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After carrying and binding the luggage, Jiasheng Fuchinoue took out a crown with a tie from the cabinet of the wooden house. This crown is relatively slender, and it points straight to the sky when it is erected. It is also covered with colored threads and ropes. Embellished with a crown, this is not a crown used by humans, but worn by animals.

Yoshio Fuchinoue put this crown on the head of the headed Yetai Shiba Inu. It is quite used to it. When Yoshio Fuchinoue tied the rope for it, he would stretch his head forward and keep a movement so that he could tighten the knot.

"Okay, we can start right away, and I'll leave it to you later, Ah Lu."

Yoshio Fuchinoue stroked the fluffy head of the Yuta Shiba Inu, and he hung the electric light on a bracket standing aside to illuminate the way forward for the three sled dogs.

The sled was not big, after all, it was used by the old man alone in the past, but it was still possible for Dostoevsky and Yoshio Fuchinoto to squeeze together, but they had to touch their shoulders and thighs. next to the thigh.

Dostoevsky was wearing a white padded jacket, a white snow cap on his head, and the hanging earflaps were also white, which made the black hair sandwiched in the white more obvious, making him a bit like a seaweed rice ball , and the purple eyes are the sour plums put in the rice balls.

Yoshio Fuchinoki couldn't help laughing because of his own association, but he didn't realize that he was not much better. He was also wearing a thick and bulky grape-colored cotton coat, covering his eyes and hair tightly, so that He is a bit like a ripe strawberry, or a grape that is about to bend its branches.

Yoshio Uchinogami held the rein, flicked it lightly, and made a commanding sound from his mouth. After receiving the signal, Ye Taishiba gave a crisp bark, and then ran forward with his legs, and the two sled dogs behind also obeyed the command. Running, the sled quickly slid on the ice field, the surrounding scenery was constantly receding, and the small wooden house at the foot of the mountain was quickly left behind by them.

The whistling cold wind blew Dostoevsky's face, but unfortunately the goggles found from the old man's cabin were either too old to use, or the size was not suitable, but under such conditions It can only be barely used.

They walked forward for about an hour and a half, and the running pace of the three sled dogs slowed down. Fortunately, they had already seen the traces of the village, so they planned to repair here before leaving.

"This should be an Ainu village." Yoshio Fuchinogami looked at the faded totems on the dirt wall and explained to Dostoevsky.

"It is said that they are the aborigines of Japan. There is no written language in the tribe. They all rely on totems and word of mouth to spread their culture. But now there are fewer and fewer local residents who know the Ainu culture."

After all, the civilization gap in modern society is enough to make this nation of farming, hunting and fishing disappear quickly. No one would dislike a convenient life. Rather than digging a well and carrying water, it is better to turn on the faucet Equipment that can flow water is more convenient, and it is cleaner than a gas stove that can make a fire with just a twist, compared to making the room black and choking with smoke.

The Ainu did not have their own written language. Young people went down the mountain to work in the city to learn other people's written and language, while the elderly kept dying, and the inheritance of national culture gradually disappeared.

The original owner of the sled dogs was also from the Ainu tribe. He once left his tribe longing for the prosperity of the city, and came back because he missed his hometown. The reason why these sled dogs came here is also because this is a place frequented by the elderly. When he was young, he drove sled dogs to deliver supplies to the nearby Ainu people.

The houses built by different Ainu have different shapes. The village they came to is similar to a tree house. If you want to go up to rest, you have to climb up the ladder. Fowski two people relayed and sent the three sled dogs up, and they were all sweating after finishing.

There is a special fire place in the tree house. Although it seems very old, it quickly warmed up after the fire was lit. The three sled dogs lay beside them, watching the flames cook the canned meat and vegetables in the pot.

Because it was the first day of the trip, they were all very tired, so Jiasheng Fuchinoue put a few more cans, and the dried meat and vegetables piled up on the bottom of the pot, rolling in the soup with the boiled water.

Dostoyevsky was holding his own bowl, wondering if it was on purpose, the bowl he chose for Dostoyevsky was printed with a white cat and rice balls, while his own It was a bunch of grapes, and I don't know where he found it.

After the meal, neither the man nor the dog wanted to move. They lay in the tree house, listening to the crackling of the flames, and next to the furry body of the sled dog. If they felt cold, they could put their hands into the sled dog's belly to keep warm.

"We should have walked less than ten kilometers today, mainly due to the lack of physical strength of the sled dogs. Next, if we get near the town, we can go to the cannery and food factory to see if there is any stock."

Jiasheng Yuanzhi told Dostoevsky about his next plan.

"If it goes well, maybe we can find coal, so we don't have to worry about the heating problem later."

Dostoyevsky responded, of course he discovered that the best student in Yuanshang was probably also an Extraordinary. If it was before the doomsday, he would probably calmly win the other party's trust, figure out the other party's abilities, and then Judge the use value of Jiasheng Yuan, and arrange the position of this chess piece according to your own plan and layout.

But the end came, and Dostoevsky lost his ideals, and what wandered the earth was just a soulless walking corpse. If he hadn't met the good life in the abyss, he would probably be aimless Wander around, and then just fall down where you want and die quietly.

But Yoshinori Fuchinoue was right, since it is all about death, it is much more meaningful to remember the last appearance of the world than to die numbly.

After a night of rest in the village of Ainu, Yoshio Fuchinogami and Dostoyevsky cleaned up their luggage, or went to the mountains to search for necessary supplies, but before leaving, Yoshio Fuchinoue stayed behind. A few handfuls of firewood and a few cans, in case someone comes to this village in the future, these few things will more or less become life-saving straws for those people.

"Even if these things are left, it is not enough for them to live forever. You give hope, just to make them suffer longer in the doomsday." Dostoyevsky said.

"But it's hope after all. Maybe they can use the food and firewood to replenish their strength and find a new way out. But if they don't keep it, wouldn't it be a pity if they really need this last straw?"

"I can't save everyone, so I can only save more people with all my strength."

Jiasheng Yuanzhi smiled without anger.

After eating, the sled dogs were full of energy, and the speed of pulling the cart became faster, and they arrived at the next town in less than half a day.

The style of this town is obviously an industrial style of reinforced concrete. Jiasheng Fuchinogami checked the information provided by the barrage and confirmed that this is indeed a small town mainly engaged in processing industries. Because it is close to the sea, there are many seafood products. Find some dry goods that couldn't be taken away.

At this time, Dostoevsky showed his strength. Although he was the one who was taken care of by Jia Sheng most of the time along the way, he still didn't want to be really taken care of by Jia Sheng. Treat him like a sickly boy.

"If it is a factory responsible for processing seafood, it should be built near here-but the scale should not be large." Dostoyevsky walked towards the southeast with a clear purpose, and he thought After a while, I chose the largest factory in front of me.

Several spacious factory buildings appeared in front of them. The doors of the factory buildings were not locked, and the iron chains were smashed and hung on the iron doors. The mud prints, except for medium-sized and large-scale machinery and equipment, everything that could be moved was completely removed.

It seems that someone is one step ahead of them, but yes, the locals certainly know where there is food. In the apocalypse of food shortage, these dry seafood products will become alternative luxury goods and equivalents because of their scarcity.

"Let's go to another house and have a look again." Jiasheng Yuanzhi sighed, not surprised that he didn't find anything.

Dostoevsky, however, continued to walk inside thoughtfully, and said as he walked, "Let's go to the warehouse to have a look again, maybe some fish slipped through the net."

After passing through the processing factory, there are staff dormitories and warehouses. The door of the staff dormitory is also open, and it has been frozen by ice and snow. You can vaguely see the messy things on the ground in the open door of the dormitory.

The originally transparent glass was condensed with a thick layer of frost due to the cold, which cut off the sight inside and outside, and the door locks of the warehouse were also smashed, but because the warehouses specially used for storing goods are made of thick alloy The door couldn't be opened just by smashing the lock. It was obvious that there were traces of hacking with an ax and prying with an iron rod.

Perhaps the person in charge was absent, so the goods in the warehouse escaped temporarily, so those who came to search for supplies could only see the treasure mountain in front of them and could not enter.

However, it was not difficult for Jia Sheng on Yuanshang. Concentrating the magic power on his fingertips, he summoned a small Cang, and blasted the alloy door of the warehouse out of a cave that could be walked by one person. Jiasheng has already mastered the flow and output of mana power quite proficiently, even without using the six eyes, he can achieve precise output.

However, these experiences are all based on his thousands of experiments back and forth, and this time-consuming method can only be successful by the good life of Yuanzhi who has death regression.

The warehouse is full of goods, and these seafood that have not yet been shipped out lie quietly on the shelves. If the temperature has not dropped after the sun disappears, the entire earth has become a huge cold chain warehouse. Some of these seafood may expire and rot and be wasted.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi cheered softly, such ample supplies are enough for two people and three dogs to have several meals!

Even Dostoevsky couldn't help but be dazzled by the mound of food. Compared with status, power, and money, food in the midst of hunger and doomsday is more exciting.