my skynet wife

After the biochemical apocalypse, the streets of Xi'an are dark, but there are also bright places. The acetylene gas in the fire extinguisher bottle, put on the street lamp cover, becomes a lamp that kills the wind. With them, at least for Guo Zhen

In Bei's heart, this is still a "living" city.

Yes, Xi'an is still a "living" city. There are also luxury cars running on the streets, and there are bright lights and dim stalls with oil lamps on both sides of the streets. The crowds of people are like crucian carp crossing the river.

Seeing so many people, Guo Zhenbei, who had been outside the city and only saw a few survivors, was still a little excited. Yes, hundreds of people are crowded inside the Xi'an city wall. In that small space, it will indeed be quite crowded.

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At Guo Zhenbei's request, the convoy approached the bicycle lane with stalls and moved forward slowly. The noisy crowd was filled with the shouts of sellers.

"Hey, compressed biscuits, real military compressed dry food..."

"Green vegetables, juicy green vegetables, come here if you know what to buy!"

Bright gas lamps form bright spots on both sides of the road. Green vegetables are often grown by people who occupy the roofs of buildings. Obviously, this kind of fresh food is often more popular. And these shops with gas lamps are lit.

, occupying those facade houses on the street.

From time to time, luxury cars would arrive in front of their door. Someone in the car would bring down several boxes of instant noodles or several boxes of cans, and then someone would be seen taking away fresh vegetables and fresh grains from the store.

"Didn't you say that Xi'an City is short of food? How could it be...?"

Faced with Guo Zhenbei's doubts, Zhai Yifei, who was following him and responsible for his safety, turned around.

"They are people with guaranteed food. You know that managing a city always requires some talents, so..."

Although the interior of the car was not bright, everything did not appear dark in front of Guo Zhenbei's eyes. It was captured by the night vision camera on his body and processed by Xiaomi at high speed. It would not be too bright and dazzling, and the image would not be too bright.

The display is unclear due to insufficient resolution.

After saying this, Zhai Yifei turned away and seemed unwilling to talk more about this matter.

In the "virtual field of vision" in front of him, Guo Zhenbei clearly saw something like a look of shame quickly passing over Zhai Yifei's face. Although it was only for a moment, Guo Zhenbei already understood that the people in Xi'an City

Food rationing was definitely not as "grand" as he had heard on the surface.

I remember Wu Changsheng said that the principle of food distribution in Xi'an is to ensure that everyone has something so as not to suffer from hunger.

Looking at what happened on the street, Guo Zhenbei didn't believe what Wu Changsheng said. At least he didn't believe in the justice and fairness of food rationing in Xi'an. This idea certainly came from the "past", at least Guo Zhenbei

Bei will never watch any news channels.

He would rather go up there and take a look. Although he doesn't spread rumors, the "rumors" on the Internet are often more intriguing.

Needless to say about the matter at hand. Vegetables and fresh grains are often resources that people who eat "guaranteed food" can exchange for their "guaranteed food". From this perspective, "guaranteed food" should be more than enough

, otherwise such a thing would not happen.

If this is the basis, it does not matter that people who eat "guaranteed food" are also divided into three, six or nine levels, and people of different levels receive different amounts of food. Of course, some people with relatively higher levels can carry out some small-scale exchanges.

But for the time being, Guo Zhenbei does not intend to pay more attention to this matter. And the first batch of food from the "H County Survivors Base" may arrive in a few days. Although "H County Survivors Base"

"The base" may not be able to produce that much grain at the moment, but there is indeed a lot of surplus grain in nearby rural areas.

"So what about here in Xi'an? Under the grain distribution here in Xi'an, what kind of rations can little Ah Liang's parents get? Xiaomi, can you tell me how many people in Xi'an are protected, similar to little Ah Liang's parents?

What kind of protection can people like that get?”

Guo Zhenbei directly sent the question to Xiaomi in his mind. He needed to know the life that little Ah Liang might face, and he also needed to control this matter relatively accurately.

This is what he is concerned about at the moment. After all, if little Ah Liang gives birth here, then what he is most worried about is the living standard of little Ah Liang. If Guo Zhenbei's idea is to follow their brain surgery and cardiac surgery doctors,

The level should be in the upper-class category of "three, six or nine".

Although there may not be anything delicious, I believe that there should be some renovations in the food. At least in the "H County Survivor Base", the income of professionals will naturally vary depending on their professional level.

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Although no one is starving in the "H County Survivor Base", people with high professional and technical levels will get more income. With the "Brain Partner", I still plan to be an "ignorant" and

A "bastard" type of person who does nothing and does nothing will certainly lack a better income.

After all, no society is willing to let lazy people and parasites become the upper class of society. But good people have such good study and life partners as "brain partners", but they still don't want to make progress and are still unwilling to make a difference.

People will naturally not have better income.

So what about here in Xi'an?

"Regarding this matter, as far as we know, there are about 20% of the people in Xi'an who have food security, and the amount of food distributed by them accounts for about 70% of the total amount of food distributed...!"

Xiaomi's report made Guo Zhenbei a little angry. He shook his head and wondered why such a disparity in distribution ratios always appeared in China.

"Damn it, don't they understand that if there weren't those few percent of people, then what kind of shit would they have to eat!"

While sighing, Guo Zhenbei turned his eyes out the window again. At this time, his attention shifted from the shops on the side of the street, where luxury cars often visited, to the stalls on the side that were not so brightly lit.

Compared with the fresh vegetables and grains sold in big stores, it doesn’t matter that these people harvest the few vegetables grown on the balcony. Often ordinary people are reluctant to eat such a harvest, as you will know after listening to the following words.

"Bean sprouts, fresh bean sprouts, exchange for steamed buns, flour, grains, whatever you have!"

No need to ask, they used the grains they obtained in exchange to collect newly grown things from each household.

Xiaomi obviously felt the discomfort in Guo Zhenbei's heart, and accepted the data she provided as some kind of comfort.

"Uh... Actually, this is progress at the moment. In the past, 20% of the people occupied 80% of the wealth!"

Xiaomi's words made Guo Zhenbei silent. After all, if we look at the numbers, 20% of the people occupy 70% of the wealth. From a strict proportional relationship, compared with the 20% of the people in the past,

Eighty percent of the wealth is really progress.

"What kind of progress does he, mother, think of? It's the teleportation!"

Guo Zhenbei turned his gaze back from the street. He didn't want to read any more. In his opinion, it was an intolerable distribution plan. Although he had to admit that Xi'an's summer grain and the grain grown by the survivors simply could not make ends meet.

At first, when tanks and armored vehicles still had fuel, the zombies at that time had not yet mutated. The army could rely on the power of armored vehicles and tanks to bring back some food from the supermarket near the city wall.

However, as the oil depleted, the status of the army gradually declined. Even in the end, the army completely ran out of oil and completely lost the possibility of movement. From then on, the survivors in this small area within the Xi'an city wall

, began to rely on planting to sustain their lives.

Regarding Xi'an's self-rescue after the disaster, Guo Zhenbei had heard about it through his conversation with Wu Changsheng.

After occupying the city surrounded by the Xi'an city wall, no one knew when supplies would arrive because of the radio outage. It is precisely because of this that the planting of crops in Xi'an began from then on.

Not only the green space and flat roofs of the past are used, but also the balconies of each house. The crops grown range from potatoes grown in flower pots to bean sprouts and other leafy vegetables grown in trays. As for

Beans are planted along the edge of the building, and they grow green on the surface of the building.

In this way, Xi'an has a lot of cultivated land in absolute terms. Of course, compared to the surviving population, the harvested food is not enough. Therefore, only the harvested food is used in conjunction with the materials stored in Xi'an.

Although planting continues, overall the total amount of grain reserves is declining. From a large reduction in winter when it was initially unsuitable for planting, to a small recovery in summer. Generally speaking, the amount of grain reserves is declining, although grain consumption

It's still quite a distance away.

At least until the next winter comes, food can still be distributed reluctantly. Before the next winter comes, the current model in Xi'an can continue to be maintained. So after the winter comes, have the people here considered this issue?

Wu Changsheng also said that if there is really a danger of food shortage, then it will be the time to take the risk and fight with the zombies outside the city. Of course, now that there are some supplies from the "H County Survivor Base", I believe the situation will improve.

Nice change of direction.

"Hmph, let the 20% of people go out and fight the zombies!"

When he heard such a statement, Guo Zhenbei just snorted in his heart.

Of course, this is an idea that belongs to little shit, just like those in the "H County Survivor Base" who can maintain basic food and clothing and adequate medical care even if they don't work, they are just shit,**

It’s something only silk people would consider.

After all, if their IQ is compared with the 20% of people who account for 80% of social wealth, they are too honest!