End Of The World: Obtain Population Revitalization System

At seven o'clock in the morning, Zhong Ziwang, who had only slept for four hours after struggling until three o'clock in the morning, was still in high spirits.

With the help of the girls dressed as maids, Zhong Ziwang quickly completed basic operations such as washing and eating, and there was a prepared van waiting for him downstairs.

After half an hour of driving, two female bodyguards opened the carriage door, and a strong smell of heather emitted from inside.

The two female bodyguards looked confused for a moment and took a greedy sip.

Um! It’s the taste of the owner!

Zhong Ziwang walked out without feeling satisfied. Just like yesterday, there was a greasy middle-aged man waiting for him here.

The greasy man nodded and bowed forward to say hello, while Zhong Ziwang looked at the endless farmland in the distance.

Today Zhong Ziwang came to a large farm. It was the autumn harvest season, and the Japanese country must have sent a large number of laborers to farms everywhere.

Walking into the farm, the configuration inside is similar to the mine yesterday, with familiar brainwashing slogans, familiar brainwashing loudspeakers, and a large screen in the middle of the open space playing a video of the locust showing off its magical power.

Just like yesterday, the mines did not have enough machinery and fuel. The farmers here still mainly bend over and use sickles to cut bit by bit.

This scene is very familiar to Zhong Ziwang. Zhong Ziwang grew up in the countryside. Before moving to the city to work, Zhong Ziwang's main contribution to the family was farm work. The memories of his childhood appeared in his brain one after another.

When Zhong Ziwang was a child, the harvesting method in the countryside also relied on sickles, but that was because everyone was too poor at the time and could not afford to buy or maintain those mechanized equipment, rather than not treating farmers as human beings like the Japanese country does now.

Although the weather has gradually turned colder in November, working in the fields is still very torturous. The sweat of these farmers falls from their foreheads like raindrops.

Who knows dishes on the menu, A Journey. This sentence is really not just talk, especially in such a primitive working environment.

Because he was born at the bottom of the countryside, even though he is now in a high position, Zhong Ziwang is still very economical with food. Although he eats high-end ingredients, Zhong Ziwang also prepares as much as he needs to eat, and tries not to waste what he eats.

At the previous welcome party of Japan, Tian Locust's family banquet, and Abe's banquet, Zhong Ziwang also maintained this habit. He ate all the food he put in the bowl. At that time, the dignitaries around him looked askance. He looked at himself with a look of disdain.

After all, he is a bottom-class bumpkin! Still can't change this poor look!

Those dignitaries at that time must have thought of him this way, but Zhong Ziwang didn't care, pretending not to see their eyes, and just minding his own business.

It is shameful to waste food!

Those big guys often only take a few bites of the best parts of the dishes and then throw them away. At the end of the banquet, there are still large bowls of untouched dishes thrown away. At that time, Zhong Ziwang looked at it with heartache!

I don’t know what the farmers here eat.

Zhong Ziwang casually said that he wanted to go to the kitchen. The farmer was stunned for a moment. After realizing it, he immediately led the way and said, "Don't worry, Ya Sheng. We will provide the farmers with enough food. They will never starve, which will affect production." Activity.

Zhong Ziwang said that the farmer did not lie. The quantity was quite large and could be managed, but the food was almost as hard to swallow as swill.

Aged rice is mixed with rice bran and some rotten vegetable leaves. The paste cooked together is what farmers who work to exhaustion use to wrap their bellies.

Those who produce food eat the worst food, while those who have made no contribution enjoy the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

This is not fair! ! !