go.
He casually remarked that it was a trivial matter.
Diablo fell to the ground with a thud, looking at Silas as if he had seen a ghost. His eyebrows were scraggly, his tongue was tied, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.
Silas packed the cigarettes into a pack and ticked the names of the people on the roster. "Although I don't smoke, I like collecting them. Remember to bring me a whole carton next time. Alright, those who have paid their tickets can board now."
Brother Dog and the others didn't dare say anything, quickly picked up Diablo, and slunk into the car.
The woman glanced at her husband lying on the ground, gritted her teeth, and got into the car.
(End of this chapter)
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Author - 莽签
Translator and Editor - Husband
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