Rebirth in the apocalypse: You can mess it up, I will open the book directly

The "Fengguang Base" does not have any means of communication other than radio, so Zhang Chen and the others have never been able to get in touch with the base.

When everyone arrived at the entrance of the "Scenery Base", a burly man was playing with a machete at the entrance, shirtless.

On the right side of the gate, there is a sapling that looks like it was recently planted, with a garden lamp hanging on it.

The man danced the sword with great force, and Qin Miao heard the sound of the blade cutting through the air from a distance of ten meters.

Sensing that a car was approaching his base, the man stopped his movements with a graceful movement. He stood up straight, holding the handle of the knife firmly with one hand, raised the knife sideways, and pointed at the car that had just parked nearby.

The dim light from the garden lamp made two long shadows of a man and a knife, and the blades still shone with a cold light.

"Old Song!"

Zhang Chen leaned half out of the car window and waved to him vigorously, "Open the door quickly, I have a sick girl with me, I have to drive in and let her take a few steps less!"

The shirtless man didn't ask any questions, put away the knife, turned around and opened the door.

Qin Miao drove the car through the gate expressionlessly, then slowed down and waited for Zhang Chen to lead the way.

"Sick Yangzi?" Chu Xuanxuan tilted his head, with confusion on his face: "Who are you talking about? Miaomiao?"

Qin Miao twitched her lips and said casually: "Don't take the fool's words too seriously."

Chu Xuanxuan nodded seriously: "It makes sense..."

After driving the car to a low-rise area, Zhang Chen hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car before he could park the car.

"Old Song! Guess how much food I brought back this time?! Guess, you can guess!"

Zhang Chen danced with joy and looked at Song Shuangdao with four big words written clearly in his eyes: Hurry! quick! boast! I!

If there could have been a tail behind him, it would have been shaking like a propeller at this time.

Song Shuangdao looked in the direction of the car and boldly guessed: "80 tons?"

His voice was a clear, juvenile one, which really didn't match his tall appearance. Like...a male anchor reading a radio station late at night.

"No!" Zhang Chen said anxiously: "You dare to guess!"

"Uh..." Song Shuangdao looked embarrassed, lowered his head and wiped his knife.

How much more could he guess? The people who went to their base this time could only bring 80 tons of food with all their abilities combined.

Based on his understanding of Zhang Chen, if there were still parts that could not be moved back, Zhang Chen would rush to go there again as soon as he walked in. He couldn't wait for a minute. How could he stand here and let him guess the quantity?

Seeing that Song Shuangdao was silent, Zhang Chen stamped his feet, stretched out two fingers and showed off: "This number!"

"Ah? 200 tons?" Song Shuangdao was surprised: "So much? How did you bring it back?"

"Hey, what's 200 tons? Can you still pursue it a little bit?"

Zhang Chen couldn't hold it any longer and announced loudly: "It's nearly 2000 tons!"

In fact, it is 1900 tons plus 17.5 tons in exchange for crystal cores, but with such a huge total, this already seems very unimportant.

"What the hell?! Seize the young master? Are you talking about seizing the young master?"

Song Shuangdao's eyes widened, his voice changed, and he muttered a long string of dialects, "Hey, Wo Niang, two (↗) thousand (↘) tons, that's like chopping (↘) Shao Shao."

"Haha, I knew you would be surprised. Let me tell you, I earned 750 tons of this through my strength!"

Zhang Chen slapped his chest loudly, but Song Shuangdao keenly captured the key point of these words.

"The beating seems to be..." Song Shuangdao calmed down his mind that was slightly turbulent due to excitement, regained his Mandarin tone, and asked: "There are more than a thousand tons that you didn't earn by yourself? "

Zhang Chen scratched his head, "Ah, it's true, it's got some light."

"Asshole!" Song Shuangdao took a step forward and slapped Zhang Chen on the back of the head, "How can you ask for other people's things in vain? Give it back to them quickly."

Zhang Chen was suddenly patted, rubbed the back of his head and said blankly: "No, she said she wanted to give it to me."

"You kid are just talking nonsense. Why would a nice person give you food for free?" Song Shuangdao slapped him again, "Tell me the truth quickly, what's going on?"

"I...I..." Zhang Chen didn't say anything for a long time, so he simply turned around and pointed at Qin Miao, "She gave it to me, you can ask her."

Song Shuangdao was just stunned by the figure of 2000 tons. He didn't notice Qin Miao. He just thought it was the survivor Zhang Chen rescued from somewhere. After all, when he first entered the door, he said he was sick and couldn't walk... ....

At this time, Qin Miao had already walked in front of the two of them. Song Shuangdao blinked and gave her a fist-cup salute blankly, "Hello, I am Song Shuangdao, the base director of "Fengguang Base". "

Qin Miao nodded slightly and returned the greeting: "Hello, Qin Miao."

Zhang Chen quickly added: "She is the boss of the "Creation Base". "

Although he had never heard of the existence of the "Creation Base" before, since Zhang Chen said it, Song Shuangdao naturally didn't question anything.

He was still thinking about the origin of the more than a thousand tons of grain, and asked with some embarrassment: "Excuse me... what happened to the grain that Xiao Chen said you gave him... Woolen cloth?"

Qin Miao did not answer. She raised her hand and pointed at someone in the "Fengguang Base" team and said, "Chief Song, please take me to the granary of your base. I can ask them on the way about what happened today."

She had an impression of the person Qin Miao pointed out. He was a sharp talker. When he was at the grain storage station, he often shouted those weird "support words" to her, so he should be able to give her an overview of the matter.

Listening to Qin Miao's weak voice, Song Shuangdao immediately thought of Zhang Chen's words "Sick Yangzi". Looking at Qin Miao's pale face and slightly vain steps, he understood that the other party did not want to talk more.

Those who practice martial arts can best tell that this girl is deficient in energy and blood. It is normal to be weak and weak. It is also normal to not like to walk and talk. These are all effects of the body and have nothing to do with personality. He completely understands.

Song Shuangdao was not stupid. After hearing those words, she knew that the other party was most likely a space power user. She had so much food stored there and she wanted to take it out now.

He didn't have time to ask any more questions, so he quickly slung his big knife behind his back, leaned over and led the way: "Okay, Base Commander Qin, please come with me."