Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Song Fang wants to give Xiaoqiu a gift. ¤八¤八¤Read¤Books,☆←o

A gift that frees all nations.

This gift is the blue sky and white clouds of the past.

Lush green mountains.

A rich and fertile ocean.

——Okay, I’m thinking a little too far. I'm afraid even if the people on the death penalty wheel regard him as God, they won't be able to accumulate enough points to copy an entire ocean.

But the most basic thing is to at least have some farmland and woods so that the humans on the ball can have enough food.

There were footsteps outside the door.

The jailer who lived on the mezzanine heard the iron door falling and came over to check.

Because their location was quite far away from here, Song Fang had already slipped away by the time they arrived.

Then Song Fang, who was lying in the corner, heard the sound of gasping when he was approached and knocked unconscious.

A jailer stumbled out, hit the wall of the corridor opposite the door, and then staggered out holding the wall, shouting "Oh my God! Come on! Come on! Someone!"

Ten minutes later, a large group of people crowded into the room on the mezzanine of the platform, crying and laughing, touching and touching, unable to put it down but afraid of being damaged by themselves.

Steve carefully opened a box of cans and took out one to open.

A circle of people immediately gathered around. There was a tall man among them holding a lamp, and the dim and dancing light fell on the flat minced meat, making the latter look like the slightly blushing cheeks of a girl under the light.

The people in the outer circle couldn't squeeze in, so they could only stand on tiptoes as much as possible, looking over the tops of other people's heads, and trying hard to look at the box of cans.

"Is this really meat?"

"Idiot, can't you smell the aroma?"

People whispered, fearing that the loud noise would scare away the cans. ⊕eight⊕eight⊕read⊕book,◇o≮

Steve carefully scooped out a little minced meat with the key he used to open the can, gritted his teeth, and put it into his mouth.

"and many more."

Cade stopped Steve. "I'll do it. This can has been there for a long time. If it goes bad and something goes wrong with you, our prison will be leaderless."

"Cade, I think you just want to eat meat."

An older woman next to her joked.

Amid everyone's good-natured laughter, Cade's livid face finally softened.

He took the key from Steve's hand, took a sip, and savored it for a while. His expression was a little unwilling, but he finally nodded.

The crowd burst into cheers.

"Now I can only say that the meat doesn't taste weird, but I'm not sure it's really edible." Cade warned, "These cans should have been here before we got here. Maybe we were fighting for a stool last time. In the game it has been contaminated by the toxins of this planet."

"Then do you want to eat this whole box of cans?"

Someone laughed loudly next to him.

Cade was a little embarrassed by the laughter.

"It's better to be poisoned to death than to starve to death." Steve was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. "Everyone, go out for a moment. William, Ben, you two can stay here while we count how many cans there are."

The person whose name was called by Steve responded with a bang. Others also wanted to stay, but Carol took the lead and kicked them out.

The inventory took two hours.

Five hundred bags of rice. Three hundred bags of flour.

One hundred bags of soybeans. Two hundred bags of oats.

Pork jerky is about 500 kilograms.

Eighty boxes of canned lunch meat.

There are even thirty boxes of multivitamins!

These foods are much better than nutritional pastes and liquids that claim to be nutritious but actually only contain fats and carbohydrates, and taste extremely delicious!

Not to mention the death penalty roulette, even before the Antwerp family’s incident, so many natural foods were extremely luxurious!

People wept with joy.

Everyone said Prison No. 10 was rubbish, and some members of the family even committed suicide when they heard it was the next penal colony. Who knew they had found a treasure!

Not only that, after a while, Steve and others also discovered cloth and leather.

These things are also hard currency. No fabrics are produced on the death wheel, and no animal breeding is possible. It all relies on imports.

These supplies will be provided on supply days, but they must focus on food, otherwise they risk starving to death. This resulted in the fact that there was not a single person in the entire prison who had unpatched clothes.

Fortunately, the seasons on the death penalty roulette are not clear-cut and remain between 15 and 25 degrees Celsius all year round. Ragged clothes mainly bring embarrassment on the mental level, but they are not likely to cause death.

However, the lack of fabric will make it impossible to make sufficient protective clothing. The lack of protective clothing will greatly weaken the mining efficiency. If the mining efficiency cannot increase, the conventional channels for obtaining materials will become narrow, and a vicious cycle will follow.

Steve and others found three large rolls of strange fabric in the mezzanine, which seemed to be Kevlar fiber.

Although Kevlar has long been outdated, unfortunately, there are not even many outdated resources in Prison No. 10.

So what kind of magical discovery are these?

Some people even knelt down and started kowtowing towards the west.

No matter which deity they worshiped, their gratitude and admiration were eventually converted into points and entered into Song Fang's system.

"If these materials were left behind by the previous owner of the high-altitude platform, why didn't we notice them when we first arrived?"

Steve noticed something strange.

Cade also felt a little strange, but still shook his head. "Forget it, maybe we didn't check carefully when we first came here. The structure in the mezzanine of this platform is too complicated."

Steve nodded thoughtfully. That's the only way to explain it.

Cade secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This may be God helping him.

With these supplies, Prison No. 10 can survive for a while longer, and he probably... won't have to betray Steve.

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Steve arranged for reliable people to watch day and night, and there was no room for any mistakes.

Due to the abundant supplies, even foreign prisoners received relatively abundant food. This gave them a respite in despair, and a riot that was about to break out disappeared invisibly in people's stomachs.

The women worked day and night to make new protective clothing. In addition, Lilian can only make the skeleton of the new mining equipment, and then let the female workers attach fabric to the skeleton to use as new flying wings. This slows the damage her powers do to her body.

Wearing new mining equipment, the people in Prison No. 10 are mining more efficiently. Some foreign prisoners also became masters of mining, and thus moved out of the mezzanine and received sufficient food supplies.

Time flew by in this prosperity.

Soon, the last supply of supplies before scrambling for stools will begin.

This is a vital supply for every prison. 11