Having access to food is a luxury compared to the refugees who may be desperate to survive in the zombie frenzy and have a full meal – not to mention Mosilelle's excellent cooking, which brings out the best in these simple but fresh ingredients.

Winnie and Knife had never eaten anything like this – especially the hot, spicy stir-fried bracken.

When the old knife rustled a few fat bracken sticks with his chopsticks and put them in his mouth, a slightly sweet, sticky juice that he had never tasted before bloomed from the chubby and tender bracken.

This was followed by the pungent aroma of garlic, mixed with the spicy taste of dried chili peppers fried in the fat, and the seemingly ordinary peppercorns hidden under the strange aroma, which nourished his soul with a salty and sweet thick taste, and made Lao Dao's mind fly into the sky.

Along with the soaring are a few tears squeezed out of the eye sockets - naturally, the tears are mainly spicy.

In contrast, Winnie will be much calmer, after all, she is fighting with the old knife for fried bracken, at least she did not shed tears. Maybe it's because Winnie is more spicy.

As today's chef, Mosilele felt a little funny watching these two guys grab food, and this behavior itself is a recognition and affirmation of her cooking skills.

Mosilaire still loves to watch people eat her own food, so she quickly has an elusive but very cute smile on her face.

There were no leftovers tonight as usual, and all the plates were shiny as if they had just been washed three times with dish soap - Old Knife seemed to be particularly fond of using mashed potatoes to soak up the soup of various dishes before eating, which made it easy to scrub the dishes after every meal since Old Knife came - but tonight Old Knife ate particularly cleanly, which Mosilele guessed had something to do with his turn to wash the dishes today.

After dinner, Old Knife returned to his laboratory to continue his research, Winnie also played with Peanut in the barn, and Mosilaire, who had something to do, sat back in front of the communication desk.

In fact, Mosilaire would sit in front of the communication desk for a while every time he had free time. Unfortunately, she hadn't received any messages since the Mechanical Legion attack.

If it weren't for the old knife telling her that there should be several relatively large human gatherings with communication capabilities nearby, Mosilaire would have given up tossing and turning like this every day.

The cacophony that filled the channels was a great torture for her nerves and spirit, and Mosilele feebly repeated her newsletter as she played with a smooth pebble she had picked up from the edge of the pond — a transparent and beautiful pebble that took on a misty blue-purple sheen in the light.

Mosilaire didn't know what kind of stone it was, and neither did Old Knife and Winnie. Even so, this does not prevent her from taking it with her and taking it out from time to time to look at it and play with it.

But today, someone finally received and replied to Mosiliel's request for communication!

"Huh...... Here is number three...... Assemble...... Gathering place ...... Roger that...... Return...... Complete...... Whew"

"This is a fringe colony, I'm the correspondent Mosilel, please answer if you receive it, over." Mosilaire almost jumped out of her chair in excitement, but she held back this childish behavior and tried to respond to the other party in a calm tone.

"Collect ...... ...... to, the quality of communication ...... Difference...... Please...... ...... FM to 1...... ...... 78 MHZ...... Bi ......"

"Huh...... 17.83MHZ…… Whew"

Mosilaire hurriedly adjusted the frequency, and a moment later, a clear male voice came out of the headphones.

"THIS IS THE THIRD GATHERING PLACE, I HAVE RECEIVED YOUR MESSAGE, THE COMMUNICATION QUALITY IS POOR, PLEASE TUNE TO 17.83MHZ, OVER."

"Hello, this is a fringe colony, we have tuned to this channel, is the communication quality improving, over."

"Hello, correspondent Mosilaire, the quality of communication has improved considerably, I'm a communicator herring from Gathering Three, and I'm glad to be able to hear other human voices as well." After a while, Mr. Herring seemed to remember something, and added, "It's over." ”

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Herring." Mosilaire was overjoyed, "Over. ”

Mosilaire then exchanged information with Herring - in fact, it was mainly Herring that provided Mosilaire with some relatively simple but useful information: such as the planet experienced a nuclear war more than 120 years ago, the first zombies appeared one winter four years ago, or the fact that several large nearby settlements were completely destroyed except for Gathering Block 3.

Although Mosiliel only vaguely pointed out a location for safety reasons when introducing her "fringe colony", the erudite herring immediately guessed that they lived in the sprawling base facility of the northern plains.

Probably not chatting with a new friend for a long time, he "tactfully" told Mosilaire about the horrors and tricks about the base that had been circulated among the people—more detailed and terrifying than the old knife.

So Miss Mosilaire, who felt a chill down her spine, immediately stopped her gushing speech after praising herring's linguistic and organizational skills and imagination.

Upon learning that the planet was primarily denominated in silver, Mosilaire asked if there was any surplus for sale at Gathering Ground Three, and wished to speak with the head of the settlement.

After a brief absence, Mr. Herring gave Mosilele a positive reply, promising that the leaders of Gathering Place Three would have a detailed discussion with her at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and that Miss Mosilele would not be late.

Mosiliel was pleasantly surprised, and swore to the heavens that she would never be a minute late—silver she knew where it was, and there was a lot of it. It's just that someone might be upset.

The next day, as everyone gathered around the table for breakfast, Mosilaire first informed the Old Knife and Winnie that she had made contact with the other gathering places, and seemed to inadvertently express her desire to trade with them, and finally she asked the Old Knife if he knew anything that could be used as a currency for trading—the Old Knife, who was eating a lot of food, replied assumedly, "Silver, everyone seems to like this useless thing." If I'm not mistaken,—— it seems like gold can be used too. ”

"But we have no silver, and we have no gold...... "Mosilaire puffed out his face and touched Winnie's head, as if he was very sad." If we don't get more food, we may be hungry in the near future......"

The old knife looked at Mosilelle's worried face, and then at Winnie, who was unknown, and was stunned for a moment, but soon came to his senses, and ate the hot cassava indifferently.

"Then the sterile bricks in the laboratory were removed."

"You mean, agreed?" Mosilaire blinked her clear eyes.

The old knife smiled and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "Anyway, this laboratory doesn't belong to me alone, as long as I don't dismantle those precious instruments and sacrifice some beautiful sterile bricks, what does it matter?"

"Besides, it's better to change some food, Winnie and I can still have your fill, don't you say?" The old knife squeezed his eyes at Winnie, who was still a little dazed.

Winnie, with cassava in her mouth, couldn't quite understand what they were saying, but she smiled happily when she heard the delicious food—she loved to eat all kinds of delicious food, especially since these delicious foods were made by her favorite sister Mosilare.

At 2:40 p.m. that day, Mosilaire was waiting in front of the communication desk - she didn't want to be really late.

She and Herring had a bit of interesting conversations before the meeting began, but he had learned from Mosilaire that there wasn't enough food in Gathering Place 3, so it was best not to expect too much from it. - Maybe they will give a small amount of food to trade, but the leaders of the food gathering places that involve a slightly larger amount of food will certainly not agree.

In this day and age, long distances were laborious, and before leaving, Herring suggested that it would be better for her to come up with terms that were attractive enough.

In fact, as Herring said, in the ensuing negotiations, the leaders of Gathering No. 3 even wanted to buy grain from Mosilaire at a high price - all their suitable areas were planted with high-yielding crops such as corn and potatoes, but they still could not feed the displaced people, who had already reached 4,000.

Mosilair lamented that the fringe colonies had no surplus of food to spare, but she quickly seized the opportunity to euphemistically suggest that she had discovered in the "half-repaired" military base the detailed fabrication and rationale of the hydroponic tanks that Gathering Point 3 might need to dramatically shorten the crop planting cycle.

In the newsletter, she promises that this high-grade hydroponic tank with its own light and can be combined in any way can ignore bad weather and climate change, making it possible to grow large areas indoors and against the climate, and in addition to greatly shortening the ripening cycle of crops, it can often make the crops planted in it more vigorous, tastier and even slightly higher yields - just power it up and add a small amount of hydroponic nutrient solution regularly to enjoy the delightful convenience brought by this high-tech, automated cultivation machine.

"This is a great invention that will revolutionize the way crops are grown and cultivated."

In a seductive voice, she suggested to the people on the other end of the communication station that if the sensible, long-term leaders of Gathering Ground Three were willing to add the blueprint for the hydroponic tank to the list of deals, the only fringe colony currently capable of producing hydroponic nutrient solution would provide them with all the hydroponic nutrient solution they needed for three months for free—within a certain range.

And the price of permanent access to this high technology is only that there will be fewer inedible, hard steel, special parts or other worthless things in the agglomeration.

In fact, the recipe and information of the hydroponic liquid have been thoroughly mastered by the old knife in the first two days, so the fringe colony now has two hydroponic nutrient solutions - one is the standard concentration of ordinary hydroponic nutrient solution, and the other is the more complex formula and more expensive advanced hydroponic nutrient solution - the cost of the advanced hydroponic liquid will be 30% higher than the standard hydroponic liquid in actual application, but the effect can be about 50% higher.