In the apocalypse of natural disaster, I am reborn to stock up and win

The scene in front of me began to change instantly, the ground was filled with dust, and 12 brand-new high-speed trains suddenly appeared on the ground, setting off a gust of wind.

Song Jinhe raised his chin towards Cheng Qianhuai: "Would you like to go in and take a look?"

"Okay."

Cheng Qianhuai stepped forward and followed Song Jinhe. The two of them casually walked in through an open door and followed the successive carriages to the front of the car.

Song Jinhe frowned slightly: "I'm afraid we still need to recruit a few people who can drive high-speed rail. This can also avoid risks that may arise along the way."

"No problem, I will go to the recruitment area to look for suitable people when I return to the safe area."

Song Jinhe nodded in agreement, and the two of them took a general look at the high-speed train, and found that it was no different from the high-speed train before the apocalypse, except that in order to accommodate more people, the seats in the carriage were more densely packed, and there were no longer first-class and second-class seats.

That's fine. Seeing that the earthquake is imminent, the most important thing is to move the survivors to the Xiling safety zone as soon as possible.

After roughly understanding the situation in the car, Song Jinhe turned around and left with Cheng Qianhuai, arriving at the recruitment area together.

There are many talents from all walks of life in the safe zone, but because conditions do not allow it, except for doctors and scientific researchers, others are basically unable to engage in their pre-apocalyptic work.

Song Jinhe's arrival immediately caused quite a commotion. Most people thought that the planting area was recruiting new employees, and they all came to her very actively and queued up to sign up.

Seeing that his voice was drowned by the noise, Song Jinhe had no choice but to take out the loudspeaker from the space and hold it in his hand.

"Hello everyone, we are currently recruiting several high-speed rail drivers with professional skills. Those with experience will come and line up. The rest of the irrelevant personnel should disperse as soon as possible."

Her words made most people a little confused. After all, the wasteland north of the safety zone has been untouched for a long time, and no one in the safety zone has discovered the latest 12 high-speed trains.

However, these people were already used to following Song Jinhe's command. After hearing her words, the survivors who had no high-speed rail driving experience left with some regrets, leaving only three people to come over.

"District Chief, the three of us were colleagues before and have many years of experience in driving high-speed rail."

The speaker was a man with a Chinese-shaped face. His skin was tanned and he smiled, revealing a row of missing front teeth.

Song Jinhe looked at them and nodded slightly: "You three alone are not enough. Is there anyone else I know? It is best to be experienced and able to adapt to changes."

The man with a square face nodded excitedly: "Yes, yes, how many manpower do you need?"

Song Jinhe touched his chin. Four high-speed trains were assigned to the remaining three safety zones, but people were not made of iron. The distance was so far, so the drivers had to take a break and work in shifts.

"As many as possible, at least 30 people."

Song Jinhe roughly calculated the number of people, then turned around and left in a hurry to inform them of the news.

She yawned a little tiredly, and after thinking for a moment, she planned to recruit some survivors of different ages.

After all, in order for them to become bait to lure the rest of the safe zone residents to migrate, they must successfully attract people of every age group.

Recently, the problem of lack of food and clothing has been solved in the safety zone. All the fatigue on everyone's bodies has disappeared, and what remains on their faces is only yearning and desire for the future.

Wear clean and tidy clothes before going to other safe areas so that you don't wear clothes.

Song Jinhe wrote on the small blackboard and planned to place 20 residents of the Xiling Safety Zone on each high-speed train.

They can not only play the role of flight attendants to maintain basic order in the high-speed train, but also serve as bait to make survivors in other safe areas willingly get on the train and leave.

In total, we need to find 240 ordinary residents of different ages, provide them with clean and tidy clothes, and let them take care of themselves.

Song Jinhe scratched her head irritably, which proved that she still needed to provide clean water and other toiletries.

However, these were all minor problems for her, but they took too much time, so they could only speed up as much as possible, gather them all within half a day, and go to the rest of the safe zones to spread the news.

The two were busy running around, taking the men, women, and children who had been recruited to the professional greenhouse equipped in the planting area to collect water and take a bath.

Song Jinhe calculated the number of people, provided them with special toiletries and plenty of hot water, and then moved a small horse to sit outside the greenhouse and wait quietly.

The clothes and shoes have been distributed, but before that, she said that this opportunity to take a bath and the brand new clothes and shoes are the salary for this mission, and there are no other rewards besides this.

Despite this, the others were still very happy. After all, the down jackets, cotton-padded clothes and shoes that Song Jinhe gave them were made of fine materials. They were extremely warm when they were worn, and they could not feel the cold at all.

This kind of clothes cannot be bought in the safe zone at all, and even if it can be bought, it is not something ordinary people like them can easily imagine.

After the mission is over, the clothes they wear can be kept for themselves, or they can be hung out and sold to obtain food. No matter what, they will not lose money.

Song Jinhe and Cheng Qianhuai stood outside the shed and waited for a long time before they saw the first man who had washed himself clean from top to bottom walking out of the shed shyly.

Seeing Song Jinhe's appraising eyes, he stood stiffly on the spot, a little at a loss.

Everyone in the safety zone is covered in dirt. In winter, the layer of black mud on the skin is particularly obvious. In summer, it is even more terrifying. If you scratch an itchy area, a lot of dirt will come off.

Now he washed himself clean violently, as if the armor he had been using for defense had been ripped off. His body was exceptionally light and warm, making everyone feel a little uncomfortable.

"That's very good."

Song Jinhe smiled at the man: "Very energetic."

The man stuttered and said: "District, District Chief, I will definitely behave well when I go to other safe zones!"

Seeing more and more people coming out, Song Jinhe smiled at him, and then organized the people who had washed up to wait in line. Once everyone was assembled, they would immediately set off to other safe areas to complete tasks.

"You don't need to bring any food or bedding. I will distribute these things to you later. This job includes three meals a day, so you don't have to worry about eating."

Hearing Song Jinhe's words, the survivors present nodded excitedly.

They are busy in the safety zone every day just to get a bite to eat. Now that they have new clothes to wear and three meals a day specially provided by the district chief, this task is extremely cost-effective.

Everyone waited for a while. Song Jinhe counted the number of people and found that everyone was here.

She led the team from the front and at the same time issued these people precautions for heading to other safe areas.

[1. Do not conflict with residents in the safety zone, and do not force them to get on the bus and move out of the safety zone. 】

[2. Maintain order in the train. If there are malicious provocations that cause riots, tie them up and put them in the last carriage. 】