Chapter 313

"720000 kg of rice, 550000 kg of flour, 50000 kg of soybean, 20000 kg of corn flour, 30000 kg of millet, more than 1500 barrels of edible oil, as well as a number of various kinds of transfer products, which are still in the count, and the specific number will have to wait to come out!"

Han Zhongguo picked up the paper in his hand and began to report to di Ping. His voice was loud and full of excitement and joy.

Di Ping listened quietly. The amount was almost the same as his previous judgment. This time, the total income was about 1.5 million jin.

Although it has not reached its ideal quantity, it is also quite a lot. As long as the population does not break out, the food will be enough to support for half a year.

In fact, it doesn't take half a year at all. Once the spiritual planting of the base is mature, it will be connected. As long as the amount of land reclamation reaches, it will be enough to ensure the food supply of the base.

At that time, the base can be regarded as a real normal operation state, with defense force and food, and then it is the time to vigorously recruit personnel.

After all, relying on the outside harvest can not last long.

At the beginning, the major grain and oil markets or supermarkets in the city could guarantee the consumption, but once these were consumed, there was no supplement. What would they take to eat at that time.

Therefore, the external collection can only be used as a transition, and the real thing to rely on is their own cultivation.

"Good! That's great. Now I'm relieved? "

Di Ping was also very happy. He finally solved a big problem. He could leave as soon as possible to pick up his parents.

As soon as the broken thread was loosened, he suddenly felt dizzy and painful.

This is his body injury, not completely good, today's battle he was too tired, was bitten by countless mutant mice, although not fatal, but the blood loss is too much.

In fact, he has been a bit unable to withstand, but for his strong willpower, he would have wanted to lie down, which would relax his mind, and his body would feel extremely tired like the tide.

"Lord! What's the matter with you? You look so bad? "

Han Zhongguo saw that di Ping was livid and shaky. He quickly stepped forward to hold him and asked with worry.

"I'm fine! Just too tired! You go and do something else first. "

Di Ping shook some dizzy head and said in a soft voice.

"No! City Lord, you are not in a good state. I think we should ask director Ning nan to have a look at it? "

Han Zhongguo shook his head firmly and helped Di Ping to find Ning Nan.

"I'm fine. Just go back and have a rest! Arrange two people to see me off. You are busy with other things. There are so many things in the base now, so you should take more care of them! "

Di Ping gently shook his head to stop Han Zhongguo. Although his face was poor and his voice was weak, his tone was firm.

"Well... That's fine."

Han Zhongguo has some helplessness, but di Ping has a temper. He knows that although he looks young and has a gentle temper, no one can stop him from being tough. He has to sigh and agree.

Watching Di Ping walk to the castle with the help of two soldiers, Han Zhongguo's eyes twinkle with worry and a touch of emotion.

From this young city Lord, he felt something that he had never felt before in officialdom, that is, sincerity, kindness, courage, striving and responsibility.

This is in the contemporary society has gradually difficult to find things, today he saw all in one person.

Although he had not experienced the battle in the market before, he could feel the tragedy of the battle from the words of the soldiers chatting.

In particular, di Ping's bloodstains, the extent of his clothes being damaged, and the bloody evil spirit all over his body, we can know what kind of fighting he has experienced.

But even so, only now can we see the fatigue and pain from him. How strong will power is needed to endure until now, which is something ordinary people may never imagine.

Han Zhongguo's eyes are a little wet. As an old bureaucrat, there are not many things that can make him moved. But now he feels sour and astringent, and there is something moving.

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