Siheyuan: Xu Damao, I want to go to the moon

Xu Damao was very happy, as more than 600 cubic meters of supplies were all obtained from Paris.

Among them, grains, snacks, vegetables, candies, bread and various ingredients, including the freezer, account for a total of 500 cubic meters!

What does this mean? A 100-square-meter house with a 3-meter ceiling and about two rooms, all packed tightly together.

To be honest, there weren't many, mainly because the goods from the Crescent Kingdom took up space. Xu Damao regretted it later. Why didn't he throw away those rotten fish and shrimp and replace them with Carrefour's supplies?

Why didn’t you think of it at that time?

But I've already done so much, it's time to calm down.

It's impossible to take the whole family with you every day, right?

We have to increase security and patrols these days, right?

What Xu Damao didn't know was that all the police were dispatched, but because there was no surveillance, they couldn't find Xu Damao, and the graffiti on the top of the Arc de Triomphe was also not found.

But we found a few people who took advantage of the situation and caused trouble, including a few Algerians...

The police couldn't find the real culprit behind the crime, and their superiors gave them a deadline to solve the case, so -

The contradictions further deepened, directly adding fuel to the Algerian DL violence in January 60...

In response, Xu Damao said, I really didn’t mean it.

If only someone had told me where the granary was, there wouldn't be all this trouble!

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Xu Damao originally wanted to deliver some supplies to the refugees at night, but when he took out the supplies, he saw...

They all have packaging.

This won’t do. If this gets out, something bad will happen.

Even the flour bag wouldn't work. Xu Damao couldn't change the bag, and his own space couldn't automatically organize the pig slaughtering, cutting and bagging with just one click.

And Xu Damao doesn’t have so many bags.

Finally, the target was set on bread. Most of them were packaged, and some were even filled with butter. That was definitely not acceptable as it was too luxurious and not suitable.

The best delivery target is - baguette!

Xu Damao tore open the package and took a bite. It was hard, a little dry and a little salty.

You can have this! Although baguettes are not common in China, they are not soft or sweet, easy to store, and even if they are discovered, they will not be considered as expensive food. And they are also filling!

After all, there are bakery companies in every city - the famous Yili Food Factory, which does just that.

Xu Damao tore off the packaging of all the baguettes, then found a valley and started a fire to burn them. Finally, he ran towards the road where he had seen the refugees during the day.

He could see particularly clearly at night, and it was almost 5 o'clock in the morning. Xu Damao found several bonfires in the wastelands on the roadside, at the foot of the mountain, and next to the bridge. Those were the temporary gathering places for the refugees.

Xu Damao used the third gear and was able to control the force well, so he hurried over.

Some confused scavengers felt a sudden gust of wind, a dark shadow flashed by, and then the fire that was about to go out suddenly became bigger.

Just when they woke up and thought something had happened, five long sticks suddenly appeared next to the campfire, fell to the ground and were still rolling.

Someone picked it up, looked at it, and smelled it.

Then he took a bite.

"Um?!"

"This is made of flour! It's edible! It's delicious!"

Then everyone started to share the baguettes. Suddenly someone knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the people around him, saying, "Thank you, benefactor. May the gods bless you. Thank you, gods!"

After running for half an hour, Xu Damao distributed baguettes at all places where bonfires could be seen along the road from Qinjiatun to Sijiucheng (Ansi Road S213, from Changping District to Miyun County).

Finally, when the east was just getting light, he ran back to the Qinjiatun Brigade Headquarters.

Finally, he did a good thing, and Xu Damao felt relieved.

He couldn't save everyone, but being able to help out was enough to make up for his uneasy heart.

Xu Damao, who was lying on the bed resting, thought about it and realized that baguette is a good thing, but it would be better to have a special factory to produce it. Otherwise, it would be useless to go to the bakery in Paris every day.

There have been natural disasters here for three years!

Also, it would be nice if there was a factory that specialized in making compressed biscuits. That would be a good thing, easy to distribute and carry.

Instant noodles are also OK. Were there any instant noodles at that time? It seems that the first one was made by Xiaorizi? What was Nissin called? What about Demae Ichicho?

Then there is the Samyang Group in South Korea?

And there are instant noodles in Hong Kong...

The earliest one is from Xiao Ri Zi, right?

Go to Xiao Ri Zi to do something and "move" inventory and equipment?

Forget it, there’s no need. This thing isn’t technically difficult.

How about opening a compressed biscuit factory or an instant noodle factory for fun?

But where do the raw materials come from? At this stage in China, the raw materials will be very eye-catching...

As he was thinking, Xu Damao finally got tired and fell asleep.

However, the name of "Black Wind Hero" of Ansi Road (the national highway from Qinjiatun to Sijiucheng) was given by someone, but it spread inexplicably.

If you walk along this road, you will meet the elusive "Black Wind Warrior" who will give you a hard and salty long loaf of bread. It tastes good and will fill you up.

I just choked and had no water to drink...

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It was around 9 or 10 in the morning when Xu Damao got up with a long yawn.

Liu Guangtian was very conscientious in packing up the projection equipment outside. He had to leave after lunch and rush to the next village.

At this time, Qin Huairu, Qin Jingru, Zhang Guafu Hu Zi and others had already packed up, carrying a few packages and setting off lightly, preparing to return to Sijiu City and go to Xiaodang's small courtyard today.

The three women looked at Xu Damao, whose eyes were dark, and then looked at each other suspiciously. Then Widow Zhang and Qin Huairu asked at the same time: "Damo, why do you look so tired?"

"Did you catch... a thief last night?"

I originally wanted to say "catching ghosts", but that was feudal superstition in those days, so I temporarily changed it to "stealing".

Xu Damao was shocked - "How did you know I was a thief?"

Then I suddenly realized that he was making fun of myself.

At most, he would ask if he was with another person last night.

"Don't make a fuss, he just can't sleep well in his bed, and Liu Guangtian has been snoring all night..." Xu Damao said unhappily, pointing at Liu Guangtian who was busy outside. He was not lying. Originally, Xu Damao wanted to fall asleep, but Liu Guangtian's snoring sounded like an electric drill and was irregular.

Sometimes Xu Damao would wait there silently, and after a long time he didn't catch up with his snoring. Xu Damao even wondered if Liu Guangtian was dead.

Typical sleep apnea syndrome - this kid was really tired yesterday.

So of course Xu Damao didn’t sleep well last night.

Liu Guangtian, who was packing up, blushed and said embarrassedly: "Master, I'm sorry, I was too tired yesterday, so..."

Xu Damao waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Just ride your bike more and sing more in the future. You'll get used to it."

After lunch, several people left the village and returned to the city, but they were obstructed by Hu Zi's uncle and second uncle. Fortunately, the village chief and the secretary intervened, and with the help of Qin Dashan, Qin Dahe and others, Widow Zhang and Hu Zi were able to escape successfully.

The two brothers Dashan and Dahe pulled a cart and helped send Qin Huairu, Qin Jingru, Widow Zhang and Huzi back to Sijiu City. The cart was filled with Widow Zhang's belongings and food, as well as Qin Jingru's clothes and other things. At that time, it was difficult for the women and children to carry food on the road, as they were afraid of any accidents.

As for the two families that bullied Widow Zhang, Xu Damao had already remembered them. Now it was not convenient for him to take action and he had no reputation to do so, but at night...

Hehehe.