The big sign of "Qiuzhuang Town Power Plant" stands here, which was supposed to be a garment factory, and the word "knitting" can be faintly seen on the dilapidated sign.

However, by this time, all the original machines had been removed, and they were replaced by power-generating bicycles.

The power plant covers a huge area, not only the former factory buildings, but also several surrounding residential and commercial buildings, as well as a patch of makeshift prefabricated houses, which can not be seen at a glance.

As far as the eye can see, there are at least tens of thousands of power-generating bicycles in it.

The doors and windows of all the factory buildings have been removed, and only the gray building remains, and you can see at a glance the people who are pedaling inside.

Every time they stepped on it, the kinetic energy was converted into electricity, which was transmitted through the thick cables towards the main city of the Jeseong fortress.

At the entrance of the various buildings of the power plant, people come in and out from time to time, and against the backdrop of those gray buildings, they are like ants.

Unlike other places, around the power plant, there are several teams of heavily armed soldiers patrolling, these soldiers are expressionless, but they give people a sense of slaughter.

After all, the energy supply of the fortress is too important to be missed.

For many power generation monkeys, this is their last resort, and if they are robbed again after a long day of exhausting work here, it is better to die.

Moreover, next to the factory, there is a food exchange point, which can directly use energy points to buy food, and five energy points can be exchanged for food with 2,000 calories, which is basically a starch paste that is pureed and has enough cold water pipes.

If you spend a little more energy, you can even buy boiled peanuts and boiled eggs in salted water.

Therefore, the vicinity of this power plant can be said to be the best place for public security in the entire Qiuzhuang Town.

However, although it is heavily guarded, the power plant can be freely accessed at any time, and anyone who wants to earn energy points can take their own capacitor and insert it into the card slot next to the bicycle generator, and start pedaling the bicycle wildly.

Walking through the gate of the power plant, I saw a steady stream of lean people coming out of it, both men and women, all of them with tired faces, apparently having just worked as a power generation monkey for a few hours, earning a day's food.

Others walked in from the outside with blank faces, found an empty bicycle and began to generate electricity desperately.

These people are basically numb, and there are many people dressed strangely in them, and no one cares about Zuo Chen at all.

He also walked in with the flow of people, and a sour smell of sweat volatilization immediately hit his face.

At this time, he finally understood why all the doors and windows had been removed, and there were dozens and hundreds of "power generation monkeys" in each factory building desperately pedaling to generate electricity, and the huge amount of manual labor made them sweat profusely, and even their bodies were steaming, and the inside of the factory was as stuffy as a sauna.

Even in the harsh winter, the building of this power plant is still steaming.

Most of them were numb, staring at the number of energy points in front of them or the clock in front of them, waiting for this long time to end early.

Moreover, they can't even be lazy, they can only have enough energy points when they reach a certain speed, otherwise they will only consume more time.

A handful of "power monkeys" pedal while looking at the broken books in their hands or a few newspapers that they don't know when, to pass the time.

There are also some acquaintances who talk while pedaling, but they all seem to be weak.

Zuo Chen walked over in this factory, and saw that many bicycles still had the logos of "worship bicycles" and "UFO" on them, and obviously many of them were directly transformed from shared bicycles.

Speaking of which, the surviving fortress humans also have to thank the former bike-sharing companies, otherwise, the origin of many bicycle factories has become a zombie nest, and there are really not so many bicycles for a while.

In a sense, the crazy money-burning behavior of the bike-sharing company at the beginning saved the major human fortresses in the last days.

Thinking about it this way, everything in the world is really a little subtle......

Zuo Chen thought about it in a mess, found an empty car and sat down, plugged in his capacitor, and prepared to make a power generation orange cat to feel the feeling.

This capacitor can be used to store electrical energy, take it away for use, or it can be directly transmitted to the main power grid, and then converted into encrypted information inside the capacitor to record the amount of electricity that has been sent, which is quite convenient.

Zuochen jumped onto the saddle, grabbed the handlebars with his front paws, stretched his legs, and began to pedal the bike.

As soon as the left leg is pushed, the pedal immediately runs downwards and the chain begins to spin.

It's just that in the next moment, the pedal has completely left his left hind paw, and his left leg is directly suspended in the air......

Not long enough!

I can't kick it at all!!

If he was a human in Jeseong Fortress, he must have starved to death!!

Resisting the urge to kick the bicycle over, Zuo Chen climbed down with a black face and walked out of the factory.

Primates are amazing!

Phew!

Walking quickly to the outside of the power plant with an unhappy face, I saw that on the steps outside the plant, a group of people who had just finished generating electricity were eating the food they had exchanged, and from time to time they were talking weakly or scratching on the ground a few times.

The food in their hands is a lump made of starch, and some people are holding a few steamed buns and a small bag of mustard, with a beautiful look on their faces, which attracts the envy of others.

These foods can only ensure basic survival, and even barely offset the calories they consume by pedaling bicycles.

Because of this, these power monkeys are all extremely thin, and although their muscles are good, they all look malnourished.

There are not a few fat people to be found in the entire town of Qiuzhuang.

Zuo Chen walked over and sat on the steps, glanced to the side, and suddenly found what those people were drawing on the ground.

One of them grabbed a puff of sand in his hand and drew a portrait of the Mona Lisa in sand, and it was vivid!

The other is tapping a piece of wood while eating, playing a moving melody and rhythm, and humming softly in his mouth, no less than the singers in those TV talent shows before the end of the world.

There is also a person who writes a beautiful handwriting, comparable to a calligraphy master.

Looking at their appearance, they looked relaxed, and it was obvious that this time of day was a rare time of rest and relaxation.

Zuo Chen tilted his head and said to a thin man sitting next to him, "Dude, amazing, artist meow!" Who are you? ”

The man turned his head and saw that he should only be in his thirties, but his forehead was full of wrinkles, and his face was wrinkled, and he looked almost fifty years old.

"Haha, didn't you just say that? We are the most useless ordinary people in the last days, and we used to be engaged in literature and art. The wrinkled man was quite energetic, and looked at Zuo Chen with interest and said.

Zuo Chen nodded, in this era of survival first, most of the non-technical skills have become useless. If he lives here as an ordinary person, it is estimated that he will not be much better, after all, he is only a student of the Chinese department, and his only specialty is that he can cook.

"What are your specialties, brother?" Zuo Chen continued to ask.

"Me? Hahaha, my specialty is the most useless......" The man suddenly laughed, laughing so much that tears came out, as if he was poked by Zuo Chen's question: "I used to be an online writer, specializing in writing apocalyptic novels!" ”