Apocalypse Call Red Alert

Chapter 105 Grain Depot
The sky gradually darkened.

The farmer couple and Dong Xiaolan worked together to make a fire and cook.

Wang Shanshan originally wanted to help, but was stopped by Wang Peng.

Today, Wang Shanshan has been busy almost all day. First, she wandered around with the convoy for a long time, and then cleaned up the house. It is time to take a good rest.

Moreover, in his view, these survivors have been protected by him, and it is only natural for them to work.

Cooking smoke curled up, and a scent of food wafted out.

Dong Xiaolan and the peasant couple were a little excited.

These days, there are man-eating lunatics everywhere outside, who dares to light a fire to cook?
Although there are a lot of vegetables and meat in the house, they only dare to use the rice cooker to stew rice, make some porridge and so on.

It is really not easy to finally have a decent meal right now.

The food was ready, and the Red Police soldiers also received Wang Peng's order and came back one after another.

Several large tables for banquets in the countryside were placed in the yard, and the external lights were turned on, without any fear that the zombies would see the light source gathering.

Dozens of Red Police soldiers were sitting around the table. Although none of them said a word in silence, Wang Peng suddenly had the feeling that he was not born in the last days.

Sitting at Wang Peng's table are him, Wang Shanshan, Dong Xiaolan, and a farmer's family of three.

Wang Peng already knew their names before.

In a family of three, the father's name is Zhao Xiang, the mother's name is Hu Manli, and their son's name is Zhao Yong.

Realizing that they were actually sitting with Wang Peng, the commander of the entire army, the family of three felt a little terrified.

As farmers who have always worked diligently, they have never seen any big scenes. In their opinion, a person who can command nearly a hundred troops is definitely a high-ranking official.

You know, even the village party secretary in the village, they are not qualified to eat at the same table with others.

On the other hand, Dong Xiaolan soon got along with Wang Shanshan.

The age is similar, although the personalities are slightly different, but they all belong to the type of striving for progress.

There are many common topics between Dong Xiaolan and Wang Shanshan.

These topics are among girls, and Wang Peng sounds boring in every possible way.

Fortunately, he also has questions that he wants to ask in detail.

"Zhao Xiang, do you know that there is a grain depot in the village that stores a lot of grain?"

Zhao Xiang was taken aback for a moment, but then came to his senses and quickly said, "Um... Brother Wang, there is no grain storehouse in our village, most of the grain is sold immediately after production, and only a part is kept for personal use."

It was a little awkward for Zhao Xiang to call Wang Peng Wang Ge. Zhao Xiang was almost ten years older than himself, so it sounded really awkward.

"Just call me Team Wang." Wang Peng coughed and said, "Then do you know any nearby villages that have large grain depots?"

"If you want to talk about a large grain depot, it must be FC Town." Zhao Xiang said immediately.

"FC Town? Where is it?" Wang Peng asked again. "Is there a lot of food there?"

"FC Town is about 70 kilometers away from here." Zhao Xiang touched his chin and said. "As for the amount of grain, I don't know about it. Anyway, it is a central grain reserve."

Central grain reserve?

Wang Peng's eyes lit up immediately.

Domestic grain reserves are roughly divided into central reserves and local reserves. The difference lies in administrative divisions. The grain reserves are used for many purposes, such as turnover control of grain prices, earthquake relief, and strategic reserves.

But there is no doubt that the amount of grain in a central grain reserve depot is absolutely unimaginable for an ordinary person like him.

Seventy kilometers... If you drive, it will take two hours for a round trip, right?This is still the case of driving a small car. If you drive a heavy truck that pulls and transports goods, it may take longer.

Frowning in thought, Wang Peng lit a cigarette conveniently.

Zhao Xiang's eyes lit up when he saw the cigarette in Wang Peng's hand.

The slightly cloudy eyes stared straight at the cigarette at Wang Peng's fingertips, and his buttocks kept twitching on the stool.

His wife, Hu Manli, obviously knew her man very well, so she couldn't help but give him a hard look, and nudged Zhao Xiang with her elbow.

Zhao Xiang couldn't help grinning his teeth in pain, but Wang Peng noticed his appearance.

Wang Peng was also generous, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and throwing it to Zhao Xiang.

He is not short of tobacco. On the contrary, because the supermarket can take anything at will, he only picks the expensive ones, and he tastes all the ones that he has never tasted before.

Zhao Xiang was overjoyed, hurriedly put away the cigarette and thanked Wang Peng repeatedly, then immediately lit one, took a deep breath, and then let out a comfortable moan.

"what……"

Apparently, Zhao Xiang is also a heavy smoker. He was locked up at home for more than half a month. I don't know how long he has been out of smoking.

"Tomorrow you will go to FC Town with me to step on the spot." Wang Peng said to Zhao Xiang.

Zhao Xiang was taken aback for a moment, then nodded silently.

Although the current Wang Peng looks very talkative, but he still remembers the cold eyes when Wang Peng looked at them when he joined the group before.

Zhao Xiang didn't dare to refuse, because he knew that if he refused, all three members of his family would be kicked out of here.

In fact, when Wang Peng asked, he could vaguely guess what Wang Peng wanted to do.

To be honest, he didn't particularly understand Wang Peng's behavior.

Although his town does not store grain, there are more than 1000 households in the whole village, with a total population of more than [-]. Although it is not yet the harvest season, the grain stored by each household should be enough to feed their families. to about three months.

That's 5000 people!
Wang Peng has less than 100 people, so how could he worry about food?
And after waiting for a few months, when the autumn harvest comes, the farmers in the land will be ready to harvest!
Although this village does not have a lot of land, it is a village with a population of more than 5000 after all!The annual grain output is more than thousands of tons.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, Zhao Xiang opened his mouth but did not dare to ask.

Of course Wang Peng knows this truth, but how can there be no reason in the world not to take advantage of it?
This village has been regarded as his stronghold, and the supplies of the entire village have basically been counted as his assets, but no one does not want to have more assets.

Right now, there are still many survivors who have not reacted. Wang Peng wants to take advantage of this time to accumulate more capital.

As the saying goes, accumulate grain slowly and become king.

Fuel, food, weapons, these are the most precious and important resources in the last days.

It must be held firmly in the hand.

……

After dinner, everyone went back to their houses to rest...all humans.

The Red Police soldiers did not stop. After eating, they continued to focus on the stronghold and spread to the periphery to clean up the zombies.

Although the Red Police soldiers also need to rest, their tenacity is obviously not comparable to that of ordinary humans.

Previously, Wang Peng discovered that these guys wore thick coats in the hot summer but did not sweat at all, and they could recover their energy with very little sleep.

After having the radar soldier Eva, Wang Peng's understanding of the Red Police soldiers has also deepened a lot.

These Red Alert soldiers can stay energetic for three days without sleeping, and then only need to supplement five to six hours of sleep to recover.

The Samsung elites are even more exaggerated. Due to the mechanism of refreshing the state of the whole body every 12 hours, these Samsung elites don’t need to rest at all, and they don’t even need to take food and water. They are just like robots!
(End of this chapter)