I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 879 - 969: The Deep Friendship of the Friend Country—Treating Us to Insect Sauce

Chapter 879: Chapter 969: The Deep Friendship of the Friend Country—Treating Us to Insect Sauce

The coastline was filled with ships of all sizes, some helping Huaxia’s ships unload things, others helping with boarding, and countless emaciated children in the sea doing what they could for Huaxia’s fleet.

The children’s eyes gleamed, and the adults were simple and hardworking. In no time, they helped hundreds of ships dock. The local authorities, fearing thieves and such, even arranged for many ships to provide protection.

However, Jing Shu wanted to say, there was really no need at this moment.

Why?

Because at this moment, almost all the ships were filled with the stench of rotten corpse insects, a smell so strong that even children had to pinch their noses and retch, or entire ships covered with bizarre green plants.

There wasn’t a single normal ship.

Just imagine that reeking ship; any thief who came would probably shake their head, cry out in agony, and then swear never to steal again after leaving their clothes behind.

Yes, right now the Huaxia fleet really doesn’t have anything worth stealing except for missiles and weapons.

However, Jing Shu shook her head and sighed, as expected of a Friend Country; look at that enthusiasm, unlike some country’s shore a while back, surrounded by greedy people, even grabbing swim rings and not letting go of the ship’s anchor.

But it’s the apocalypse now; why can people in this small country still remain so simple and pure, as if nothing has changed much?

That’s naturally because they are poor. Before the apocalypse, they were already too poor to eat enough. After the apocalypse, still very poor, but they live by the sea, picking whatever they can to eat, at least they can eat. To say, whether it’s an apocalypse or not doesn’t really affect them much.

They just changed their way of survival.

The person officially receiving them was actually a chubby guy named Wula, a fluently Chinese-speaking black man, who brought a big tourist bus for the occasion, one that was eliminated by Huaxia a dozen years ago, to let Old Zhou and a group of people sit on.

The fleet left behind more than half the people to watch the ships, after all, one ship after another of rotten corpse insects were treasures.

Hao Yunlai and Xiao Wei stayed on the ship, while Jing Shu, along with Tan Ke and others followed Old Zhou to do some shopping, and incidentally sell some things to the Friend Country, to exchange for resources.

"Friends from afar, please let us first express some local hospitality, then we can exchange some resources. Also, a group from your country just arrived today and are waiting at the embassy; rest assured, this time it’s our country’s turn to help you poor souls."

Wula’s face was full of sympathy, having just seen that all transported down were shiploads of rotten corpse insects, something even their dogs wouldn’t eat. Ah, how pitiful Huaxia has become?

Old Zhou’s face stiffened, he coughed and nodded, let’s not reject such kind intentions.

This small country indeed was very poor, so poor that Jing Shu had only seen such a thing on TV; no high-rises, like Huaxia in the seventies, at most four or five-story buildings.

On either side were all adobe houses, or stone houses, some buildings even looked familiar.

However — to be honest, Jing Shu arrived and actually thought she came to Huaxia decades ago; why did the buildings here resemble Huaxia’s constructions from forty or fifty years ago?

The embassy was the local central Township Government, a five-story building, built by Huaxia’s help before.

Jing Shu’s face was peculiar; she suddenly remembered an old joke: traveling the world and buying a lot of things, only to find all labels saying Made in Huaxia upon return.

Then many people traveled to India or remote countries, intending to experience some local flavors, only to find all the buildings were ancient constructions from decades ago in Huaxia; netizens mocked: "Darn, I’ve traveled back in time to Huaxia decades ago." Hilarious, who knew it was real.

Wula sincerely expressed gratitude: "Two decades ago, Huaxia helped us build railways, roads, even such good buildings; this time, we will also do our best to provide resources for you; be sure to seize as much Israel’s resources as possible, those sons of dogs have turned the Middle East upside down."

Old Zhou nodded: "Rest assured, this time we are here to bulk up on supplies."

In the vast embassy hall, Jing Shu saw a whole team of Zhen Nantian ready to depart.

Zhen Nantian brought a team of ten this time; apart from one or two people Jing Shu recognized, she didn’t know the others.

Zhen Nantian first saluted Old Zhou and reported the situation; then, he saw Jing Shu behind Old Zhou and gently lifted the corner of his lips: "Mirror is here too, long time no see. And Yang Yang, Tan Ke, you’re all here."

The members behind Zhen Nantian showed surprised faces, as the captain hadn’t smiled for a long time, had he?

Jing Shu lightly shook hands with Zhen Nantian, greeting as well and smiling: "It’s been a long time since parting in the Imperial Capital; this time, I must trouble you to first transport some Dark Energy and other stuff back, I’ll talk about the details later."

"Alright."

After some small talk, Wula called people to serve lunch.

Actually, everyone just sat on the ground, with a big green leaf in front of them to hold food.

Lunch was a local specialty, all the red-blue ingredients mixed together with the sauce to make colorful rice, wrapped in a strange leaf to eat.

The sauce was a local specialty, raw-pressed and marinated from live insects.

Taking a bite burst the juice, first with bitterness followed by spicy, sweet, and sour flavors mingling; this was the highest level of hospitality locally.

After taking two bites, Jing Shu quietly passed it to Tan Ke, who swallowed it whole.

Old Zhou ate with relish too, giving Wula a thumbs-up, constantly praising how delicious it was, but Jing Shu knew, the social butterfly Old Zhou didn’t like eating it at all.

If Old Zhou really liked it, he wouldn’t be holding a thermos flask drinking three cups of tea.

It was hard for Old Zhou, being pressed to eat another serving by Wula, hahaha...

As for the others, they were actually devouring it. These ten or so days on the ship, they ate all kinds of Cockroach Meat, meal after meal, smelling the pungent odors daily, almost making them vomit; now, even this, it’s probably delicious as anything, even if it was shit.

This only made Wula show more sympathetic eyes; originally, he even wanted to raise the price for resource exchange, but now he decided to give some concessions, seeing how hungry these people from the Friend Country were.

After the meal.

They began purchasing supplies.

Wula said: "As for water, we will provide it to you for free. For food, there’s the sauce marinated from these insects, it goes well with rice. There are also various plant roots, good for making soup. Of course, for staple food, there’s no rice, but we have a local Dark Taro Ink powder, good for making black bread."