The people take food as the sky, they want to pull a team and build a base, and food must always be put in the first place. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Putting pots on the open space in the living area, boiling water and simmering the packed game, the cutlery and cooking utensils were taken from the back kitchen of the train's dining car, Yan Zhihua made a simple chimney and connected it to an exhaust outlet, so that the underground space could be cooked by fire.

The aroma of the stew soon spread, and after several days in the town, the writer, who lives by eating biscuits and instant noodles, smelled the aroma and swallowed in his throat.

The experience of not being able to put anything in his stomach seems to be a matter of his previous life, even Yan Zhen is the same, since the outbreak of the disaster, he has not eaten a meal with peace of mind, and now that his father is fine, he feels particularly fragrant when he eats.

"I didn't even know you could cook." Yan Zhen put down his chopsticks and said with emotion.

"When I was browsing the Internet before, I saw some recipes and followed them." Xiao 7 didn't think there was anything unusual, her brain was equivalent to memory, and the information she swiped casually would be recorded.

"It's a pity that she is our main force, being a chef wastes resources, and the stew tastes much better than canned meat." Paradise also sighed.

"In the future, I will cook, and Yan Zhen grew up eating the food I cooked."

Yan Zhihua said: "You young people are busy, and I can't be idle. ”

In the writing hand that Yan Zhen brought back, a fat young man put away the dishes and chopsticks and stood up and said: "Leave it to me, cooking is my old job, and my skill is no cooking. ”

Yan Zhen remembered that this person's name was Liu Xiangpeng, because he had a big head and a thick neck, he was very recognizable in the crowd, so he had an impression of this person.

"It's the end of the world, you still want to cook, how dedicated you are!" Xiao 7 couldn't help but complain when he heard this.

"No, just because it's the end of the world, I think that the hardest part of survival is the problem of eating, so when I complete the task, I set a skill for myself." Liu Xiangpeng explained.

"It turns out to be very useful, the smoke from burning wood is too big, and it is not easy to collect with gas, so it will be hard for you in the future." Yan Zhen said.

"Hey, what's polite, we're non-combatants, it's not easy to survive, and we have to thank you for being willing to take us in."

"Don't think so, the current situation is chaotic, and I also want to have a place to live, so I hope everyone will work together and live in peace in the future."

"Don't worry, we will definitely be united, you are the boss, you have the final say!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

It's all young people who gather together, and because they write books and 'bond' with disasters, the sense of distance between them is only for a full meal.

After eating, Yan Zhen arranged work for them according to the writer's ability, and Zhang Teng, who could make the stone shine, was led by Xiao 7 and went out to move the stone from the back door of the base.

The rest of the people have some skills that can't be used for the time being, so let the park take the lead in building the infrastructure inside the base, and there will be more and more people in the future, and living in the carriage is not a way after all, the space height of the base is enough to put down large passenger planes, so Yan Zhen is ready to build a few buildings, but the premise is that they have the technology to build houses.

This deficiency has been made up in the writer group, the writer group has new people to join every day, some writers have built houses for people in the countryside, and now many places in the countryside to build houses, the quality is no less than the city, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a country villa.

They don't dare to guarantee it, but it will definitely be no problem to guide Yan Zhen and others to build a three-story small building, in fact, if the base is used as a temporary base, they don't need to go to such great lengths, just get some tents and prefabricated houses.

However, Yan Zhen considered that the form of war on the ground was becoming more and more intense, and they might have to hide underground for a long time, and if the writers who joined had their families and mouths, it would be inconvenient to live in tents for a few years, so he decided to plan the base according to the long-term goal.

Xiao 7 led Zhang Teng out of the back door of the base, the mountain where the base is located is just one of the rolling mountains, and it is still a mountain after going out.

"She just got the carriage in through the back door, and you married a virtuous helper, that's the word, right?" Paradise and Yan Zhen stood at the door of the warehouse area, and he nodded with his chin at the carriage that Yan Zhen had visited.

The back door of the base is open in the warehouse area, and the door can only be opened from the inside, Yan Zhen can imagine the scene of Xiao 7 flying in from the outside with a carriage on his back.

"Supergirl is more suitable." Yan Zhen smiled proudly, his wife's strength was a little damaged, but thinking that such a powerful guy belonged to his family, he suddenly felt that he had made a lot of money.

The people in the writers' group not only share a variety of experiences, but also convey the situation of different regions, the south is densely populated, there are many writers, divided forces abound, and there are countless battles large and small.

"You say a lot of people are moving north?" Yan Zhen turned on the voice function of the writer group and directly talked to the writers in the group. The team he pulled back was in a hurry for days, and their physical strength was almost overdrawn, so after he arranged the division of labor among everyone, let them rest for one night first, and only Xiao 7 and Zhang Teng went out to collect materials for the initial construction of the base.

Yan Zhen chatted with the southern writers in the writer group, including the first few writers who joined the group, the male gods are all scum, Xiaoha and Qingcheng Yamashita Bai is true.

At this moment, the person who is talking to Yan Zhen is Xiao Ha, and the northward migration he said refers to the writers in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and Liu Xiangpeng and Zhang Teng are in the same situation, these people have low ability, they cannot be reused within the big power organizations, and even it is difficult to survive, so some people decide to move north to find a way.

Maybe for other bases, these people who only have life-type skills, or chicken rib skills, and some even have no skills, are a burden, but for Yan Zhen, his purpose is to collect fragments, but he collects all the fragments that are fused with his body.

"If that's the case, I can lead the team." Xiao Ha's voice is transmitted through the writer's newly developed voice system.

"No problem, bring as many people as possible, it doesn't matter if you have families, you can also take in ordinary people here." Yan Zhen said.

"Then I'll go too!" A voice suddenly interjected.

"All scum is welcome." Yan Zhen said with a smile.

"How can you become a male god if you are not a scumbag? You wait for me! "There was a noisy shout in the background of the male god's full scum voice, and he seemed to be standing in a very windy place to speak.

Qingcheng Yamashita Bai asked with some concern: "Male god, are you okay?" ”

Because the clear sound of artillery fire and explosions came from the voice, every online member of the group could hear it clearly, but the male god's voice was all scum but he was not nervous, he said leisurely: "It's okay, it's fighting again, three battles a day, I'm on the top of the building, don't say anything, pack up your things and get ready to go!" ”

After chatting in the group for a while, several people said that they would pull the team to the north, Yan Zhen naturally agreed, and when the virtual light screen was closed, he suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

was thinking about how to speed up the construction of the base, Xiao 7 and Zhang Teng came back, Zhang Teng went to the passage to transport stones, and Xiao 7 carried wood inside.

After they tossed, the passage was blocked, leaving only a narrow passage in the middle that could accommodate one person, Yan Zhen stepped forward to brush off the sawdust on Xiao 7's hair.

"You rest, I'll do the rest."

"Okay, I'll go out tomorrow morning, and I'll finally be able to go far away." Seeing her rushing back to the carriage, Yan Zhen couldn't help but smile happily on his face, Zhang Teng came over at this time, and said with a very complicated expression: "Let her go to a farther place, don't pluck the feathers of a sheep, this small hillside is almost bald." ”