End Times Botanical Paradise [Infrastructure]

"What does he mean?" Jiang Mo asked as soon as Huang Wenyu left.

Xu Yan looked at the direction where Huang Wenyu was leaving, and his thin lips parted slightly, "It's literally."

"You know the Xishan Reservoir in the western suburbs, there are many manors and villas of little nobles nearby." He looked at Jiang Mo and didn't continue, the meaning in his eyes was very clear.

Xishan Reservoir is connected to the sea.During the tsunami, the seawater will pour into the reservoir from the river, flooding those small noble manors.

If you want the small noble manor to not be submerged, you can only guide the reservoir for secondary flood discharge.

Cihui District is a poor area in S City, the population accounts for almost one-third of S City, but its status is the lowest.

Tramps, bankrupts, orphans, disqualified...

They occupy dilapidated and dilapidated buildings left over from more than 100 years ago, separated by a dense forest, and face the small aristocratic circle on the small plateau in the western suburbs.

"But those nobles, they don't even live in City S." Jiang Mo clenched his fists.

If it was him in the previous life, without the bondage of the farm, he might have gone to beat Huang Wenyu up.

He was born in Cihui District, a slum in S City, and he knows the situation there all too well.

Many people who live there don't have mobile phones or communication tools, they don't read the news, and they may not even know that a tsunami is coming.

If there is no flood discharge, the Cihui District has a high terrain, and many residents can survive by taking in refugees and exchanging supplies.

But once Cihui District is used as a flood discharge area, the poor who have no ability to resist risks will only die.

Xu Yan frowned, not in a good mood.

Jiang Mo asked again, "Why did he come to the farm?"

"I want the farm to help resettle a group of refugees. I have agreed to open the buffer zone."

This was discussed by the two of them very early on.

When a big tsunami came, the farm could not ignore it. The buffer zone was originally used by two people to deal with this special situation.

Knowing that there is no problem with the farm, Jiang Mo was relieved, he hesitated for a while, and walked outside the farm.

"Where are you going?" Xu Yan asked.

Jiang Mo paused, "Go out for a walk."

Xu Yan didn't know his background, and he didn't really want Xu Yan to know.

He hasn't been back to Cihui District for a long time.

He has no fond childhood memories here, and no one to miss.

Or to be more blunt, he loathes and hates there, and he also loathes and hates his own origin.

Like every child born in a poor area, he grew up eating a lot of food when he was young. When he grows up and becomes sensible, he will see many ugliness that he can understand or can't understand at all.

He has experienced everything that any ghetto kid may experience, deceit, scorn, violence, even abduction.

But he was also slightly luckier than others.

Because of his cute appearance, when kind people come to Cihui District to donate goods and food, he can always get more gifts.

Of course, it is also easier to arouse the jealousy of other children.

His fighting skills were all developed at that time, and children who can't fight can't keep their own food at all.

To what extent was Jiang Mo's fierce reputation at that time?A child of eight or nine years old, even adults dare not mess with him.

Because as long as he didn't beat him to death, he would touch the bedside of the other party in the middle of the night and slit the other party's neck with a dagger.

If he hadn't met Mrs. Zhou, he might have grown up just like other children in the slums. After he became an adult, he couldn't find a good job because he had no household registration and no education.

Or become a black worker at the bottom of society, or continue to come back here as a homeless man.

Mrs. Zhou took him away, Jiang's parents adopted him, and Jiang Mo is now.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have the slightest nostalgia for Cihui District, but today Jiang Mo suddenly wanted to go back and have a look.

The car moved a little on the congested road.

Cihui District was still as he remembered it.

The dilapidated building with peeling walls was crumbling, the windows of the stairs were sealed with thick dusty canvas, bamboo sheds, tents, and all kinds of drying clothes protruding from the windows completely blocked the road.

Some people sat numbly under the eaves basking in the sun, some sat on the threshold with basins to wash clothes, and some walked on the road with festered skin and blank eyes.

In the narrow alley, there were cries, screams, and the crazy noises of children.

There was a large group of grey-brown wriggling things on the side of the street. Jiang Mo looked at it for a long time before realizing that it looked like a group of mice.

More than a dozen huge mice were piled up in a ball, as if they were biting something.

Jiang Mo grabbed the half-drunk mineral water bottle and threw it towards the big ball.

"Squeak—" the mouse yelled, and fled in all directions, dragging its tail.

Only then did Jiang Mo see the gnawed thing clearly. It was a mutated mouse king the size of a cat. At this moment, its flesh had been gnawed to pieces, revealing white bones and black-red blood. .

Jiang Mo frowned and was about to walk away when he suddenly saw a little boy rushing over, picking up a half bottle of mineral water stained with black blood and putting it into his arms, staring at Jiang Mo cautiously.

His eyes are big, with observation and vigilance like a small animal.

Jiang Mo closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He walked back to the car looking for something to eat, and when he came back with a carton of milk and a bag of bread, the little boy was gone.

There were two girls standing at the intersection, one was wearing a fiery red shawl, her hair was curled into big waves, her face was bright and sharp, and the other was wearing a retro long skirt, with curved eyebrows and eyes, and a gentle smile.

At first glance, these two people are not from the slums.

With a mobile phone in one hand and a loudspeaker in the other, they are broadcasting the morning news to the slums.

"It turns out that the festering disease on my body is from eating contaminated food?"

"Does that mean you can't drink water?"

"Can a big tsunami reach us? What's the altitude?"

There were more and more people surrounding the girl. Those who basked in the sun, washed clothes, and hid at home, either walked over, raised their heads, or lifted the curtains on the bed, and all looked this way.

These two girls are like two nimble fish swimming, stirring up the stagnant water in the slum.

Something in Jiang Mo's heart was touched again, a little sore and a little swollen.

He stood in the shadow of the dangerous building, leaning against a telephone pole, watching the noisy crowd gathered together for such a long time.

Look at those people's expressions of gratitude, worry, or bewilderment.

After a long time, Jiang Mo called Xu Yan.

Xu Yan sat in front of the bay window of the small villa, leaning on the cushion and typing on his notebook.

There are more than a dozen folders on the desktop of the notebook, including inventory books, staff resumes, and various expenditure forms and estimated income forms prepared by Fang Nan and Secretary Wang.

When the end came, Xu Yan became even busier.

He will re-plan the positions for those left behind, organize at least three patrol teams to ensure the safety of the farm, and make another plan for the existing materials.

The maximum number of people he has booked for the farm is 300 people.

300 people can fully meet the internal circulation of the farm, which can not only ensure that there are enough staff for each position, but also allow the farm's income and expenditure to reach an optimal ratio.

If the farm runs smoothly, he can guarantee that he, Jiang Mo and these 300 people can spend at least 20 years without any worries.

But just to be on the safe side, he still calculated another expenditure form—the frugal version of the expenditure form.

In this expenditure statement, the number of people on the farm has been reduced to 200, so that although the output of the farm will be affected, he and Jiang Mo will worry less, and the materials they hoard will last longer.

He can even reduce the number of people again, retaining only the most elite superhumans, and build a team of 80-150 superhumans.

The phone rang suddenly, Xu Yan glanced at the caller ID, and picked up the phone.

"Xu Yan." Jiang Mo's voice came from over there.

Jiang Mo seldom directly called his name, or "Hi", or directly gave him a look.

Xu Yan's expression became serious, "What's wrong?"

"I want to discuss something with you," Jiang Mo hesitated over there, "I remember, we once calculated that the optimal capacity of the farm is 300 people."

Xu Yan looked down at the chaotic document windows on the desktop.

"Hmm," he replied.

"If," Jiang Mo's voice was full of hesitation and confusion.

He seldom speaks in this tone, maybe he also has hesitation and confusion, but he never shows his fragile emotions in front of Xu Yan.

Jiang Mo said, "What if I want to save more people?"

Xu Yan looked down at the laptop desktop again.

His bony fingers moved to the mouse, and right-clicked to delete the frugal version of the plan.

Xu Yan chuckled, and there was a little more gentleness in his usual flat voice, "Then we need to re-plan a new development direction for the farm."

"Where are you?" Xu Yan continued, "Go back and help me plan."

There was silence on the other side for a while before Jiang Mo's voice came, "Xu Yan."

Jiang Mo's voice is clean and bright, always with a bit of fiery youthful air, probably because he is not in a good mood now, his tone is a little softer than usual, as if he has been wronged.

Xu Yan liked it so much that he called his name in such a voice.

He pushed the notebook aside, closed his eyes gently, "Say."

"That wheelchair is not a gift I really want to give you."

"What is that gift?"

There was a moment of embarrassment over there, and the voice dropped again, "A windbreaker has already been bought."

The corners of Xu Yan's lips curled up, and the sun shone on his delicate and beautiful side face.

"Pay me later." He said in a low voice.

In the afternoon, the remaining staff all signed new contracts with the farm.

Xu Yan took the opportunity to recruit more than a dozen supernatural beings, and mixed them with the original supernatural beings on the farm to form three patrol teams, with Wei Xinghe as the captain.

Jiang Mo divided the ten planting sheds into two areas, two rice areas, one wheat area, one miscellaneous grain area, one vegetable area, two fruit areas, one cash crop area, one drug area, and one experimental area.

Labeled with Arabic numerals respectively.

The experimental area in area 10 is reserved for planting seeds that have been used with breeding agents, and the other areas are temporarily planted normally.

He led people to sow the first batch of grain, exchanged for breeding agents and other growth-promoting agents, and planted a batch of cotton in District 10.

He sowed the newly harvested mutated plant seeds every day, and the action of growing vegetables to earn points has never stopped.

Jiang Mo tried to put the mutant algae into the system garden once a day, but was rejected by the system every time.

But according to his observation, Zou Yang recovered very well, no major problems occurred either mentally or physically.

On the morning of the seventh day of the apocalypse, on the day of the tsunami, Jiang Mo got another chance to draw a free lottery.