I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 881 - 971: Setting Out Again, Heading for the Middle East!
Yang Yang dragged Wula and said, "No, my friend, the friendship of a friend country is great, and our costs are not high. A thousand cups are too few. Let’s do this, give you 5,000 cups, which is only 1 ton in total. 1 ton is not much, 1000 liters."
"No, no, no!"
Wula felt even more guilty. Look, Huaxia can’t even afford to eat, eating those rotten corpse insects every day, and now they are still being so generous, giving so many good things, he really can’t bear it,
"Huaxia helped us a lot in the past, and now not only we have failed to help you, but we are also taking so much from you, it’s not right. We only need 2,000 cups at most!"
In the end, both parties felt they had gotten a huge deal, and the price was set at five thousand cups. Jing Shu and her side felt that they only spent a tiny fraction of what the plants on the ship produced to get so much food, which the friend country had scrimped and saved, and they felt quite guilty.
Wula felt the friend country couldn’t feed itself, yet they exchanged so many luxuries for food that was worth so little, and they felt quite guilty.
Then Wula took the initiative to gift stored dried rotten corpse insect fuel, enough for ten days of fuel for the fleet. Seeing this, Huaxia was quite embarrassed too; the friend country couldn’t even eat well, giving them such hard-earned fuel. They had to gift something in return.
What to gift in return? Well, how about some specialty products from Huaxia. Aren’t those made-in-China clothes various types? Although they were stripped off dead people, at least they could be worn.
The friendship between both nations was elevated. Wula, being quite considerate, sent a banner and a thank you letter to the Huaxia side, significantly boosting Old Zhou’s favorability. He knew, Huaxia’s little videos loved to see this kind of thing.
In the afternoon, after finally getting some personal time, Jing Shu and Yang Yang first briefed Zhen Nantian on the supplies issue. The vast majority of the orange energy was shipped back home, as it was a valuable resource in the apocalypse.
And then there were the dozens of ships with fermented corpse worms.
"Ugh..."
The newcomers couldn’t adapt to such a foul smell and vomited several times.
Even Zhen Nantian’s face looked extremely unpleasant.
Jing Shu comforted, "It’s okay, throw up a few times and you’ll get used to it."
Zhen Nantian: "..."
Tan Ke scratched his head and laughed, "The captain didn’t bring enough stuff when going out; Mirror, stop fooling around, sell the captain and the others some gas masks."
"Hahaha!"
Jing Shu finally sold a few at a friendly price; after all, they had a good relationship but there was an unspoken internal rule not to take things for free. Zhen Nantian exchanged them with a peace pendant, which was just a few bucks worth of plastic.
His teammates behind him showed expressions of envy and jealousy.
Jing Shu was a bit curious, what is this thing? Had it been blessed? They looked like they’d never seen the world.
Zhen Nantian said, "The wearer can use it once as a shield. This time to the Middle East, be careful with everything, and I wish you a safe journey."
"Oh. Thank you. I will take your words as a blessing." Jing Shu sincerely appreciated it, for she would value anything that might enhance her safety. Therefore, she strung it solemnly around her neck. So what if it was plastic? As long as it worked.
"Ahem." Old Zhou interrupted the reminiscing and said to Zhen Nantian, "We found a huge crystal in the Mirror Sea Area, but its power is too overwhelming. Any life form that approaches it will turn into white bones. I’ve already had Miss Jing put it away. I’ve reported this, and the authorities are making relevant containers. You won’t be taking this back just yet; we’ll discuss it when we return."
Zhen Nantian gave Jing Shu a deep look, so where did she hide it? But he said, "Okay, Old Zhou."
Yang Yang made one final addition: "These dozens of ships of corpse worms are fermenting starters. You must re-ferment them according to Jing Shu’s instructions. You can ferment them ship by ship, and you must keep one ship as a reserve, just like keeping embers. Once extinguished, we will never find the Mirror Sea Area again. The satellite reports indicate that the coordinates for the Mirror Sea Area are gone."
Jing Shu added, "The factory can go ahead; those plants consume a lot of nutrients, so ferment as much as you can ferment. However, I recommend setting up these industries by the seaside, like creating a small island fermentation plant; otherwise, it’s just like a chemical plant; it stinks too much."
Zhen Nantian nodded, these matters would be handed over to the authorities once he returned.
After transferring the supplies, Zhen Nantian and his team, along with more than a dozen ships, returned home, while Jing Shu and her teammates took a stroll around the friend country and bought some local trinkets.
The things in the friend country were purely handmade, each one a adorably plump earthen pottery. Jing Shu exchanged some beans and potatoes for quite a few jars, which were quite nice for storing beer.
As for other food, the black fruit, indeed a dark mutated food, was a bit sweet but not very impressive. Besides that, they mixed everything edible together, something Jing Shu, who was used to a pampered lifestyle, chose to honestly eat food from her space.
Tan Ke bought a few handmade clothes, very local-characteristic, to take back to his sister. Jing Shu thought, since she was already abroad, she should bring some things back for her family as well. Here were local smoking pipes for Mr. Jing and these quirky little things for her parents, Grandma Jing would probably be happy with these?
It got dark.
The hundred ships set off again, this time other team members also exchanged half the ship’s load of water and various foods, which left the locals very puzzled, since today the team members were generously buying water. So much water was enough for them to drink on their return journey.
After hearing the report from his subordinates, Wula took a small sip of beer, his eyes full of touched tears: "Huaxia, a friend country, cannot fill their stomachs so they have to drink more water. I’m really despicable for taking so much from them."
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The weather gradually started to heat up, and the waves were blowing hot air.
No one had felt this kind of heatwave for a long time.
However, the air was filled with a faint sulfur smell of rotten eggs.
Besides that, there was a strong, nauseating stench of fermenting corpses.
"Report! We encountered a fleet of a hundred ships, the scale is very large, with warships escorting them at the front and the back, which implies they have valuable goods."
"Here comes a big move, huh? Hahaha, there hasn’t been a fat sheep in this sea area for a long time. Go find out; if it’s a fat sheep, we’ll join forces with the officials to snatch it."
"Okay, I’ll get Anna, with her special concealment skills, to find out what good stuff is inside."
Again, two or three boats approached; they kept probing and watching, and even one person hid in the seawater, like a puddle of water, slowly creeping onto a boat.
"Ugh..."
