Seven o'clock in the evening.
The night was dark. Next to the majestic steel fortress, a heavy truck stopped steadily.
Compared with the driver who jumped out of the car, the size of this car can be described by the word stalwart. However, if you put it together with the steel platform and crawlers beside it, the stalwart figure will appear a little small.
From a distance, it looks like a bug crawling on the edge of a shoe.
The driver who got out of the car used a tablet to operate the automatic loading and unloading platform, and unloaded the cubic metal blocks from the truck.
These metal blocks are all pressed from recycled garbage. The specifications are cubes of one meter in length, width and height, and the density ranges from 6 to 7g/cm3.
There are doors, a hood, and all kinds of metal parts, all pressed together so firmly that it's hard to tell what they looked like before.
It has to be said that the residents of those shelters are really capable. Not only are they strong in physical fitness, but they are also very enthusiastic about their work. They almost scrape down everything that can be recycled.
The only downside is that things that cannot be recycled seem to be stuffed in by them...
These metal blocks will later be sent to a specialized processing workshop, run from one module to another, go through a series of automated production processes, and finally become what they need.
Waste that cannot be used will be automatically removed from the production line during the production process.
The engineer wearing a thick protective suit and hard hat unfolded the flexible screen of the tablet computer and walked towards Howard who was standing next to the temporary warehouse.
"Today's collection is a total of 112 tons of scrap steel. I will send them to the production line later, and the replacement of the track can begin tomorrow."
Howard: "How much steel do we need in total? I mean, that kind of garbage."
Engineer: "At least 3,000 tons... Maybe 5,000 tons."
Howard frowned.
"Why is the error so big?"
The engineer said helplessly.
"No way, the steel quality of those civilian vehicles is too poor. It is estimated that in order to save cost and weight, it is filled with a large amount of carbon-based copolymers that cannot be recycled. In addition to the oxidized parts, basically a ton of scrap steel can be recycled. 400kg is optimistic."
"In addition, I have to say that what we need is not only steel, but also rare metals... I don't expect to be able to get titanium or uranium in this ghost place, but tungsten is the bottom line. Otherwise, we can push 500 kilometers west at most, and the gotta break down once."
Tracks and hubs are the hardest hit areas for wear and tear. Not to mention mechanical structures such as bearings and transmission wheels, even if they are not as serious as track wear, regular replacement is also necessary.
In fact, it is reasonable to say that the recycling value of abandoned vehicles in the unsoaked underground garage is relatively high, and the recycling rate can reach almost 40% or even 50%.
If it is those waste cars exposed in the wilderness or unmanned roads, the recovery rate may be 30% which is not enough.
After all, rainwater is weakly acidic under natural conditions. No matter how weak the acidity of carbonic acid is, two centuries of "Pickling" and no matter how advanced the material technology is, it will still suffer losses.
And pickling is more deadly than oxidation. Oxidation is just rust, and the frame may collapse, but the metal elements are still there and will not run away. If it is pickling, the ionized cations will be brought into the soil by rainwater, and they will really not be found.
Howard frowned even tighter, carefully summing up what the engineer had said to him.
Break down again at 500 kilometers... According to the route they planned on the map, they may not be able to get out of the River Valley Province within 500 kilometers.
If it breaks down in the wilderness, it is really the end of the calf.
"I understand the situation, and I will ask the Marine Division to send a search team to focus on searching for rare metal materials in this area."
The engineer shook his head.
"It is difficult to expect to find it in this area. I suggest to search around the Fifth Ring Road of Spring City. It is the most basic common sense that the more intensive the civilization activities are, the higher the macroscopic utilization rate of rare metals is. Especially those magnetic levitation vehicles, no matter whether it is the magnetic generation device on the car, or the high-rise buildings along the way and the magnetic levitation roadbed buried under the road, all contain what we need...These cannot be found in the suburbs without a three-dimensional road network."
"Also, the search for controllable fusion fuel rods has to be started quickly. The fuel rod we are currently using only has 8% fusion fuel left. Even if our tracks don't break down, I'm afraid we have to find a place Stop and fix this."
Howard: "How long will the remaining energy last?"
Engineer: "Long enough for us, but you know, we can't stay here forever."
If it's just that production consumption, the 8% energy is enough for them to use until next year.
But like his engineer said, they couldn't stay here forever.
The most energy-consuming part of this land fortress is not the production workshops on it, but its four engines.
Pushing tens of thousands of tons of forts on the land is advancing steadily. If it is converted into a diesel engine, it is estimated that a few tons of oil will be lost for one kilometer, which is equivalent to 1 or 2 armored divisions marching on cross-country terrain.
Howard: "The contact point of shelter No. 404 has just been established, and their people are helping us find a guide. We should be able to leave within two days at the earliest. There should be no major problems."
The engineer sighed.
"I hope, in fact, compared to the collection work, recycling nuclear fuel rods is not so urgent, as long as they can be found before departure. Speaking of this, I have to praise those blue coats. It's beyond my expectations. What kind of benefits did you promise them? I think their enthusiasm for work is like taking drugs."
When he spoke the second half of the sentence, the engineer looked at his boss curiously with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Howard also had a complicated expression on his face, as if he didn't know how to answer this question. To be honest, when he saw the results of resource collection today, he was also surprised.
According to their past experience, it is not bad to hire those local survivors to help pick up garbage. It is not bad to collect 300 kilograms of garbage every day. After all, it takes time to cut, transport, and compact, and those indigenous people are relatively stupid to do the work. There are also various dawdlings, watching people's blood pressure soar.
However, these blue coats only took one afternoon, and the per capita collection amount reached more than 500 kilograms! Achieved 200% of their expectations!
If this is given to them for a whole day, wouldn't the per capita waste picking capacity be able to reach more than one ton?
The enthusiasm for this work is simply unmatched!
Although it had nothing to do with him, Howard still couldn't help but wonder how much their managers paid them to make them so motivated.
"Where are they?"
"Already back, cooking in camp now."
Howard nodded. It's good to be back safely.
At this time, a staff member of the logistics department suddenly came from the side.
"Section Chief, I have your call."
"Transfer the communication to me."
He took out the earphones the size of a toothpick box from his pocket and hung them next to his ears. Howard stretched out his index finger and tapped on the white earphones.
The dark green light beam projected forward, and soon a three-dimensional holographic image was woven in front of him, showing the opponent's facial features and bust.
"Your holographic communication system is good, how much is it?"
Seeing Lucius around curiously, Howard coughed lightly.
"...We haven't considered selling this for now."
"All right."
Lucius in the holographic image nodded, as if to express his understanding, and Howard hoped that he really understood.
With a smile on his face, Howard continued.
"Is there a problem?"
Lucius didn't answer this question directly, but looked at him with a smile and said in a relaxed tone.
"Nothing special, just want to ask, what do you think of the work efficiency of our labor here?"
"Very...very good." Howard originally wanted to say very good, but suddenly realized that he was in front of an old fox who was good at disguising, so he immediately changed his words temporarily.
Unfortunately, the other party seemed to have caught the change of expression on his face, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a faint smile.
Howard suddenly regretted it.
Or he shouldn't have gotten this holographic communication device over.
The original intention of this thing is to make communication easier. But now it seems that there is only one person who is convenient.
"It's a pleasure to receive such a high evaluation from you!"
"Well, it's not as high as you think, but it's not bad. I have to admit that your workers are very dedicated, which is very valuable."
"Then let's talk about costs!"
Hearing this sentence, Howard's expression changed instantly. Although it is far from turning his face, it is still somewhat unsightly.
"My friend, hasn't the salary matter been negotiated? A temporary price increase is not a sign of keeping promises."
"Please don't be nervous, my friend," Lucius smiled calmly, motioned him to relax and continued, "What I want to talk about is not about salary, but about...well, value-added services."
"Value-added service?" Howard was stunned for a moment, and his tense expression subconsciously relaxed a little.
It was the first time he had heard such a strange word.
Lucius smiled and continued: "Yes, when you want to improve the efficiency of workers, you have to put money in their pockets, bribe them to work harder, instead of paying them dead wages...or change to put it more euphemistically, you have to give them a commission so that they can feel the joy of growing up during the production process. Do you want to know how I do it?"
Howard wanted to say that he didn't want to know, but he always felt that no matter what he said, this guy would find an excuse to continue the topic, so he stopped talking altogether.
Sure enough, the Manager in the blue coat in front of him did not "Disappoint" him. The guy didn't even give him time to answer the conversation, and continued talking to himself without a second of pause.
"In addition to the stipulated hourly wages, I will give them a sum of money for every kilogram of scrap steel they collect, so they will work hard. The numbers you see from the production list now are not because of how courageous and powerful they are and what you call dedication, but because of the money I threw."
Howard didn't want to hear any more.
Going around actually means the same thing. He said with a straight face.
"How much do you want?"
Lucius smiled and said.
"Not much, considering our close relationship, how about 5CR per ton? For you, it's just a few barrels of instant noodles."
Although he would not use the money to buy instant noodles.
After hearing Lucius's request, Howard did not express his opinion immediately, but silently calculated an account in his heart.
If the daily production capacity is 200 tons, it means that they have to spend an additional 1,000 CR in their budget.
How to say?
This number just happened to be stuck in a very ambiguous range.
If you don't pay the money, then the other party probably won't use "Extra" money to subsidize their workers and stimulate them to increase production. At that time, even if those blue coats don't practice foreign work, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to work as hard as they do today.
Is it spending an extra budget of nearly 1,000 CR per day to purchase so-called value-added services?
Or maintain the current fixed expenses and let the production capacity drop to "Normal" levels?
Lucius did not urge him, but patiently waited for the head of the logistics department to think.
His brows were loose and furrowed, as if he had made a judgment in his heart, Howard said with a straight face, staring at his holographic image.
"What about today's value-added services? Do I have to pay you extra?"
Hearing these words, a happy smile appeared on Lucius's face.
Having done sales, he knows this all too well.
When a customer keeps inquiring or criticizing, it means that he is hesitating in his heart, maybe he will buy it, maybe he won't, the probability is 50 to 50.
And when the customer puts aside the transaction itself, but asks about those insignificant gifts, the transaction is basically stable.
The next thing is to make the customer feel like they are taking advantage.
"That's not necessary. Today's 6 hours is the trial period of value-added services, and there is no charge."
Howard chuckled.
"You taught me a lesson... Are you interested in working in the company? I can write you a letter of introduction and recommend you to enter the management team. Seriously, it's a shame that you stay in this damn place."
Lucius said modestly: "I dare not, I just want my residents to live in this miserable world, so I live more carefully."
I felt a little better.
Howard sighed softly, looked at the sky, and slowly nodded his raised head.
"Make a deal."
...
It is not unacceptable to spend an extra budget of about 1000CR per day.
After all, in any case, the cost of labor here is much cheaper than the cost of machinery, and the efficiency of the latter in a complex environment may not be higher than the former.
1000CR is 500 kilograms of grain, or a ton of monosaccharides or polysaccharides that can be synthesized by "Consuming a little air".
If what they need is a gunpowder rifle, it would be even better, and the cost of processing it with the leftovers of the processed parts may be cheaper than the crops that take time to cultivate.
At this time, several soldiers, drivers, and engineers from the Marine Warfare Division were returning from the direction of the shelter resident camp, talking and laughing, with their shoulders hooked and their backs draped over their backs.
“That mashed croissant is simply delicious!”
"How did they come up with it? They can cook food with steam! And it's so delicious!"
"According to the data, it seems that people ate like this 300 years ago."
"300 years ago?! That's really long ago."
"Yes, it's longer than the era of prosperity... But I doubt that if only steaming can really kill the microorganisms in the food?"
"Look at your ignorance, the temperature of steam is much higher than that of boiling water!"
"The truth is this... Well, the only problem that can be picked out is that it consumes more fuel. Boil the water first, and then use steam to heat the food. These little days in the blue coat are quite enjoyable."
"Strange knowledge has increased again."
Today's work is over, if there is no emergency, the rest of the time belongs to them.
The most pleasant enjoyment in life is to get off work on time after a busy day, take a comfortable hot bath, then go to the cafeteria to pick up a cup of synthetic milk or hot cocoa, and go to the activity room to play two rounds of billiards or poker with colleagues , by the way, a few words.
By the way, I have to share the joy of tasting delicious food with everyone!
You can buy a bowl of delicious mashed potatoes for the price of a bucket of instant noodles, which is really affordable!
And tonight there is stewed fish soup with pine nuts! It seems to be called this name.
I don't know what kind of grass those blue coats put in the soup, which actually made those stinky mutated catfish smell less smelly, and it felt like it was full of collagen after one bite.
The food they usually eat is relatively light, with less salt and less oil. Although the nutrition is completely sufficient, the taste is always less interesting.
The "Canteens" of those blue coats are good everywhere, the only fly in the ointment is that they need to bring their own bowls and chopsticks, and there are no disposable bowls. But this is nothing to them.
Several people first discussed with the engineer brother who was engaged in production in the logistics department, and soon persuaded the guy with a bowl of mashed potatoes to let him operate the processing workshop with a tablet, and drove them a few thin paper-like steel Bowl, and a spoon for soup.
These steel bowls are not pure steel, but polymer composite steel. The material is mainly scraps left over from cutting steel, plus some cheap synthetic resins, and the cost is very cheap. They are all used as disposable bowls and chopsticks, and they are thrown away after use, saving even the effort of washing dishes.
"...We are busy outside, but those lucky dogs are sitting in the office blowing hot air, it's so annoying!"
"That's right, if you don't show off with them, I'm sorry for the northwest wind we drank today!"
"I agree, I must show off!"
"Hahaha, these bastards are so hungry!"
A group of young men reached a consensus and stood on the elevator talking and laughing. This feeling was like finding an oasis in the desert.
Howard, who was standing not far away to count the materials, and the engineer holding the tablet looked confused, as if they understood what they were talking about, but they didn't seem to understand as well.
"...?"
"?"
Seven o'clock in the evening.
The night was dark. Next to the majestic steel fortress, a heavy truck stopped steadily.
Compared with the driver who jumped out of the car, the size of this car can be described by the word stalwart. However, if you put it together with the steel platform and crawlers beside it, the stalwart figure will appear a little small.
From a distance, it looks like a bug crawling on the edge of a shoe.
The driver who got out of the car used a tablet to operate the automatic loading and unloading platform, and unloaded the cubic metal blocks from the truck.
These metal blocks are all pressed from recycled garbage. The specifications are cubes of one meter in length, width and height, and the density ranges from 6 to 7g/cm3.
There are doors, a hood, and all kinds of metal parts, all pressed together so firmly that it's hard to tell what they looked like before.
It has to be said that the residents of those shelters are really capable. Not only are they strong in physical fitness, but they are also very enthusiastic about their work. They almost scrape down everything that can be recycled.
The only downside is that things that cannot be recycled seem to be stuffed in by them...
These metal blocks will later be sent to a specialized processing workshop, run from one module to another, go through a series of automated production processes, and finally become what they need.
Waste that cannot be used will be automatically removed from the production line during the production process.
The engineer wearing a thick protective suit and hard hat unfolded the flexible screen of the tablet computer and walked towards Howard who was standing next to the temporary warehouse.
"Today's collection is a total of 112 tons of scrap steel. I will send them to the production line later, and the replacement of the track can begin tomorrow."
Howard: "How much steel do we need in total? I mean, that kind of garbage."
Engineer: "At least 3,000 tons... Maybe 5,000 tons."
Howard frowned.
"Why is the error so big?"
The engineer said helplessly.
"No way, the steel quality of those civilian vehicles is too poor. It is estimated that in order to save cost and weight, it is filled with a large amount of carbon-based copolymers that cannot be recycled. In addition to the oxidized parts, basically a ton of scrap steel can be recycled. 400kg is optimistic."
"In addition, I have to say that what we need is not only steel, but also rare metals... I don't expect to be able to get titanium or uranium in this ghost place, but tungsten is the bottom line. Otherwise, we can push 500 kilometers west at most, and the gotta break down once."
Tracks and hubs are the hardest hit areas for wear and tear. Not to mention mechanical structures such as bearings and transmission wheels, even if they are not as serious as track wear, regular replacement is also necessary.
In fact, it is reasonable to say that the recycling value of abandoned vehicles in the unsoaked underground garage is relatively high, and the recycling rate can reach almost 40% or even 50%.
If it is those waste cars exposed in the wilderness or unmanned roads, the recovery rate may be 30% which is not enough.
After all, rainwater is weakly acidic under natural conditions. No matter how weak the acidity of carbonic acid is, two centuries of "Pickling" and no matter how advanced the material technology is, it will still suffer losses.
And pickling is more deadly than oxidation. Oxidation is just rust, and the frame may collapse, but the metal elements are still there and will not run away. If it is pickling, the ionized cations will be brought into the soil by rainwater, and they will really not be found.
Howard frowned even tighter, carefully summing up what the engineer had said to him.
Break down again at 500 kilometers... According to the route they planned on the map, they may not be able to get out of the River Valley Province within 500 kilometers.
If it breaks down in the wilderness, it is really the end of the calf.
"I understand the situation, and I will ask the Marine Division to send a search team to focus on searching for rare metal materials in this area."
The engineer shook his head.
"It is difficult to expect to find it in this area. I suggest to search around the Fifth Ring Road of Spring City. It is the most basic common sense that the more intensive the civilization activities are, the higher the macroscopic utilization rate of rare metals is. Especially those magnetic levitation vehicles, no matter whether it is the magnetic generation device on the car, or the high-rise buildings along the way and the magnetic levitation roadbed buried under the road, all contain what we need...These cannot be found in the suburbs without a three-dimensional road network."
"Also, the search for controllable fusion fuel rods has to be started quickly. The fuel rod we are currently using only has 8% fusion fuel left. Even if our tracks don't break down, I'm afraid we have to find a place Stop and fix this."
Howard: "How long will the remaining energy last?"
Engineer: "Long enough for us, but you know, we can't stay here forever."
If it's just that production consumption, the 8% energy is enough for them to use until next year.
But like his engineer said, they couldn't stay here forever.
The most energy-consuming part of this land fortress is not the production workshops on it, but its four engines.
Pushing tens of thousands of tons of forts on the land is advancing steadily. If it is converted into a diesel engine, it is estimated that a few tons of oil will be lost for one kilometer, which is equivalent to 1 or 2 armored divisions marching on cross-country terrain.
Howard: "The contact point of shelter No. 404 has just been established, and their people are helping us find a guide. We should be able to leave within two days at the earliest. There should be no major problems."
The engineer sighed.
"I hope, in fact, compared to the collection work, recycling nuclear fuel rods is not so urgent, as long as they can be found before departure. Speaking of this, I have to praise those blue coats. It's beyond my expectations. What kind of benefits did you promise them? I think their enthusiasm for work is like taking drugs."
When he spoke the second half of the sentence, the engineer looked at his boss curiously with an expression of disbelief on his face.
Howard also had a complicated expression on his face, as if he didn't know how to answer this question. To be honest, when he saw the results of resource collection today, he was also surprised.
According to their past experience, it is not bad to hire those local survivors to help pick up garbage. It is not bad to collect 300 kilograms of garbage every day. After all, it takes time to cut, transport, and compact, and those indigenous people are relatively stupid to do the work. There are also various dawdlings, watching people's blood pressure soar.
However, these blue coats only took one afternoon, and the per capita collection amount reached more than 500 kilograms! Achieved 200% of their expectations!
If this is given to them for a whole day, wouldn't the per capita waste picking capacity be able to reach more than one ton?
The enthusiasm for this work is simply unmatched!
Although it had nothing to do with him, Howard still couldn't help but wonder how much their managers paid them to make them so motivated.
"Where are they?"
"Already back, cooking in camp now."
Howard nodded. It's good to be back safely.
At this time, a staff member of the logistics department suddenly came from the side.
"Section Chief, I have your call."
"Transfer the communication to me."
He took out the earphones the size of a toothpick box from his pocket and hung them next to his ears. Howard stretched out his index finger and tapped on the white earphones.
The dark green light beam projected forward, and soon a three-dimensional holographic image was woven in front of him, showing the opponent's facial features and bust.
"Your holographic communication system is good, how much is it?"
Seeing Lucius around curiously, Howard coughed lightly.
"...We haven't considered selling this for now."
"All right."
Lucius in the holographic image nodded, as if to express his understanding, and Howard hoped that he really understood.
With a smile on his face, Howard continued.
"Is there a problem?"
Lucius didn't answer this question directly, but looked at him with a smile and said in a relaxed tone.
"Nothing special, just want to ask, what do you think of the work efficiency of our labor here?"
"Very...very good." Howard originally wanted to say very good, but suddenly realized that he was in front of an old fox who was good at disguising, so he immediately changed his words temporarily.
Unfortunately, the other party seemed to have caught the change of expression on his face, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a faint smile.
Howard suddenly regretted it.
Or he shouldn't have gotten this holographic communication device over.
The original intention of this thing is to make communication easier. But now it seems that there is only one person who is convenient.
"It's a pleasure to receive such a high evaluation from you!"
"Well, it's not as high as you think, but it's not bad. I have to admit that your workers are very dedicated, which is very valuable."
"Then let's talk about costs!"
Hearing this sentence, Howard's expression changed instantly. Although it is far from turning his face, it is still somewhat unsightly.
"My friend, hasn't the salary matter been negotiated? A temporary price increase is not a sign of keeping promises."
"Please don't be nervous, my friend," Lucius smiled calmly, motioned him to relax and continued, "What I want to talk about is not about salary, but about...well, value-added services."
"Value-added service?" Howard was stunned for a moment, and his tense expression subconsciously relaxed a little.
It was the first time he had heard such a strange word.
Lucius smiled and continued: "Yes, when you want to improve the efficiency of workers, you have to put money in their pockets, bribe them to work harder, instead of paying them dead wages...or change to put it more euphemistically, you have to give them a commission so that they can feel the joy of growing up during the production process. Do you want to know how I do it?"
Howard wanted to say that he didn't want to know, but he always felt that no matter what he said, this guy would find an excuse to continue the topic, so he stopped talking altogether.
Sure enough, the Manager in the blue coat in front of him did not "Disappoint" him. The guy didn't even give him time to answer the conversation, and continued talking to himself without a second of pause.
"In addition to the stipulated hourly wages, I will give them a sum of money for every kilogram of scrap steel they collect, so they will work hard. The numbers you see from the production list now are not because of how courageous and powerful they are and what you call dedication, but because of the money I threw."
Howard didn't want to hear any more.
Going around actually means the same thing. He said with a straight face.
"How much do you want?"
Lucius smiled and said.
"Not much, considering our close relationship, how about 5CR per ton? For you, it's just a few barrels of instant noodles."
Although he would not use the money to buy instant noodles.
After hearing Lucius's request, Howard did not express his opinion immediately, but silently calculated an account in his heart.
If the daily production capacity is 200 tons, it means that they have to spend an additional 1,000 CR in their budget.
How to say?
This number just happened to be stuck in a very ambiguous range.
If you don't pay the money, then the other party probably won't use "Extra" money to subsidize their workers and stimulate them to increase production. At that time, even if those blue coats don't practice foreign work, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to work as hard as they do today.
Is it spending an extra budget of nearly 1,000 CR per day to purchase so-called value-added services?
Or maintain the current fixed expenses and let the production capacity drop to "Normal" levels?
Lucius did not urge him, but patiently waited for the head of the logistics department to think.
His brows were loose and furrowed, as if he had made a judgment in his heart, Howard said with a straight face, staring at his holographic image.
"What about today's value-added services? Do I have to pay you extra?"
Hearing these words, a happy smile appeared on Lucius's face.
Having done sales, he knows this all too well.
When a customer keeps inquiring or criticizing, it means that he is hesitating in his heart, maybe he will buy it, maybe he won't, the probability is 50 to 50.
And when the customer puts aside the transaction itself, but asks about those insignificant gifts, the transaction is basically stable.
The next thing is to make the customer feel like they are taking advantage.
"That's not necessary. Today's 6 hours is the trial period of value-added services, and there is no charge."
Howard chuckled.
"You taught me a lesson... Are you interested in working in the company? I can write you a letter of introduction and recommend you to enter the management team. Seriously, it's a shame that you stay in this damn place."
Lucius said modestly: "I dare not, I just want my residents to live in this miserable world, so I live more carefully."
I felt a little better.
Howard sighed softly, looked at the sky, and slowly nodded his raised head.
"Make a deal."
...
It is not unacceptable to spend an extra budget of about 1000CR per day.
After all, in any case, the cost of labor here is much cheaper than the cost of machinery, and the efficiency of the latter in a complex environment may not be higher than the former.
1000CR is 500 kilograms of grain, or a ton of monosaccharides or polysaccharides that can be synthesized by "Consuming a little air".
If what they need is a gunpowder rifle, it would be even better, and the cost of processing it with the leftovers of the processed parts may be cheaper than the crops that take time to cultivate.
At this time, several soldiers, drivers, and engineers from the Marine Warfare Division were returning from the direction of the shelter resident camp, talking and laughing, with their shoulders hooked and their backs draped over their backs.
“That mashed croissant is simply delicious!”
"How did they come up with it? They can cook food with steam! And it's so delicious!"
"According to the data, it seems that people ate like this 300 years ago."
"300 years ago?! That's really long ago."
"Yes, it's longer than the era of prosperity... But I doubt that if only steaming can really kill the microorganisms in the food?"
"Look at your ignorance, the temperature of steam is much higher than that of boiling water!"
"The truth is this... Well, the only problem that can be picked out is that it consumes more fuel. Boil the water first, and then use steam to heat the food. These little days in the blue coat are quite enjoyable."
"Strange knowledge has increased again."
Today's work is over, if there is no emergency, the rest of the time belongs to them.
The most pleasant enjoyment in life is to get off work on time after a busy day, take a comfortable hot bath, then go to the cafeteria to pick up a cup of synthetic milk or hot cocoa, and go to the activity room to play two rounds of billiards or poker with colleagues , by the way, a few words.
By the way, I have to share the joy of tasting delicious food with everyone!
You can buy a bowl of delicious mashed potatoes for the price of a bucket of instant noodles, which is really affordable!
And tonight there is stewed fish soup with pine nuts! It seems to be called this name.
I don't know what kind of grass those blue coats put in the soup, which actually made those stinky mutated catfish smell less smelly, and it felt like it was full of collagen after one bite.
The food they usually eat is relatively light, with less salt and less oil. Although the nutrition is completely sufficient, the taste is always less interesting.
The "Canteens" of those blue coats are good everywhere, the only fly in the ointment is that they need to bring their own bowls and chopsticks, and there are no disposable bowls. But this is nothing to them.
Several people first discussed with the engineer brother who was engaged in production in the logistics department, and soon persuaded the guy with a bowl of mashed potatoes to let him operate the processing workshop with a tablet, and drove them a few thin paper-like steel Bowl, and a spoon for soup.
These steel bowls are not pure steel, but polymer composite steel. The material is mainly scraps left over from cutting steel, plus some cheap synthetic resins, and the cost is very cheap. They are all used as disposable bowls and chopsticks, and they are thrown away after use, saving even the effort of washing dishes.
"...We are busy outside, but those lucky dogs are sitting in the office blowing hot air, it's so annoying!"
"That's right, if you don't show off with them, I'm sorry for the northwest wind we drank today!"
"I agree, I must show off!"
"Hahaha, these bastards are so hungry!"
A group of young men reached a consensus and stood on the elevator talking and laughing. This feeling was like finding an oasis in the desert.
Howard, who was standing not far away to count the materials, and the engineer holding the tablet looked confused, as if they understood what they were talking about, but they didn't seem to understand as well.
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