Chapter 550 Eating Leather and Boiling Tree Roots Are No Big Deal

"I am." The wrinkled middle-aged woman said nervously.

Jingshu looked up and down at the tall middle-aged woman and found that she was the cleanest among the group. She nodded secretly and said, "I heard from Captain Li that you have been cooking all the meals during this period? I want to hire you as a cook these days. The reward is to provide you with two meals a day."

Auntie Wang smiled on her sallow face: "Hey, I have a daughter. Can I ask her to help me? She is very capable. Cooking for dozens of people also requires a helper."

Auntie Wang's daughter is seventeen or eighteen years old, but she looks very thin, like a dried radish. At this time, she looked at Jingshu nervously.

Jingshu squinted her eyes and thought about the plan, then nodded: "Okay, you can pick a few more women to help you, and all the cooking work will be handed over to you. Before cooking, count the number of people with Wang Dan, and then come to me to get the ingredients. Let's eat early today. After Wang Dan counts the number of people, you can come to me to get the ingredients."

There is a fixed amount for each person to eat, and you must not eat until you are full. There are only so many compressed biscuits. Jingshu wants to leave more than half for the people in the fleet, and a small half mixed with soil to make soil cakes for the villagers.

Auntie Wang was a little surprised. The food for these people is not that complicated. Why would so many people be needed? Isn't it just dissolving the compressed biscuits into water? But she didn't say anything in the end.

As soon as these words came out, the people who were still hesitant no longer hesitated, nor did they kneel on the ground and cry. They immediately got up and went to Wang Dan to count and sign up. No matter what they do, there is really food to eat. If you go late, there will be no food. Didn't you hear that the food is fixed and there is a limit on the number of people?

Anyway, no matter what you eat, it's better than eating dirt every day, right?

Wang Dan counted the number of people, and now asked Jingshu awkwardly: "Then what should we let them do? What can they do? I don't feel comfortable leaving them to take care of the seeds. If they steal the seeds, I won't have a place to cry."

Jingshu's mouth curled up slightly: "Tear down all the combustible materials in the houses in the mountain valley and collect them in our hands for heating, cooking and boiling water in the next few days. Dig out large mud pits around, extract the finest mud at the bottom, filter it and give it to Aunt Wang, and let her start making mud cakes, and try to store enough dry food for consumption on the road before the rescue comes.

You customize the workload for them, select the two best people to be the team leaders, and they will be responsible for supervising them. If there are any sly people, they will have no food to eat."

Jingshu is planning to let these people do it themselves and store food by themselves. People outside work every day and eat so much. These people do nothing here, what else do they want to eat?

In the end times, if you want to survive, you have to do it yourself. It is impossible to expect the government to help everyone, and don't expect her as an outsider.

The fleet personnel and the people of Gashangou Village, who were originally scattered like a pile of sand, suddenly had a backbone, suddenly had something to do, and suddenly seemed to have expectations and motivation for the future.

Wang Dan quickly divided the work. Some people took the iron shovels at home to dig mud pits, some people filtered the bottom soil according to Jingshu's instructions, and some people began to dismantle all the houses in Gashangou, and concentrated all the beams, wooden blocks and beds that could be burned on the fleet side.

The village chief and some people watched the excitement on the side and mocked: "You are stupid, just do the work you are asked to do, and it is hard to say whether you will be fed or not."

There is a big pit around the big ship's trough, and some muddy water is stored in the pit. This is the water for all the trapped people. There is a temporary double-pit stove next to it.

Auntie Wang brought her daughter and two women from the village to the stove. They all looked at Jingshu with fear and told her how they cooked during this period. After counting the number of people, Wang Dan added: "Our fleet was sent here together with Gashangou by the plate movement. We had eaten all the food. It was Auntie Wang who found leather and tree roots from each family, cut them into pieces and cooked them, and then dug the soil from the ground. Later, she mixed them with bad seeds and ground them into powder, and mixed them into millet, so that everyone could eat half full." "It's smart. At least you survived. Being alive is better than anything else." Jingshu nodded. Leather belts are made of animal skins, and there is some protein in them. They can be eaten, but they are hard to chew and digest. Li Dayou is stupid. If he ate like this, he wouldn't have a big belly. Aunt Wang said modestly: "There was a famine in my father's area, and we survived like this. At least we had grass roots and tree bark at that time, which can be eaten after being boiled."

Wang Dan said: "There are 35 people working today. The filtered soil will be delivered soon, and the fuel has also been delivered. When will we start making soil cakes?"

Jing Shu took out ten compressed biscuits and three eggs from her backpack and handed them over, "Let's have a good meal first. Boil the compressed biscuits in water and beat three egg flowers into it. After the meal, Aunt Wang Let's start making earth cakes with people. Mix the compressed biscuits that have been boiled into a paste with soil, knead them into cakes, and dry them over fire to make dry food. Such cakes are crispy and tasty, which is better than eating leather after all. " "Ah!" Aunt Wang agreed. She was already very satisfied to eat earth cakes mixed with compressed biscuits. The girl was right. It was good to survive. She looked at her daughter again. So many children in the mountain valley had died. She wanted her daughter to survive. She could eat anything. As long as she was alive, there was hope and she could always see the sun.

After arranging things here, Jingshu and Wang Dan boarded the big ship. According to Wang Dan, the water in the canal where they were at that time was suddenly drained. The big ship was not only trapped on dry land, but also sent all the way here by the moving plates, and finally crashed into a row of houses in the Gashan Valley.

This big ship has a large space, but all the enclosed places are filled with seeds. The rest are only a bathroom and an operating room, two accommodation rooms and a simple kitchen.

Jingshu asked Wang Dan to scoop a few buckets of water and bring them to the kitchen on the boat. She took out a small filter and started filtering the water.

Wang Dan was amazed. He didn't expect Jingshu to carry water filtering equipment with her when she went out. Is she still so particular in the end of the world? But thinking about Jingshu's identity, he was relieved again. Such a big boss must be more particular.

He followed Jingshu excitedly and said, "Shall we eat compressed biscuit porridge? Shall we put frangipani in it?"

"I can't eat that." Jingshu said. Before Wang Dan could think about what he couldn't eat with compressed biscuits soaked in water, Jingshu clapped her hands and said, "Let's go. Let it filter first, and then start cooking."

"Where to go?"

"To find your captain."

Five minutes later.

Li Dayou looked at the bowl of live worms in Jingshu's bowl with a strange expression. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Do you really want to eat it? Can eating it cure indigestion?"