Cave Refuge-Chapter 136 - 135: Relocation (4000 words)_2

According to Dong Tianyu’s arrangements, as Pengcheng will be facing a heatwave soon, warm clothes and blankets can temporarily be left behind. They only needed to bring summer clothes when leaving.

After their move, Dong Tianyu will directly deliver the necessary supplies to the underground refuge center, so Mr. and Mrs. Thompson don’t have to worry about anything.

They just need to bring enough supplies for about a week when moving. Dong Tianyu will take care of the rest.

Though they had been living in the office building for so long, after removing winter clothes and bedding, there wasn’t much left to take.

Everything added up only filled two boxes, and one of them was filled with life necessities.

Even though people say a broken family is worth a lot, at this time, most survivors’ homes didn’t have much left in them.

The next day, when they were moving, Dong Tianyu came to help. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson were arranged on the second underground floor, the area assigned this time wasn’t as perfect as in the subway station refuge center.

However, the elderly group occupied one quarter of the area this time.

Of the remaining area, apart from the well and restrooms, most places were public areas.

Only less than a fifth of the area was arranged for the families of some other leaders of the West City District Command Post.

It is worth mentioning that the members settled on the second and first underground floor were mainly leaders’ families, while those leaders spent most of their time living in the subway station refuge center with the Command Headquarters.

"Dad, Mom, this is the camping equipment I’ve prepared for you two. I’ll put up the tent for you, and here are two sleeping bags."

This time, even though Dong Tianyu came with a huge backpack, there wasn’t much in it.

Dong Tianyu had originally planned to bring tents and other camping tools, but upon arriving on the second underground floor, he found that tents had already been set up.

These army-green tents were equivalent to a room of about twenty square meters.

After testing the strength of the set-up tents, he found it very difficult to destroy these tents without tools.

From their appearance, it is obvious where these tents came from. It was indeed a place known as a War Reserve Warehouse, already stocked with a lot of field camping equipment.

Dong Tianyu took his parents to their assigned tent and pulled back the curtain to enter.

The layout of the tent was quite simple.

Perhaps because Chinese people aren’t used to sleeping on the ground by nature, there was a bed in the tent, but it was made from four trays put together.

The mattress was not the cotton or palm mattresses one might expect, but an inflatable one rarely seen, and it was only about the thickness of a fist.

Apart from fooling oneself, the bed of this style had no obvious uses. Perhaps when someone lies on it, it might have some cushioning effect, but this effect is very limited.

Maybe because of fabric shortage, the mattress didn’t have a bedsheet or pillow, just a bare inflatable mattress placed on the trays.

Other than this thing that could barely be called a bed, there was only a long folding table and four folding round stools inside the tent, and nothing else.

Seeing the situation inside the tent, the Thompsons sighed helplessly.

When his parents weren’t looking, Dong Tianyu quickly switched the backpack he was carrying with one from the Shadow Space.

Originally, Dong Tianyu’s backpack contained tents and camping equipment, but upon arriving here he discovered that accommodation tents were already provided.

So, since the items in his backpack had become redundant and it was troublesome to change the items from the backpack one by one, Dong Tianyu simply switched to a different backpack when his parents weren’t looking.

In fact, Dong Tianyu did this to save trouble, using the same type of backpack, but pre-loading it with many different types of supplies.

"Mom, do you have enough food left? I didn’t bring food this time, I brought some practical small items."

Hearing her son’s inquiry, Mrs. Thompson answered while walking towards him, curious about the items he had brought for them.

"Your father and I brought everything left in the warehouse. Thank goodness your father had the foresight to let you take all the valuable stuff from the warehouse, otherwise...."

While Zachary waited excitedly for his mother to continue speaking, Mr. Thompson interrupted, "Let’s not dwell on the past. Let’s clean up here first."

Truth be told, Mr. Thompson’s shift in topic was blunt. The tent was spotlessly clean in every sense of the term.

Knowing that his father didn’t want to discuss it further, Zachary began to take out the items from his bag one by one.

The first thing he took out was a foldable fan. Because it was folded, the fan didn’t take up much space.

When unfurled, the diameter of the fan blades reached thirty centimeters. Furthermore, the fan’s handle hid a battery. Once fully charged, on the lowest setting, it could run for three hours.

Charging it was straightforward, Zachary could handle it.

Apart from the electric fan, Zachary also took out some collapsible stools from his bag. However, compared with the sturdy stools in the tent, what he brought out seemed like inferior knock-offs.

Although each stool didn’t take up much space because of its collapsible nature, it couldn’t guarantee basic safety for slightly overweight people.

After taking out these two heavy items, Zachary fetched some pieces of cloth from his bag.

Specially chosen, these pieces were defective. It wasn’t that Zachary wasn’t willing to provide his parents with quality things.

But considering the makeshift zipper door of the tent, or the near lack of soundproofing from the tent walls, it wouldn’t be difficult for others to enter. Privacy was non-existent in the tent.

So to avoid stirring up trouble, Zachary purposely brought defective cloth for his mother.

Having taken out the cloth, Zachary finally took out the items placed in the bottom of his bag.

A small box neatly packed with several bottles of Menthol, along with a few bottles of high-purity alcohol.

After taking out all the items, Zachary then started to rummage through the pockets on the side of the bag.

These pockets were small, only capable of holding basic items like needles and threads.

Such items usually went unnoticed, but now, to recreate them other than painstaking handwork, there was no machinery to produce these items.

"Mom and Dad, you should keep these things first. Do you have enough food? I’ll bring some next time."

"We can hold back on the food issue. I heard they provide meals here, although it’s only twice a day, it can save a lot of provisions in the long run.

What’s your situation like, are you and the Taylor family prepared?"

Hearing Mr. Thompson’s words, Zachary displayed a confident ’don’t worry’ look as he replied, "That won’t be a big deal for me. I’ve got everything ready, and will move it over in a few days."

Although Master Ye had ended the conversation last time, upon returning, the Li family’s eldest son conveyed some of his thoughts to Mr. and Mrs. Thompson through Robinson William.

They knew the pair were capable, but under the circumstances where their parents were now settled, he hoped they could make more contributions to the Refuge Center; plainly put, he wanted them to donate some items.

With the oldest of the Li family being so direct, Zachary and Ye Liuyun couldn’t avoid the issue and could only agree to help with supplies.

Zachary was planning to supply chicken meat and eggs as before, but with the scorching heat contrasting the previous extreme cold, meat was unable to be preserved for a long time due to the weather.

So, Zachary decided to bring something else.