I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse

Chapter 792: Buying Weapons, Preparing a Medical Team, and Detailed Travel Plans

Jing Shu thought for a moment and said that after Grandma Jing arrived, they would use factory funds to buy a batch of Overlord Chickens specifically to lay eggs to nourish them properly. Before Grandma Jing arrived... well, it was up to the fat chickens to lay a few extra eggs every day.

As for synthetic meat, if they exchanged resources with the Insect Cake Factory, the price was very low; eating their fill every day wouldn’t be a problem.

Soy milk was nutritious, cheap, and best suited for big eaters. A pound of soybeans could produce more than ten pounds of soy milk; even a buffalo couldn’t drink tens of pounds of soy milk a day, right?

With such a nutritional plan, it was top-notch for the apocalypse.

Zhao Yu was jotting things down quickly when he paused and then cautiously asked, "Is it a meat pie as big as a pot?"

There was no way around it. Accustomed to shouldering the blame, Zhao Yu had also learned to be smart and needed to confirm the specifications in advance.

Jing Shu said irritably, "If you aren’t afraid of bursting from eating too much, make it as big as you want!"

"YES!" Zhao Yu exclaimed excitedly, clenching his fist. "With this standard, let’s see how that Devil Bald trains these guys to death!"

SCRIBBLE, SCRIBBLE, SCRIBBLE.

"I’m going to tell them this good news!" After finishing, Zhao Yu slammed his notebook shut and was about to leave.

"Come back!"

Zhao Yu turned around briskly, instantly pulling out his little notebook and pen, then blinked at Jing Shu. His expression clearly said: If you have any more orders, say them quickly, I’m already impatient!

Jing Shu, resting her chin on her hand, continued, "Fill out a form for the person in charge to approve. Then, have the procurement department customize two sets of desert multicolor combat uniforms per person, and also rent one set of combat weapons per person. The type will depend on what each person specializes in. Arrange for, let’s say, ten times the usual amount of ammunition. These need to be ordered from the military; charge it to my personal account. I still have tens of millions of Virtual Coins worth of contribution credits at the Township Government."

As for the rest of the supplies needed for the long journey, she could obtain nearly all of them here. It would be a long trip with many people, so the supplies must be plentiful.

Jing Shu had already listed the necessary life-saving equipment, emergency kits, fire extinguishers, water storage tanks, and various detoxifying and heat-clearing medications as immediate to-dos for her space, ready to purchase them one by one.

As for their own provisions and Fuel standards... I need to consider this a bit, whether to use diesel or red earthworms for Fuel, for instance. For provisions, I’ll write up an order when I’m free and go procure them. Anything I have in abundance in my space, I’ll find an excuse to take out and use.

Oh, right, I also need to prepare a medical team. I’ll find reliable personnel through the Medicine Association. For the person in charge... Dr. Zhang, the one who amputated limbs with a chainsaw during mudslides, should do. He’s skilled and experienced. Given our life-and-death financial ties, Dr. Zhang will probably take this private job.

Zhao Yu’s eyes lit up completely. He could wield his beloved weapons again! He said, "Okay, okay! I’ll go right now!"

"Come back!" Jing Shu called out again. This young man is hurrying too much, not as reliable as Liu from the Insect Cake Factory, who always keeps my water warm. When is Liu going to arrive!

This time, before Zhao Yu could pull out his little notebook, Jing Shu reached into her trouser pocket, took out two pieces of spicy, cumin, and sesame air-dried beef jerky, and handed them over. "Have a snack. Do a good job!"

"Thank you, Sister Jing!" Zhao Yu took the jerky and stuffed it into his shirt, apparently not planning to eat it immediately.

Jing Shu shook her head and finally returned to her private territory on the sixth floor of the Red Flag building.

The banquet hall, which had been greasy and stained, was now clean and tidy. Apparently, Hulk had licked it clean. The crystal lamps sparkled dazzlingly, the glass was shiny and reflective, and Hulk lay flat on the floor, serving as a carpet. Dozens of pots containing scallions, garlic sprouts, chives, cilantro, and some fruits like strawberries were placed by the windows, along with fresh vegetables buried in soil to keep them preserved.

At a glance, this living room of several hundred square meters was filled with a homey atmosphere and didn’t feel out of place at all.

Besides the faint scent of Wind Oil Essence in the air, there was also the aroma of stir-fried lamb with scallions and onions, and the SLAP, SLAP, SLAP of noodles being pulled and slapped onto the cutting board.

"Jing Shu, you’re back? Go peel a plate of garlic; we’re about to eat. We’re having hand-pulled noodles today."

Third Aunt cooked each long, thin, chewy strand of hand-pulled noodle in boiling water for two minutes before scooping them out and rinsing them under cold water.

"Alright, got it!"

Eating noodles without garlic is like spouting nonsense. Only a bite of noodle followed by a bite of garlic truly has soul.

After washing her hands, Jing Shu ran to a potted plant filled with soil under the window, dug out a few heads of garlic, and quickly peeled a large plateful. Third Aunt also brought a big pot of noodles to the table.

"Let’s eat. Your Uncle has been busy these days. If there isn’t enough, I’ll pull some more noodles for you later."

"Okay. I haven’t had noodles in a few days, and it feels like something’s missing."

Jing Shu took a bowl, filled it with noodles, then poured a generous amount of the stir-fried lamb with scallions and onions, along with other side dishes and sauce over them. She stirred it well, slurped up a long strand of noodle, and then tossed a clove of garlic into her mouth and chewed.

The marinated lamb slices, flash-fried over high heat, were tender and juicy. Coupled with the chewy, smooth noodles and the spicy kick of raw garlic, the combination was immensely satisfying to her taste buds.

Jing Shu’s cheeks puffed out like a squirrel stuffed with nuts as she continually chewed.

This was Wu City’s famous dish: flash-fried meat tossed with noodles.

It wasn’t top-tier gourmet food, but these noodles held a status similar to other regional staples like Northeast big pot stew, Sichuan cold-tossed rabbit, pan-fried buns, hot dry noodles, or spicy crayfish—dishes whose names immediately evoke their place of origin.

After dinner, Third Aunt hurriedly went to the procurement department to hold an evening meeting to approve the next day’s expenses. Meanwhile, Jing Shu cleaned up the aftermath, then collapsed onto her bed and fell soundly asleep. She paid no heed to the resentful "fat chicken," which had managed for itself by mixing some leftover soup with bran and beans. Chongchong, in turn, had eaten its fill inside the "fat chicken’s" belly.

While Jing Shu slept, Xiao Lu quietly had the unfed Hulks cover for him and snuck out to find food and have some fun. By the time it was light the next day, no one knew he had been out.

It could be said that Jing Shu’s pets were mature, knowing how to feed themselves.

「The next day」

In the South Sea, the temperature was 28°C. A light drizzle fell, and the air was hot and humid, making one feel lazy and sleepy with each breath.

Jing Shu set up a comfortable temporary work area for herself. She laid out a fluffy, pink, small round carpet, with a mini oscillating fan slowly blowing cool air from behind her. She reclined on a beanbag chair, her legs propped up on a low, four-legged table—the kind often jokingly called a "paralysis table." Beside her stood a five-tier snack rack and a small stove for brewing milk tea. She drank butter tea and ate snacks while listing the detailed materials to be purchased and outlining her plans.

Then, she proceeded methodically according to her plan. First, she called Wang Danai from the Medicine Association to get an update before issuing tasks. Otherwise, her role as the president of the Wu City Pharmaceutical Association would seem incompetent.

Of course, considering that every month Jing Shu sold Dinosaur Chicken manure fertilizer—worth tens of thousands of points—and various precious medicinal plant Seeds to the Medicine Association at a low cost, she could go without inquiring for a year, and nobody would dare to voice the slightest complaint.

BEEP... BEEP...

The call connected.