Chapter 313 Pockets Are Full of Confidence

"720,000 catties of rice, 550,000 catties of flour, 50,000 catties of soybeans, 20,000 catties of cornmeal, 30,000 catties of millet, more than 1,500 barrels of edible oil, and a number of other types of consumables, which are still being counted, and the exact number is still to be counted. Just wait to get 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 to it secretly, the amount was similar to his previous judgment, and the overall income this time was about 1.5 million catties.

Although it has not reached my ideal amount, it is still quite a lot. As long as there is no major outbreak of the population, these grains are enough to support the small half year.

In fact, it doesn't take half a year at all. Once the spiritual plants planted at the base are mature, they will be connected. With the characteristics of mutated rice, which is once a month, as long as the amount of land reclamation is reached, it is enough to ensure the food supply of the base.

Only then will the base be considered to be in a truly normal operating state, with defensive power and food, and then it will be time to vigorously recruit personnel.

Now, relying on the harvest from the outside cannot last long after all.

At the beginning, the major grain and oil markets or supermarkets in the city can guarantee the cost, but once these are used up, there is no replenishment, so what will you eat at that time.

Therefore, external collection can only be used as a transition, and what we really need to rely on is our own cultivation and cultivation.

"Okay! Great, now I can rest assured?"

Di Ping was also very happy that he finally solved a major matter, and he could finally leave as soon as possible to pick up his parents.

As soon as the tight thread was loosened, he suddenly felt the sky turn dizzy, and there was a burst of pain all over his body.

This is because his physical injury is not completely healed. He was too tired from today's battle. He was bitten by countless mutant mice. Although it was not fatal, he lost too much blood.

In fact, he couldn't stand it for a long time. If it wasn't for his strong willpower, he would have wanted to lie down long ago. This would relax his heart and his body would feel extremely tired like a tide.

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

When Han Zhongguo saw Di Ping's ashen face and his body was shaky, he hurriedly stepped forward to support him and asked worriedly.

"I'm fine! I'm just too tired! Go and do other things first!"

Di Ping shook his dizzy head and said weakly.

"No! City Lord, you're not in much of a state. I think it's better to ask Director Ning Nan to take a look?"

Han Zhongguo shook his head resolutely, and supported Di Ping Xiang to find Ning Nan.

"I'm really fine, just go back and have a rest! Just arrange for two people to see me off, you can do other things, there are a lot of things in the base now, you should take more!"

Di Ping shook his head lightly to stop Han Zhongguo. Although his face was very bad and his words were weak, his tone was firm.

"Then... that's fine!"

Han Zhongguo was a little helpless, but he knew Di Ping's temper. Although he looked young and had a gentle temper, no one could stop him when he became tough, so he sighed and agreed.

Watching Di Ping walk towards the castle with the support of the two combat team members, Han Zhongguo's eyes flashed with worry and a trace of emotion.

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

This is something that has become increasingly difficult to find in contemporary society, and today he sees it all in one person.

Although he had not experienced the previous battle in the market, he could feel the ferocity of the battle from the few words that the combat team members chatted with.

Especially the blood stains on Di Ping's body, the degree of damage to his clothes, and the bloody suffocation that filled his body, he knew what kind of battle he had experienced.

But even so, he has only seen exhaustion and pain from him now. How strong willpower it takes to endure until now is something that ordinary people may never imagine.

These things made Han Zhongguo's eyes a little wet. As an official old fritters, there are not many things that can move him, but now he feels sour in his heart, and there is something called moving flowing. .