Bang bang bang bang!

Continuous impact sounds came from a ruin outside Xinyang Town. Dilapidated logs of different specifications lay in the sand, half of which had been buried in the sand.

After a dusty scene, it became much cleaner, and all kinds of domestic waste and feces on weekdays disappeared.

A breeze blew, and Ren Hai felt a little cool. At this time, the sun had just risen, the temperature did not rise, and there was a little coolness in the morning, which was also a unique situation in the wasteland.

Looking around, the town still looks like that farther away, with endless wastelands and land without any grass growing.

After Ren Hai came out of the ground nest, he began to deal with the buried logs.

Fortunately, it's just a sandstorm, not a tornado. Ren Hai has heard of it from others. Once the tornado passes, it's really a disaster and nothing will be left for you.

Lock the log, find the right position to hold it, adjust the force point, use force, pull out the log, and throw it on the open space beside it.

From this skillful operation, we can see that doing this kind of thing is easy to get.

The construction of a small wooden house is very simple. Generally speaking, the main frame of the wooden house will not collapse because of a sandstorm. Unless it is too unlucky, the others will be easier. Clean out the collapsed logs from the sand, and then find a suitable place and fix them.

With the beginning of Ren Hai's family, more and more households began to repair wooden houses on the ruins.

"Oh, that's mine."

"Look at it carefully. There is a knife mark on this wood, which I left behind before."

"I still left a knife mark."

From time to time, quarrels about scrambling for logs sounded, filling in seasonings for this already lively scene.

For people in the town, logs are extremely important resources. Compared with logs, unusable land is of no value. As long as you have enough logs, you can build a large, very solid wooden house where the management class allows.

After half a day of renovation, a small wooden house of about 20 square meters has restored its original appearance.

Others who repaired the wooden houses also gradually completed the fortifications.

If you are in another town, the speed will definitely be more than twice as fast as here.

Compared with the other three other towns in Enclosure City, the permanent residents in Xinyang Town can rank first in total, but if they are based on the number of young and middle-aged people, they can only rank fourth, and the number of people is not even half of Xinmin Town, which ranks third.

Looking around, there are basically widows, widows, widows, girls, and children here. Few young and middle-aged people are willing to stay in Xinyang Town.

Xinyang Town is basically a wasteland on the south side of the Envelope City. Here, except for the farmland enclosed by the Envelope City, there are no other resources for utilization.

Under such a basic basis, it means that there are very few jobs that can be found. In general farming, except for individual transportation or small amounts of land tilling, only women or the elderly can solve it.

According to the laws of the Xia Dynasty of the Federation, young and middle-aged people need to pay more than 30% of the salary for working in other groups. Why not pay less for the same job?

Which one does not work more than Xinyang Town in the east, the mining area and relics resources in Xinliu Town in the north, and the commercial roads in Xinnian Town in the west?

As long as you are willing to endure hardships and fight for your life, there is still a high chance of surviving.

People are like reeds, fragile, but as long as you give it a little soil and moisture, they can survive tenaciously and spread branches and leaves.

For humans, they need less, and only a little bit of it is needed - hope that the only one who can defeat humans is himself.

The reason why Ren Hai was unwilling to leave here is nothing more than his father's influence...

The little boy sat next to the ridge of the field and asked a middle-aged man angrily: "Dad, what is the world like before the great changes you often say?"

The middle-aged man looked into the distance, stopped the farming work in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "It is a world that you can't imagine. Human beings walked out of the cave and experienced the primitive era, the stone age, the iron age, the farming era, the industrial age, the information age, and finally reached the peak of technology - the intelligent era, that kind of world is difficult to describe."

"Since technology is so developed, why will there be catastrophes?"

The little boy hit the nail on the head and said the questions that most people were puzzled but could not ask.

The middle-aged man looked a little complicated.

"Sometimes, technology is too developed, which is not a good thing. In this world, the most terrifying thing is not wild animals or natural disasters, but human hearts. There are two things that cannot be looked directly at with your eyes. One is the sun and the other is the human heart. Catastrophe also originates from human hearts."

"Wouldn't it be good at all before the catastrophe..." Maybe it was because the middle-aged man said just now, and the little boy looked a little scared.

"No, there is an era that can be said to be the best era - the farming era. People in that era live the happiest." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he only had infinite yearning in his eyes, which was desire...

The little boy was a little suspicious and asked, "Happiness? What is happiness?"

"Happiness...well... Happiness means being able to smile from the heart often, that may be happiness!" A trace of curve appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and the light of the sun reflected on the man's face, dazzling and intoxicated...

The little boy looked at the middle-aged man's face and felt something: It turns out that this is happiness, it's really a happy life, the farming era, then I must restart the farming era...

In the wooden house, Ren Hai took the bowl of soup in Li Meng's hand, reached to his mouth and took a sip, and handed it to Li Meng. There was only so much water left at home, so drink less if you could drink less.

Sitting by the fire pit for a while, Ren Hai said, "Li Meng, you rest first, I'll go out."

After hearing this, Li Meng stood up in a hurry and blocked the wooden door.

"What? I want to go to the wasteland again?" Li Meng also knew in her heart that no one could stop Ren Hai's decision to do.

"I'll go to the grocery store and exchange some supplies. This time I promise not to go to the wasteland." Ren Hai looked at the stubborn and unresisting face, and the softness in his heart was touched again, and he smiled.

He will only leave this image to Li Meng. No one can see him in front of outsiders.

"I promised not to lie to me." Li Meng chose to trust Ren Hai again. What would he do if he didn't believe it?

"Okay, sure, then I'm going out. Remember to lock the door." Ren Hai saw Li Meng letting go, so he went out.

The people around were busy, and most of them did not look sideways because Ren Hai walked out of the door. They only had a few greedy eyes to the small wooden house behind Ren Hai. The residents here never did anything without any benefit.

Ren Hai's eyes showed a cruel look, and his eyes quickly swept through several places, and took out the standard short blade from the cloth bag.
Chapter completed!