Rebirth in the end times: The whole family keeps a low profile

The underground city issued an emergency notice: As a new round of cold and wind disasters swept across the entire northern hemisphere, the environment on the ground is extremely harsh. Refugees are requested to be cautious when entering and exiting. The underground city's temperature control system was damaged by the tornado and cannot provide sufficient energy. Some areas may enter a low temperature state. Refugees in each area are requested to add clothes in time and keep warm.

Su Yun took out the thermometer from the space and hung it behind the door. The value displayed on it was two to three degrees. Su Zhangming, who had just recovered, was shivering in his military coat and drinking ginger soup beside him: Sister, we are still relatively safe inside. I almost froze to death in the observation room last night. The wind and snow outside were so terrible that it felt like it could freeze people into ice sculptures in a minute.

Father Su sighed and said: Oh, I think you shouldn't think about going out recently. It's so cold outside, and there won't be much to find if you go out. I think all the places we can go have been searched by the search and rescue team, and we won't be able to find anything.

Su Ma also heard that they got nothing this time. She sighed and said: Alas, I don’t know when the weather will return to normal. It’s really endless. I see that the things we get in this dungeon are getting fewer and fewer. I’m afraid there will be chaos again in a few days.

Su Zhangming retorted: Bah, bah, bah, mom, you can't say that. I heard from others that we have a food processing factory in our underground city, so it shouldn't get to that point.

Father Su thought further and said worriedly: Large-scale planting is not possible in this weather. No matter how much food we have, it will eventually be eaten up. By that time, all the stored food will be used up, and if the weather hasn't improved, we will really have no way to survive.

At this time, the topic of food was also being discussed in the highest-level meeting room in the dungeon.

The head of the grain storage department frowned as he looked at the statistical table in his hand and said: 8% of the grain reserves in our entire underground city have been consumed. Taking into account the various mountain products recovered in the past few years, we can only hold out for half a year at most. We must restart the relevant projects of the Planting Department, otherwise a large number of people will starve to death if the connection is not made.

The person in charge of the coordination department pressed the remote control in his hand, and the screen behind him was broadcasting the situation outside in real time. The surveillance camera captured the old site of the experimental field in the eastern suburbs. A large plain area was covered with snow, and the nearby buildings were also buried under the snow, looking lifeless: The Planting Department has been working hard on planting in recent years, but look at the climate, what can be grown? The green things we can still eat are completely supplied by indoor planting. Indoor planting can't even meet the basic needs of our leadership team. Now the most important thing for us is not to start the shelved projects of the Planting Department, but how to maximize production capacity under limited conditions, and also to compress the exchange ratio between points and food to extend the consumption of our underground city's grain reserves.

The head of the grain storage department slammed the table: We can't do this anymore. Last time we adjusted the points exchange rate, many people came to make trouble. We in the grain storage department were almost scolded to death. If they ask us to step in again this time, how can we still live as human beings?

The head of the coordination department also stood up and responded: What are you talking about? Is the reputation of your department more important than the survival of the dungeon?

This is not just a matter of face. You have to know that after the last adjustment of the exchange rate, many people really couldn't afford to eat. How many people were hungry for two or three days before they were willing to exchange a whole grain cake to survive. If the exchange rate is adjusted again, how will they survive? Can they survive just by drinking water?

The person in charge of the coordination department said helplessly: There is really no other way, we can only implement the emergency plan.

You mean? A winning solution?

The head of the coordination department turned his back and didn't look at him: Yes, that's the plan. As far as I know, several large bases abroad have implemented this plan a year ago. The people we sent over there reported back saying that the effect is good, at least the population has been saved.

Is this... this... so fast? When will it start?

The emergency workshop is ready and all participants have signed a confidentiality agreement. I submitted a report on this matter yesterday and it will be approved within a week.

The head of the grain storage department finally left the meeting room with his head hung.

Ten days later, the refugees in the underground city discovered that instead of three points they could exchange for a multi-grain cake, they now needed five points. Just when everyone was outraged and planning to hold a large-scale protest, the underground city's cafeteria introduced new emergency food. It looked like a dark brown chocolate bar, with a subtle meaty aroma and crispy feeling when bitten. Most importantly, this dark brown chocolate only cost two points.

For a moment, the refugees who had originally planned to protest stopped protesting and scrambled to buy this new type of emergency supplies.

The heads of the Coordination Department and the Grain Storage Department stood in a private room on the second floor of the cafeteria and looked down. They didn't feel relieved until they saw a long queue forming in front of the chocolate selling window. At least no one cared about the source of the chocolate yet. They just had to keep it confidential and wait until the climate returned to normal and the Planting Department could operate normally. By then, everything they had done today would be worth it.

The Su family naturally also knew about the chocolate. They exchanged some for points and put a plate of black, crispy-looking chocolate on the plate. Su Yun smelled it curiously. There was no strange smell, but it had a meaty aroma and looked very good.

Su Yun suddenly remembered a movie he and Wang Jie watched at home many years ago, called "Snowpiercer". It tells a doomsday story. In order to cope with global warming, humans used a substance called CW7 to cool the earth. Unexpectedly, the cooling was too severe. The entire earth fell into extreme cold, and most humans were frozen to death.

The survivors are all on a train that circles the Earth. The train is equipped with a perpetual motion machine. Although there are only this train of people left on the entire Earth, people are still divided into different classes. The closer the car is to the front of the train, the higher the level of the passengers and the better the living resources. On the contrary, the conditions are worse as you move towards the rear of the train. The last car is almost like a prison. The living conditions in the last car are so bad that the people living here live in dirty bunk beds and eat black protein blocks that are hard to swallow. The black protein blocks they have been eating for more than ten years are actually made of various insects such as cockroaches.

When Su Yun saw this, he was almost disgusted to death.

Su Yun and Wang Jie both saw disbelief in each other's eyes, and they both had the answer in their hearts. This might really be made by some kind of highly fertile insect. Su Yun stopped Su Zhangming from trying it and suppressed the urge to vomit.

I said to the Su family very seriously: Don't eat this thing, don't try it, and don't ask the reason. I also told them from the Flying Dragon Team not to buy it, and try to buy multi-grain cakes or compressed biscuits.

Although Su's father and mother did not understand the hidden message in these words, they still decided to do as they were told.

Su Zhibang and Wang Zhihui were still excitedly talking about chocolate, but Su Zhangming came and said that it was best not to buy it and not to ask why. In an instant, they were like eggplants hit by frost. Although they didn't understand, they were right to listen to the Su family's advice. Fortunately, their Feilong team was good at earning points, so they could still afford to eat multi-grain cakes.

They lived frugally every day and saved a lot of points. They planned to pay back the points they owed to the Su family during the Chinese New Year. As the saying goes, if you borrow, you must repay; it will not be difficult to borrow again.

After order was restored in the dungeon, they were going to return to their own rooms, but the Su family was worried and asked them to live in these two rooms, but they had to share the rent.

Those who had had a tragic experience had fallen in love with life in Sanyuan. There were no neighbors who liked to take advantage of others, no one urinated or spitted anywhere, and you wouldn't see two naked people hiding in a corner and entangled with each other in broad daylight.

The most important thing is that the younger brothers and sisters of the Su family will bring their children to play and study together, so they dare not be as unkempt as before. Fortunately, they can afford the water bill in the underground city, so even if their clothes are a little tattered, they have to clean themselves up. At least when they are with the Su family, they can't let others talk to them with a pinched nose, which is too dirty.

With so many people crammed into two rooms, there was simply no room for beds, so everyone slept on the floor. Every day was tight but busy.